Chapter 154: Eight-pack abs, are they nice to touch?

It looked like her jeans were half wet.
She seemed to be here to change clothes as well.
Jiang Ciyou glanced at the flag as she passed by it.
However, upon seeing Xu Yao emerging from the tent near the flag,
she gave it no further thought.
She headed straight in the direction of the men's tent.
Xu Yao intentionally raised her voice toward the tent and called out, "Teacher Jiang, did you come back to change clothes too?"
Her voice was very loud.
She said it specifically for Bo Jinxiu, who was inside the tent.
She had just been scolded and driven out.
Bo Jinxiu was still in a fit of rage.
Presumably, Jiang Ciyou's fate would only be much worse.
She wanted to see what would become of Jiang Ciyou.
Would Bo Jinxiu kick her out of the show in a fit of anger?
In the livestream chat:
[Why didn't Xu Yao remind Jiang Ciyou that she went to the wrong tent?]
[Clearly, Xu Yao had a gloomy face when she came out. The Young Master definitely didn't give her a pleasant look.]
[I initially thought Xu Yao was unintentional, but now it's obvious she did it on purpose.]
[Even if it wasn't on purpose, the fact that she didn't remind Sister You makes her a bad person.]
[Knowing that going in would get one chased out and saying nothing—having been caught in the rain, she wants to tear up someone else's umbrella.]
[Does our Yaoyao have any obligation to remind her? Who says that someone who got caught in the rain must hold an umbrella for others? Stop with the moral kidnapping! She didn't know the way herself; it's not like our Yaoyao forced her to go in.]
[Yao's supporters are truly terrifying. Who on earth likes Xu Yao? Are they brain-dead?]
[You're the brain-dead one! Your entire ancestral lineage for eighteen generations is brain-dead!]
A fierce war of words erupted directly in the livestream chat.
Jiang Ciyou had already stepped inside the tent.
However, once inside, she saw Bo Jinxiu in the middle of changing his clothes.
Bo Jinxiu was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt.
Not a single button was fastened.
It hung wide open,
revealing the perfect contours of his chest muscles.
His face was already outrageously handsome, and with his hair damp, this state of his was worlds apart from the steady and restrained demeanor he presented in the livestream.
People in the livestream always thought of him as ascetic, even when he was bare-chested,
due to the innate royal aura about him—aloof and high above, as if a deity had descended, making even a touch feel like desecration.
But now, it was completely different.
With that dissolute, lazy, and languid vibe, Jiang Ciyou almost thought she had accidentally wandered back into the Black Horse Club.
Of course, Jiang Ciyou was extremely familiar with this side of Bo Jinxiu.
Through their three years together,
he had been in this dissolute mode most of the time, highly deceptive.
Jiang Ciyou furrowed her brows. "Did you go to the wrong tent, or did I?"

Bo Jinxiu seemed to arch an eyebrow. "Come closer, and I'll tell you."
His voice lacked the profound coolness he projected in front of the cameras.
It carried a hint of teasing, sounding quite bewitching.
Jiang Ciyou frowned.
She hesitated, weighing whether she should just walk right back out.
Suddenly, she didn't want to leave anymore.
Based on her observations of Bo Jinxiu over this period,
she sensed he was up to some mischief!
Yet, intense curiosity flared in her heart.
She simply wanted to see what kind of trick he was about to pull.
Jiang Ciyou leisurely brushed aside her hair, which was now cascading down her shoulders.
She walked right up to Bo Jinxiu.
"You can tell me now. Why are you here?"
Because the layouts of the tents were identical—
bounded by the sea on one side and surrounded by forests on the other—
the orientation of both tents was the exact same.
Jiang Ciyou had identified hers using the small flag.
That little flag was handmade by herself and planted with her own hands.
Therefore, Jiang Ciyou still assumed that Bo Jinxiu had entered the wrong tent.
As for whether he had done it on purpose, Jiang Ciyou wasn't certain.
Seeing Jiang Ciyou approach,
Bo Jinxiu suddenly reached out a hand toward her. "Give me your hand."
Jiang Ciyou had no idea what Bo Jinxiu was up to.
Driven by curiosity,
she nonetheless extended a hand and placed it in Bo Jinxiu's palm.
Bo Jinxiu grabbed Jiang Ciyou's hand and pulled firmly.
Then, he pressed it against a certain spot...
Jiang Ciyou was utterly shocked.
Always poised and self-possessed, her expression nearly shattered.
Bo Jinxiu had pulled her hand and pressed it directly against his abdominal muscles.
A bewitching smile hung on Bo Jinxiu's face,
resembling an invitation.
"Eight-pack abs. How do they feel?"
A warm and taut sensation traveled straight to the center of her palm.
Yet Jiang Ciyou reacted as if she had been scalded.
With a reflex action, she tried to retract her hand.
Bo Jinxiu, however, held a tight grip, keeping her hand pinned firmly against his abs
while flashing a smile at her.
Jiang Ciyou snapped angrily, "Bo Jinxiu, are you out of your mind?!"

