Of all the things in the world he could hold back, urine is about the only one.

At this moment, the live-streaming chatroom was going crazy over the romantic pairing.

[Who gets this? The corners of my mouth are harder to suppress than an AK-47!]
[The "Caiyunjian" ship is so sweet, I swear my corpse just grew a heartbeat.]
[Look how red the younger brother's ears are! He's only in his early twenties, what else can he hold back besides his pee?]
[How on earth does our Sister You manage to stay so composed in front of such a pure and innocent little puppy?]

Just as everyone was getting deeply invested in the ship, a black jacket was suddenly tossed right onto Jiang Ciyou, covering the subtle glimpse of temptation exposed at her chest.

Both Shen Yibai and Jiang Ciyou froze for a second.

Before Shen Yibai could even react, Bo Jinxiu spoke in a chilly tone: "Yibai, go to the dark room. The director is looking for you."

Shen Yibai wore a look of utter bewilderment.

However, Bo Jinxiu suddenly raised his gaze to look at the little drone flying quite happily overhead. His sharp gaze was as cold as ice blades.

Xie Ming, over at the monitor, locked eyes with him and instantly shivered.

This was a condition Bo Jinxiu had set when agreeing to join the show: he had the right to make any demands during the recording process and could terminate the production at any time—bearing the financial losses himself, of course. As the director, Xie Ming had no choice but to comply.

Xie Ming immediately caught the hint. "Shen Yibai, please head to the dark room. The production team has arranged a hidden task for you."

Shen Yibai was skeptical. Still, they had taken just about enough photos, and escaping at this point felt like a release. He was reaching his limit. He stood up and walked toward the dark room.

Jiang Ciyou was still half-reclining on the bed. Her dark hair, cascading like a waterfall with natural waves, was draped loosely over her shoulders. Her face bore only the lightest touch of makeup, practically bare. Yet those gorgeous eyes were utterly captivating. Lounging casually, she looked as lazy as a dozing cat, yet every movement exuded an effortless, mesmerizing charm—intoxicating and spellbinding.

Slowly, Jiang Ciyou sat up. Bo Jinxiu's suit jacket had long been tossed aside. Even while sitting, she looked up at Bo Jinxiu without a shred of deference; instead, her eyes held a hint of quiet disdain. "Teacher Bo, is there something else you need?"

Bo Jinxiu stared at her. Over the past two days, his emotions had been like heavy clouds gathering on the horizon—gray, gloomy, threatening to unleash a torrential storm at any moment. Yet, no matter what he tried to explain, Jiang Ciyou maintained an attitude of wanting nothing to do with him.

They were all exposed now, and he still had to figure out his next move. Yet, frustratingly, he couldn't even manage the most basic relationship. Things had reached a point where Jiang Ciyou couldn't possibly escape the trap Bo Wanhua had set. Every day, he tried to guess Bo Wanhua's true intentions, and wondered how she would react once she found out that Yibai's object of affection was Jiang Ciyou.

Bo Wanhua would likely be returning to the country soon. He had to handle all of this beforehand.

"Teacher Jiang, your clothes are wet. You should go change." No matter how Bo Jinxiu looked at that outfit, it was an eyesore.

Ocean waves crashed ashore, splashing water everywhere, leaving the hem of Jiang Ciyou's white shirt soaked.

Giving him a humorless smile, Jiang Ciyou retorted, "Mind your own business, would you?"

With that, she stood up and left—though not in the direction of the tents.

Shen Qingqing had already walked over to Bo Jinxiu's side, followed closely by the cameraman. She could tell the Fourth Uncle was furious; his knuckles were white, and veins throbbed on the back of his hands. *Did Sister Jiang just taking a few photos with someone else really upset him this much?*

The cameraman stepped closer and asked, "Teacher Bo, are we still shooting?"

Bo Jinxiu shot him a single glare, and the cameraman tactfully scurried away.

Shen Qingqing walked up to Bo Jinxiu, gently tugging at his sleeve. "Fourth Uncle, what's wrong?"

Finally reigning in his emotions, Bo Jinxiu turned around and resumed his usual composure. "I'm fine, Qingqing. Go rest; I want to be alone for a bit."

Shen Qingqing didn't dare press any further.

The moment he dismissed her, Bo Jinxiu strode off, chasing in the direction Jiang Ciyou had taken. Seeing this, Shen Qingqing felt a chill strike deep into her heart.

Jiang Ciyou was heading toward the jungle because her intuition told her she'd probably miss lunch again. She needed to find something edible nearby—maybe she could even catch a wild rabbit and roast it.

Before she even entered the jungle, as she passed by a rocky cliff, a hand suddenly grabbed her arm, yanking her entire body right into a narrow crevice between the rocks. In the next second, a hand clamped over her mouth.

The moment her arm was touched, Jiang Ciyou already knew who it was. Bo Jinxiu loved pulling these sudden ambush stunts. She wanted to struggle, wanted to scream—she was done babying him.

However, the rock crevice was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person. With both of them squeezed inside, her body was pinned immovably. Bo Jinxiu had come prepared; his large hands grasped both of hers behind her back, while his other hand muffled her mouth.

Unsure of what he was playing at, but driven by a subconscious refusal to let him have his way, Jiang Ciyou opened her mouth and bit down hard on the hand covering her lips.

She had been harboring a lot of resentment over the past few days and held back no mercy. Within a second, the iron-like taste of blood filled her mouth.

Wincing in pain, Bo Jinxiu still didn't let her go. He merely furrowed his brow slightly, his deep, ocean-like eyes locked unwaveringly onto hers.

Jiang Ciyou met his gaze. At first, it was pure defiance. But for some reason, looking into his eyes, she saw a turbulent sea of emotions swirling within them. Most prominent was heartache, underscored by an inexplicable, profound tenderness.

Jiang Ciyou froze. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the little drone hovering around outside the crevice, as if searching for something.

She understood instantly. Bo Jinxiu was trying to avoid the drone.

Soon, failing to find anyone, the drone flew away in disappointment. Yet Bo Jinxiu still didn't remove his hand from her, his gaze remaining fixed on her face.

Jiang Ciyou cursed inwardly. *That guy's eyes—he looks at stray dogs with that much tenderness.* Whenever she used to get upset, he would always pull this routine, staring at her with those deeply aggrieved, affectionate eyes until she inevitably caved.

Not this time!

Jiang Ciyou glared fiercely right back at him.

Taken aback for a split second, Bo Jinxiu finally lifted his hand from her mouth.

"Bo Jinxiu, stop putting on an act. I'm not buying it anymore."

The corners of Bo Jinxiu's eyebrows twitched involuntarily. He actually hadn't been acting this time; it was just that it had been so long since he last had a proper look at her.

"I have something to say to you," Bo Jinxiu said.

"I don't want to hear your nonsense."