I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

Most importantly, it seems easy to sing, but it's very difficult to sing it well.

As Chen Ya just said, it's precisely because the melody of the song is so ordinary that to make the song stand out, the emotions need to be properly prepared.

In my previous life, the song "Encounter" was extremely popular. It won numerous awards, consistently ranked high on the charts, and was even played on countless people's phones, becoming a ringtone that could be heard everywhere.

That's all because Stefanie Sun's singing skills are so refined that she was able to convey the emotions of the song so effectively.

If the original singer had been slightly less skilled, this song would definitely not have made it onto the charts where top singers were battling it out back then.

Jiang Xinhai is blessed with a natural talent for singing; he's not worried that she can't sing "Legend" and "Because of Love."

But this girl is still young and not nearly as shrewd as Stefanie Sun back then. You know, when Stefanie Sun sang "Encounter," she had already released six albums.

Chen Ya tuned the keyboard, his fingers dancing across the keys, and a beautiful melody flowed out. He complained as he spoke:

"If this violin were replaced with a piano, it would be the ultimate weapon. Unfortunately, it can't be replaced."

After finishing his introduction, he naturally transitioned into the verse:

"Hearing the departure of winter,"

I woke up in a certain month of a certain year

I think, I wait, I look forward to it.

The future cannot be arranged because of this…

Jiang Xinhai blinked and listened intently without saying a word.

After he finished singing and the piano music stopped, she expressed her opinion:

"It's a waste to let you sing such a good song."

Chen Ya: "??? My dear minister, weren't you being quite obedient just now? Why did you suddenly turn against me?"

Jiang Xinhai, barefoot, stood up from the sofa and said arrogantly, "Go ahead and play. Watch me perform and I'll show you what diva-level singing skills are!"

Chen Ya stared at her for a while, then smiled.

"Having self-confidence is a good thing."

……

The two practiced until 11 p.m., and were both quite tired.

"I have to go to sleep now." Jiang Xinhai sheepishly retrieved his sandals, picked up his hat, and prepared to go home. "I bet all the dorm rooms are locked. I'll have to beg the dorm supervisor when I get back."

Chen Ya said, "Let's give her some fruit or something tomorrow. This kind of thing will happen often in the future."

Jiang Xinhai opened the window, and the two of them simultaneously felt a refreshing breeze outside, along with the pattering sound of rain. The suffocating air in the room was swept away.

About two minutes later, Chen Ya belatedly asked, "Is it raining?"

“That’s right.” Jiang Xinhai nodded blankly.

She was still singing and felt a little dizzy.

"That's strange, the weather forecast didn't say it was going to rain," Chen Ya walked to the window and looked outside. "When did it start raining?"

The two of them were making quite a racket in the room, and the room was well soundproofed, so no one knew when it started raining.

"Do you have an umbrella?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

"We have everything, except an umbrella." Chen Ya plucked a piece of the vibrator from the drum set. "Why don't you wear this back home?"

“I’ll put this on your head and then knock it on you until you wake up.”

Jiang Xinhai plopped down on the sofa, fuming.

Chen Ya put the umbrella back: "Going back in the rain might make you catch a cold, and at this hour, the umbrellas are unlikely to be open. You might as well just sleep here."

In a sense, Jiang Xinhai was actually waiting for him to say those words:

"Okay, you sleep on the sofa, and I'll sleep on the bed inside."

“It’s not impossible,” Chen Ya said. “Then quickly take your foot off and don’t step on it. I need to sleep tonight.”

"Go ahead and step on it."

Jiang Xinhai's fair feet, like a kitten kneading milk, walked back and forth on the sofa, making the leather sofa creak.

"You're attacking me with smelly feet, huh? Do you still want to be the queen of the day? If you get athlete's foot on my scalp, you'll see what I do to you."

"My feet don't smell! And I don't have athlete's foot!"

Jiang Xinhai crossed his long legs, the tight jeans outlining the shapely curves of his legs, and his bare white feet, set against the black jeans, looked like snow-white lotus flowers.

She spread her toes and then brought them together, as if she wanted Chen Ya to inspect the goods.

Chen Ya rolled his eyes at her: "What are you doing? Showing me your stinky feet?"

"I told you my feet don't smell! Come and smell them if you don't believe me!"

Is this really necessary?

Jiang Xinhai pounded the sofa with her fist: "Come and smell me! I have to prove today that I don't have smelly feet, or I won't put my feet down!"

Chen Ya walked over with a complicated expression and stared at the soles of her feet for a while.

If we had to categorize it, her feet would be classified as "Greek feet," a universally acknowledged beautiful foot shape.

The toes are long and rounded, and the flesh between the toes is translucent. The soles of the feet are pink, and the crisscrossing lines on the soles are fleshy and cute. The heels do not have thick calluses and are full of plumpness.

She pointed the soles of her feet directly at him, and only after seeing Chen Ya's eyes change from fear to acceptance of reality, and then to a hint of appreciation, did she slowly realize that her behavior was somewhat inappropriate.

Chapter 130 Hard and Round

Just as Jiang Xinhai was about to say "Let's forget it" and put her foot down, Chen Ya grabbed her arch.

"Eek!" she gasped softly, covering her mouth with her hands and twisting her little feet left and right, but she couldn't break free.

Chen Ya gently sniffed the soles of her feet, then casually released her hand, grabbing a leftover napkin from the table next to him to wipe his hands.

"I've smelled it, it's just so-so."

It doesn't smell bad.