Jiang Ciyou finally managed to yank her hand back.
Her palm felt as though it had caught fire, the heat spreading rapidly and burning her face bright red.
Though Jiang Ciyou convinced herself it was purely out of anger.
"You really are a lunatic."
Jiang Ciyou knew she shouldn't have given in to curiosity.
When had this guy ever brought any good news?
Even though she had mentally prepared herself, she still fell right into his trap.
Seeing the flush on Jiang Ciyou's face,
along with the fleeting panic in her eyes and her current rage and embarrassment,
Bo Jinxiu was in a remarkably good mood.
unhurriedly, he began buttoning up his shirt.
"I let you touch for free without charging you a fee, and you're still unhappy about it?"
"Who wanted to touch? You've polluted my hand."
Bo Jinxiu's alluring smile instantly morphed into a cold, mirthless grin. "You certainly looked happy enough when you touched Yibai."
Jiang Ciyou finally understood why he was acting like a lunatic again.
It turned out that her touching Yibai's head had provoked him.
Jiang Ciyou sneered. "So what if I touched Yibai? That was a mutual, willing interaction. But what sort of relationship are we? Acting like this, you look precisely like a gigolo working in the pleasure quarters!"
Bo Jinxiu's face dropped completely.
"Jiang Ciyou, in your heart, am I someone that cheap?"
Jiang Ciyou stated coldly, "Whether you're cheap or not has nothing to do with me. I only know that we are strangers now. Stop pulling these inexplicable stunts—you wouldn't want me to expose you in front of Shen Qingqing, would you?"
"President Bo, please exercise some self-respect from now on."
With that, Jiang Ciyou decisively turned around.
She had only taken two steps
when Bo Jinxiu suddenly spoke up: "Stay away from Shen Yibai. Neither I nor my sister will ever accept you becoming his girlfriend."
Jiang Ciyou did not turn back. "Who I am with is my business. That is something! You! Have! No! Say! In!"
Having said her piece, Jiang Ciyou walked to the entrance, lifted the tent curtain, and strode out.
Furious, Bo Jinxiu grabbed a piece of clothing from his suitcase and slammed it hard onto the air mattress.
Once outside,
Jiang Ciyou found Xu Yao standing at the entrance of the other tent, looking at her with schadenfreude.
That was when Jiang Ciyou realized something.
Walking over to inspect the small flag, she discovered its position had indeed been altered.
Jiang Ciyou practically deduced the whole story in an instant.
Xu Yao certainly had a lot of nerve.
With such clumsy tactics, did she take everyone watching the livestream for fools?
Watching Jiang Ciyou emerge with a dark expression,
Xu Yao assumed she had suffered the exact same treatment as her.
Unable to hold back her sarcasm, she sneered, "Teacher Jiang, why is your expression so ugly? Could it be that you confessed to Teacher Bo and got rejected?"