The car drove slowly along the street and soon arrived at the Tanhua residential area.

Looking at the neighborhood, Zhong Tingyue couldn't help but sigh, "It's been so many days, I've missed you terribly."

"Let's go." Chu Fang gripped those slender hands tightly.

This woman was in her twenties, but her skin was still so smooth and tender, like that of a young girl in her prime.

The two then walked into the residential area.

As I stepped out of the elevator and opened the door, a sharp, piercing sound, filled with boundless rage, slithered out from under the door: "Meow!!!"

Lily, the tabby cat, arched her back, her fur bristling, her pupils contracting as she stared at Chu Fang. In the blink of an eye, Lily swung her paws at Chu Fang, the paws gleaming with a cold light.

Chu Fang shifted his body slightly to the right, and the tabby cat Lily immediately stopped attacking, crouched down, and let out a soft meow: "Meow~~~"

Lily the tabby cat tilted her head and looked up at Zhong Tingyue, looking obedient and cute.

"Oh, oh, oh, my sweetie, Mommy's back. You're no longer a child without a mother. You've gotten so thin these past few days, it breaks my heart..." Zhong Tingyue half-squatted down, picked up Lily, and coaxed her like a pet.

Meow~~~

Meow~~~

Meow~~~

“... ..."

Lily, the tabby cat, nestled on Zhong Tingyue's shoulder. Each time Zhong Tingyue offered a word of comfort, Lily would meow softly, her voice filled with countless grievances and pent-up emotions, echoing throughout the room.

Chu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth.

Just moments ago, the cat looked like it wanted to kill him, but now it seemed like a wronged child.

It embodies double standards to the fullest extent.

"Let me tell you, you can't become a spirit after the founding of the People's Republic of China," Chu Fang said, pointing at the tabby cat Lily.

Meow~~~

Zhong Tingyue turned around and glared at him: "You're not allowed to bully Lily."

"..." Chu Fang felt endless pain in his heart, and his voice rose eight octaves: "Ever since you were hospitalized, every time I come home, this bastard wants to fight me. Who the hell is bullying whom?"

Zhong Tingyue smiled, reached out a hand, and touched Chu Fang's cheek: "Good boy."

"I'm not a cat!"

What is that?

"My dear father!"

“... ..."

Under the cover of night, the lights shone brightly. The two cooked as usual. Zhong Tingyue washed and chopped the vegetables, while Chu Fang cooked. A cat was squatting by the door, acting as a 'supervisor'.

He originally didn't want Zhong Tingyue to help him, but he couldn't resist her request.

"Why is everything so soupy?" Zhong Tingyue frowned as she looked at tonight's ingredients. "Egg custard, pork rib and vegetable soup."

“My dear sister, you just had an intestinal problem. The doctor advised you to eat easily digestible foods,” Chu Fang replied. “And I also made some braised noodles with green beans.”

"This is good, I like it."

The Central Plains' fondness for noodles has been passed down through Zhong Tingyue.

After preparing a simple home-style dish, Zhong Tingyue quickly shoveled a bite of braised noodles with green beans. She had been eating liquid food for days and was almost getting depressed. After chewing for a bit, she gave a thumbs up: "The noodles are chewy, the green beans are crisp and tender, and the flavor is rich and savory. It's absolutely delicious."

"Have some soup." Chu Fang ladled out a bowl of soup, watched his girlfriend eat a mouthful of noodles and a clove of garlic, her entire elegant demeanor completely gone, and couldn't help but sigh.

While eating noodles with garlic, Zhong Tingyue didn't forget Chu Fang. She peeled a clove of garlic and handed it to Chu Fang, but the latter shook his head: "No, people from Chengdu don't have that habit."

"Try it, it's delicious."

"don't want."

"Fine, I don't want it. I don't like sharing with you anyway." Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes, then began to eat heartily.

There are still significant differences between Chengdu and the Central Plains in terms of food, but neither of them ever imposed their own preferences on the other.

After finishing her meal, Zhong Tingyue cleared away the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them. Her tabby cat, Lily, followed closely behind her, as if afraid that she would disappear again.

Chu Fang stretched, walked to the window, looked at the red lanterns hanging outside, glanced at the calendar, and raised an eyebrow: "Today is New Year's Day."

I've been so busy with Zhong Tingyue's illness these past few days that I've completely lost track of time.

New Year's Day has passed, and the Spring Festival is not far away.

Chu Fang scratched his face, lost in thought: "How can I win over Zhong Tingyue during the Spring Festival?"

What are you thinking about?

A clear voice rang in his ear, and he whispered, "I want to sleep with you."

"rogue!"

"... ... " Chu Fang turned around, "Come on, it's New Year's Day today, let's go out for a walk.

The two left the house, and their tabby cat, Lily, followed them.

Walking through the streets and alleys, the New Year's Day atmosphere was still quite lively. Cosplayers were frequently seen, dressed in flamboyant attire and wearing very little clothing, which made Chu Fang feel a slight chill.

Although Shanghai winters don't involve heavy snow blocking the mountains, the gentle sea breeze still makes it quite cold, penetrating through your clothes.

He walked up to Zhong Tingyue and helped her tie her scarf so she wouldn't catch a cold.

Today, Zhong Tingyue was wearing a dark coat with the hem swaying slightly. Around her neck was a snow-white scarf, which she had bought a few days ago. The material was soft, like white clouds in the sky, and the clusters of white clouds surrounded her swan-like neck, making her feel incredibly warm.

Her hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. A gentle breeze blew, and a few strands of hair fluttered gently in front of her eyebrows, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right, adding to her charm.

Her hands were in her pockets, and her eyes sparkled with starlight.

The two strolled slowly, remaining silent, which created quite a scene.

"Ouch..."

Suddenly, Zhong Tingyue twisted her ankle and was about to fall. Chu Fang reacted quickly and immediately caught his girlfriend, saying, "Be careful."

"I almost twisted my ankle," Zhong Tingyue explained, tilting her head to look at Chu Fang, two dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth: "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"What do you mean?" Chu Fang tilted his head as well.

Zhong Tingyue lowered her head and looked down at her chest, where she saw a hand on it, and another hand grabbing it.

"Oh." Chu Fang looked at it and suddenly realized that he had unconsciously placed it on top.

"Then let go."

Chu Fang grabbed it casually, then reluctantly let go, saying with a mix of longing and heartache, "It feels nice."

Zhong Tingyue's fair face flushed red instantly. She glanced around timidly and said, "Chu Fang, you're a fucking bastard."

"whee."

As long as he gets the benefit, he doesn't care if someone's a jerk or not.