The winter drizzle is like the sorrow of the sky, lingering endlessly, like cold needles, piercing the earth all at once, making people feel a bone-chilling cold.

Moon Room Studio.

Chu Fang lay on his workstation, looking at the gloomy, rainy weather outside, which perfectly reflected his mood at that moment.

Melancholy, sorrow, anxiety, worry...

She had been living with Zhong Tingyue for some time, but she had managed to withstand his overwhelming and unpredictable advances with ease. Their relationship had progressed no further than holding hands and kissing each other.

This is unreasonable! This is unscientific!

He was deep in thought, pondering a crucial question concerning the future of humanity:

How to win over Zhong Tingyue?

I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't get an answer.

A fierce thought flashed through his mind: "Believe it or not, I'll drug your food, and then... I can do whatever I want with you, hehe..."

Okay, he was just thinking about it.

The clock struck midnight on time.

Chu Fang sighed, "Alas!"

Another day of daydreaming.

"Brother Chu, why are you sighing?" the chubby Cai Guan asked, tilting his head.

"Aren't you good at judging people? Can't you tell?"

Cai Guan shook his head: "I don't know."

Chu Fang recalled that the chubby boy was a virgin who had never been in a relationship, so it was normal that he didn't understand things between men and women.

"Hey chubby, wanna date? I'll find you someone, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

“No,” Cai Guan refused.

Chu Fang asked, "Why?"

"Drawing is more fun than having a girlfriend."

“... ..."

Listen to this earth-shattering language! This kid is hopeless.

Chu Fang packed his personal belongings, preparing to leave work.

A short while later, Zhong Tingyue came out.

Her upper body was clad in a khaki wool coat, a classic and simple style. The collar of the coat was slightly turned up, showing off her slender neck. Her lower body was clad in a white pleated skirt, the hem of which swayed gently. The pleats of the skirt cleverly concealed any imperfections in her legs, showcasing a light and elegant beauty.

Zhong Tingyue's makeup was as simple as ever, without too much embellishment, yet she was still beautiful and charming, with an extraordinary temperament.

The two left the studio together.

Since they started living together, Zhong Tingyue rarely, if ever, worked overtime and always left work on time, enjoying the process of going home with Chu Fang after get off work.

It's still drizzling outside; it's been raining all day.

Chu Fang opened his umbrella to shield Zhong Tingyue as they walked out of the building.

“New Year’s Day is almost here in the blink of an eye.” Zhong Tingyue picked up her bag, looked up at the sky, and said as if she were sighing, “We’ve known each other for almost half a year now, and these past six months have gone by so fast.”

Chu Fang asked, "Ms. Zhong, what gift do you plan to give me for New Year's Day?"

Zhong Tingyue withdrew her gaze, her delicate red lips slightly pursed: "What do you want?"

"I want to challenge my weakness."

"When you're with me, is that all you want to do?"

"Don't you want me to still be a man? Don't you?"

"Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

“... ..."

Chu Fang glanced at Zhong Tingyue, her delicate face remaining unchanged, and thought to herself, "You think about the same thing as me, so stop pretending."

He wasn't in such a hurry about that matter; he'd been single for over twenty years, so he didn't care about a moment.

He prioritizes psychological needs far more than physiological needs.

Chu Fang stretched out his hand, palm up, feeling the raindrops, then handed the umbrella to Zhong Tingyue, and stepped to the right, moving out of the umbrella's reach.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

He replied, "I don't want to use an umbrella anymore."

Why?

"I just don't want to."

Chu Fang was annoyed by today's weather. The sky was overcast, and the raindrops were neither too small nor too heavy to soak his whole body.

He was in a state of mind where he wanted to use an umbrella but also didn't want to.

After thinking about it, I decided it would be better to go without an umbrella and experience the winter drizzle.

"It's drizzling in winter, and it's chilly. Be careful not to catch a cold," Zhong Tingyue said with concern.

"No way, I'm as tough as nails." Chu Fang patted his chest, then stretched his neck and said to his girlfriend with a smile, "I'm rock hard."

“… …, drive less.” Zhong Tingyue opened her umbrella. “Since you don’t want to use an umbrella, I will.”

"No, I am like the wind, I will not hide under an umbrella."

Zhong Tingyue earnestly advised, "You're going to catch a cold."

"Won't."

Yes, it will.

"Won't."

"meeting."

"No."

“... ..."

Throughout the journey, the two repeated the same two words over and over again, but Chu Fang ultimately did not open the umbrella.

Late at night, Chu Fang took a shower and felt refreshed.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he saw Zhong Tingyue sitting cross-legged on the sofa, and a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Chu Fang was seen rubbing his stomach, his face contorted, as he limped out.

Zhong Tingyue turned her head, saw that he looked uncomfortable, and immediately ran over to support Chu Fang: "What's wrong?"

I think I've caught a cold.

Zhong Tingyue helped him sit down, reached out and touched his forehead, then touched her own forehead, somewhat puzzled: "You don't have a fever."

Without thinking too much, he went into the room, took out the cold medicine he had prepared, and was about to give it to Chu Fang.

He said, "The cold medicine is useless."

"it works."

"It won't work for me."

Why?

"My cold was caused by a mental illness; only by resolving the mental illness will the cold disappear."

Halfway there, Zhong Tingyue stopped, turned around, tilted her head, and looked at Chu Fang: "Do you want me to give you a kiss, a hug, and lift you up high? That will make your cold better."

"Hehe..." Faced with that burning gaze, Chu Fang, who was originally feeling 'uncomfortable', suddenly laughed. "That's not necessary."

Well, her acting was so bad that Ms. Zhong saw right through it.

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes and complained, "My suggestion is that you go outside and get caught in the rain now. You'll definitely catch a cold. Then I'll definitely give you kisses, hugs, and lift you up high."

Chu Fang's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"... ... Nonsense, it's fake!"

What kind of person is this? They actually had that idea pop into their head.