In contrast, there was Lin Siqi. She had a good figure, but she was too short, barely reaching five-foot-three, which made her figure less noticeable in everyday situations. She was very pretty, with delicate features and an undeniably cute look, but cuteness was no match for sexiness.

Regarding her relationship with Zhang Beixing, the only thing worth mentioning was that she had been with him the longest and had witnessed his growth. But other than that… she… it seemed like there was nothing else particularly special or outstanding about her!

Lin Siqi couldn't do Martial Arts Training. Her athletic ability was average, just like a normal person's. Compared to the other two women, her biggest advantage was that she knew how to make money. Really, really good at it!

During the summer break, while working as a sales manager, Lin Siqi earned 70,000 yuan in commissions in just over ten days. That averaged to over 7,000 a day.

But what good was making money? Could she possibly support Zhang Beixing financially? Not to mention, with Zhang Beixing's personality, he would never accept being financially supported. Even if Zhang Beixing could accept it, would it be her turn?

Lin Siqi had a basic understanding of Sophia Zhou's and Chen Rourou's family backgrounds.

Sophia Zhou's family was alright; apart from a brother in the military, there was nothing particularly outstanding—they were just a moderately wealthy family.

Chen Rourou, on the other hand, was different. Not only did she come from an Aristocratic Family, but her family also owned many businesses. She was, without a doubt, an elite from a lineage of both wealth and martial arts.

In terms of intimacy, she couldn't compare with the other two girls. In terms of wealth, she was utterly crushed by Chen Rourou. Even her physique was hindered by her height.

If this had been three months ago, even with such a wide gap between her and them, Lin Siqi wouldn't have felt anything. Back then, she had no particular thoughts about Zhang Beixing and simply treated him as a normal classmate and friend. But now, after everything that had happened, Lin Siqi found she could no longer face Zhang Beixing with that same mentality.

This led Lin Siqi to become increasingly anxious when making such comparisons. Consequently, she subconsciously moved closer to Zhang Beixing, trying to gain a sense of security, which resulted in the incident just now. That was also why she responded with a "yes" when Zhang Beixing asked if she wanted to continue watching.

Upon hearing Lin Siqi's response, Zhang Beixing's expression turned somewhat strange, but he quickly composed himself. He didn't say anything, merely brought a stool for Lin Siqi and placed it beside him.

Then, holding his phone, he started to create BGM for his video, searching for the sound he wanted in the editing software's music library. Zhang Beixing proceeded to filter and clip the audio.

But whether it was because the rain outside the tent was gradually getting heavier and noisier, or for some other reason, Zhang Beixing worked on his phone for a long time but couldn't manage to calm down and immerse himself in video production as he had before. He felt his mind was a chaotic blank; he couldn't recall or articulate anything. This led him to try several audio tracks, but none were satisfactory.

After busying himself for ten minutes or so, he hadn't even managed to complete the intro.

Feeling frustrated, Zhang Beixing pulled out a cigarette, put it to his lips, and looked at Lin Siqi. "Sister Qi, would you mind if I smoked in here?" he asked.

Lin Siqi shook her head.

Zhang Beixing then lit his cigarette and resumed working on his phone.

Seeing him so engrossed yet clearly frustrated, Lin Siqi couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. She stood up, moved behind Zhang Beixing, and reached out to gently massage his head, hoping to alleviate some of his stress.

Little did she know, the source of Zhang Beixing's current frustration wasn't the editing at all—it was her!

Because of the earlier incident, although Zhang Beixing hadn't said anything, his mind inevitably began to wander. It was a normal reaction for any man! However, just as these thoughts began to surface, he suppressed them with his strong willpower. Smoking now was just his way of trying to restrain himself, to stop himself from overthinking.

So, while Zhang Beixing was over here struggling to suppress his thoughts and rein in his desires, it might have been one thing if Lin Siqi hadn't noticed. But she actively came over to massage him.

It wasn't that there was anything wrong with Lin Siqi giving him a massage. But… she should at least be aware of her own height! Lin Siqi was only five-foot-three, while Zhang Beixing was a full six-foot-one! Even sitting on the stool, though not as tall as standing, he was still about five feet. So now, with Lin Siqi coming over to massage him, Zhang Beixing felt a soft THUMP THUMP against the back of his head. Especially when paired with the faint, fresh fragrance emanating from Lin Siqi.

"Sister... Sister Qi, don't... stop!" Zhang Beixing blurted out, indicating he could hardly hold back any longer.

As for Lin Siqi, she had keenly sensed this the moment she started massaging him from behind, and her already flushed face turned an even deeper red. Now, hearing Zhang Beixing's words, she naturally understood what he meant. Yet, the movements of her hands didn't stop; she just continued massaging as if lost in her own world. This continued until Zhang Beixing completely lost control, shot up from the stool, and grabbed her hands.

At this moment, little remained of Zhang Beixing's rationality; his base instincts had taken over. Their eyes locked. Zhang Beixing was panting heavily. Lin Siqi met his aggressive gaze without flinching, her own breathing heavy as she tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes gradually becoming dazed.

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