"It has neither the fishy smell of freshly caught river fish, nor the sour smell of leftover pickling jars, nor the stench of fermented stinky tofu residue."

To be precise, it has no smell.

Chen Ya turned his head and saw that Jiang Xinhai had tears in his eyes, was hugging his knees, and was squatting motionless on the sofa.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing," she said listlessly, sitting on the sofa.

You seem to have something on your mind.

“How could I possibly say that I was assaulted because a man my age touched my foot, and at the same time I realized I was powerless to resist, and after realizing it was a misunderstanding, I relaxed and felt a bit exhausted—I couldn’t possibly say that, could I?”

Chen Ya stood there and took a sip of water, taking a long time to understand what she meant.

"Oh, so that's why you're exhausted."

"..."

A moment of silence passed in the room. Chen Ya busied himself, tidying up the sheets and blankets, and fixing the water heater.

"If you don't bring a change of clothes, put your old clothes in the basket first, or you can wear mine."

Jiang Xinhai felt a little better and walked into the bedroom, saying somewhat awkwardly, "Let me see what clothes you have?"

Chen Ya opened his wardrobe, which was filled with short-sleeved cotton T-shirts.

She searched for a while and said, "Why can't I find any signs?"

"Don't let yourself be bound by anything consumerist."

"Is it pure cotton? It feels very comfortable to the touch."

"of course."

Jiang Xinhai found a black one and asked him, "Can I wear this?"

"Any one is fine."

Jiang Xinhai is a girl who is very adaptable to her environment. At first, she was worried that Chen Ya's clothes were like Dao Lang's, soaked in sweat and body odor.

But when I opened the wardrobe and took a look, it smelled nice and was quite neat and clean.

Her opinion of Chen Ya changed slightly.

She admired the boy for managing to tidy up the room so well in just one day and even writing a song called "Encounter." Although she didn't say it, she was still very impressed with him.

"Is this a bit too big for you?" Chen Ya asked, unfolding the clothes.

“Perfect, I’ll wear it as a dress,” Jiang Xinhai said.

The bathroom in the rented room was small, the shower space was narrow, the ceiling light was warm yellow, and moths were attracted in from outside the torn screen window.

Jiang Xinhai spent a lot of effort to get rid of the large moth and then tightly closed the glass window. The old residential area was damp, and the squat toilets without water traps were emitting an unpleasant odor. After closing the window, it was still unbearable, so he had to turn on the exhaust fan.

The plastic showerhead had turned yellow and the water flow was very weak. Under these tight conditions, Jiangxinhai finally finished taking a shower.

When she came out, her long hair was tied back with a blue hair tie, and there were still fine water droplets on her neck, making her look very charming.

The short sleeves were wide, so she rolled them up to make them sleeveless. When she raised her fair arms, her smooth and lovely armpits could be seen.

The thin T-shirt hung down to below the thighs, barely covering the necessary parts, and below were a pair of strikingly beautiful legs, completely exposed. She wore flip-flops, and the nail polish on her toes had peeled off, revealing her fair insteps.

"I've washed it, you go and wash it."

"I already showered at noon, and I didn't sweat much this afternoon, so I don't need to." Chen Ya was lying on the sofa reading a book.

Jiang Xinhai glanced at him, carefully slipped past him, went into the bedroom, and hid behind the door, saying:

"Then I'll lock the door, okay?"

"Hmm." Chen Ya read his book.

"The key isn't outside, is it?"

"It's on the door."

Jiang Xinhai pulled the key off the door, waved it in his hand, and said:

"I don't want to be wary of you, but I think it's better not to test you."

"I understand. You're so long-winded."

"Okay." Jiang Xinhai prepared to close the door, and in the last moment before closing it, she whispered "Goodnight."

……

Jiang Xinhai has some difficulty falling asleep. He played on his phone for an hour before turning off the lights and then played on his phone for another hour after turning off the lights. After finally putting his phone away, he discovered that he was picky about his bed.

The sheets and pillows were newly changed, but they had an unfamiliar smell. Jiang Xinhai couldn't figure it out. Was it the smell of laundry detergent that had been stored for a long time, or had it picked up Chen Ya's scent?

Once this idea takes root, a person will not be able to sleep soundly.

Jiang Xinhai didn't know how much time had passed. He felt like he hadn't fallen asleep, but he also felt like he had. He couldn't hold back his urge to urinate any longer, so he put on his slippers and gently unlocked the door.

It was already dark outside, so she had to be careful not to bump into the musical instruments on the ground and tiptoe to the bathroom.

She crouched down, her face flushed in the darkness—her urination sounds were too loud in the quiet night.

She secretly rejoiced that Chen Ya was asleep.

She felt that she was someone who also had an image to maintain.

After leaving the restroom, Jiang Xinhai used the moonlight shining through the window to walk back in the dark.

The room was a mess, but most of the items were made by Jiang Xinhai herself, such as her sandals and the canvas bag she was always ready to give up.

She carefully navigated around the clutter, when suddenly her toe touched something furry and unidentifiable.

It has a texture that is both hard and soft, like a living thing.

As if she had been electrocuted, she exploded from the inside out, bouncing up like a cat, and then her heel stepped on something hard and round.

By the time she realized those were drumsticks, it was too late. She lost her balance and fell headfirst onto the sofa next to her.

The good news is that she protected her chest with her arm when she fell.

The bad news was that her elbow struck Chen Ya, who was lying on the sofa, squarely in the stomach.