Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

After the meal, Zhao Guifang and Fang Daqiang went back to their room to rest, completely satisfied.

Naturally, the task of cleaning up the dishes was left to the two young people.

Fang Yu was in charge of washing the dishes, rinsing the greasy bowls and chopsticks clean.

Liu Yifei stood to the side, took the clean bowl, carefully wiped it dry with a cloth, and then neatly put it into the cupboard.

Neither of them spoke, but their movements were seamless, one handing over the other.

This scene perfectly resembles a couple who have been living together for several years.

The live stream went wild once again when the video was broadcast through the camera.

Holy crap! Is this some kind of post-marital observation reality show?

[It's so natural! This incredible chemistry! It's like they've washed the dishes eight hundred times already!]

[This feels like a long-married couple; I'll gladly accept this dose of PDA!]

The two quickly cleaned up the kitchen.

Liu Yifei subconsciously touched her slightly protruding belly.

After the initial sense of satisfaction, a strong sense of crisis instantly surged into my heart.

broken!

I was having so much fun eating that I completely forgot I'm a female celebrity!

This huge bowl of high-calorie carbohydrates, paired with crayfish tofu that's packed with calories, is practically a calorie bomb!

No!

If she keeps letting herself go like this, she'll definitely get as fat as a ball after filming the show.

Alarm bells rang in her mind, and she immediately turned around to search for Fang Yu's figure all over the house, wanting to drag this "culprit" out for a walk to digest their food.

As a result, I saw this scene as soon as I stepped out of the kitchen.

On the warm, heated kang bed in the main room, Fang Yu was already comfortably sprawled out in a "big" shape.

He was wrapped in his signature military overcoat, and his head was resting on a large floral pillow.

He lay sprawled out, like a peaceful salted fish, only missing a white cloth to cover him.

"Fang Yu!" Liu Yifei walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and poked his leg. "Get up."

Fang Yu didn't even lift his eyelids, only letting out a soft "hmm" through his nose as a response.

"You just ate and you're going to sleep? Aren't you afraid of gaining weight?" Liu Yifei nudged him. "Get up quickly and come for a walk with me."

"I'm not going." Fang Yu's voice came from under his coat, slurred and sleepy. "My life motto is: unless absolutely necessary, I won't leave the kang (heated brick bed)."

"My soul is now inextricably linked to this land, and no one can separate us."

"You..." Liu Yifei was speechless for a long time after being choked by his twisted logic.

She took a deep breath and decided to change her strategy, starting with the professional ethics of the artists.

"Fang Yu, don't forget, you're a celebrity too!"

"Don't you need to manage your body shape?"

Liu Yifei started rambling on and on, trying to scare him with a bleak future.

"Think about it, after you've been eating and drinking like crazy these past few days, won't your manager lock you in a dark room and force you to eat boiled chicken breast with grass every day when you get back?"

"You want me to run 10 kilometers a day for training?"

She thought her words would hit Fang Yu's sore spot and make him feel a sense of crisis.

To everyone's surprise, Fang Yu, who was on the kang (a heated brick bed), simply waved his hand dismissively after hearing this, his tone filled with arrogance and indifference.

"Then you don't understand me at all."

Fang Yu slowly turned over, lying on his side, propping his head up with one hand, and finally opened his eyes, lazily looking at Liu Yifei.

"First of all, I'm a talented person who makes a living through my skills, not an idol who makes a living through his looks."

"Secondly, my outrageously handsome face is at most a bonus to my talent, an embellishment, not the foundation for my livelihood."

"Finally," he paused, a smug smile creeping onto his lips, "even if I really let myself go and became a 300-pound fat man, my fans would still support my talent."

"Do you believe it or not?"

These shameless words were like a knife, piercing the heart of Liu Yifei, a "female celebrity who needs to maintain her figure."

Her eyes widened, and her cheeks puffed out in anger.

"Fang Yu! Explain yourself clearly. Are you implying that I can only rely on my looks?!"

When confronted with the questioning, Fang Yu rolled her eyes dramatically, her expression clearly saying, "You're the one who insisted on taking it personally."

He didn't even bother to argue; he simply turned around, presenting his broad back to Liu Yifei, clearly indicating that he wanted to sleep and refused to communicate.

Looking at that extremely arrogant back, Liu Yifei could no longer tolerate it.

She kicked off her shoes, climbed directly onto the warm kang (heated brick bed), and knelt down beside Fang Yu.

Then, she stretched out her fair hands and went straight for his waist and armpits, scratching him mercilessly!

"Holy crap... Hahahaha!"

"Stop! Liu Yifei! Stop it now! Hahahaha..."

"I was wrong! I was wrong, okay?! Hahahaha..."

"Hahahaha... Spare me, heroine! I'll never dare to be so cocky again!"

Fang Yu is fearless in this life, but his only weakness is being ticklish!

He was being scratched so badly that he writhed and twisted his body like an eel that had been pulled ashore, desperately trying to dodge the omnipresent claws while bursting into pig-like laughter and begging for mercy.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Now you know to beg for mercy?" Liu Yifei looked at his disheveled, twisted state, and couldn't help but let her lips curl into a wild smile. "Too late!"

"Do you submit? I'm asking you, do you submit?"

On a heated brick bed in Northeast China, one attacked relentlessly, while the other rolled around on the bed trying to dodge.

Laughter, pleas for mercy, and panting mingled together.

The military overcoat had long been kicked into a corner, and the large floral pillow had fallen to the ground.

The viewers in the live stream went completely crazy watching this scene.

【Aaaaaaah! Kill me! Kill me now to entertain you two!!!】

[Is this something I can watch without paying? It's so exciting!]

[I can't take it anymore, my blood sugar has spiked to the breaking point! It's so sweet it's killing me! Please, please don't stop!]

My mom asked me why I was smiling like an auntie at the screen, and why I looked like a fool.

[This isn't just playing around; it's blatant flirting! Fang Yu, you beast, let go of that goddess, let me have her!]

finally.

The war ultimately ended with Fang Yu's complete surrender.

"Stop, stop, stop! I give up! I really give up!"

Fang Yu laughed so hard he could hardly breathe, feeling like his abs were about to pop out.

"Grandma, I'm scared of you! I'll go out with you, okay?"

Liu Yifei then stopped what she was doing, satisfied, with a victor's smile on her face.

"Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?"

Fang Yu struggled to get up from the kang (a heated brick bed).

While tidying up the clothes that had been made a mess, she sighed resignedly:

"Since we're going out for a stroll, just walking around isn't very interesting."

"Why don't we stop by Tiezhu's house while we're at it? He's the one who's getting married."

"I've been so busy having fun with you every day since I got back that I haven't even had a proper chance to see him yet."

"Zhang Tiezhu?" Liu Yifei remembered writing the invitations that morning and nodded. "Okay, let's go then."

As long as I can go out and move around, I'm fine with going anywhere.

The two agreed, dressed themselves, and prepared to go out.