Zhong Tingyue ate three bowls of noodles, along with leftover stir-fried pork with green peppers—it was incredibly delicious.

Stepping out of the kitchen, I saw Chu Fang, still restless in his wheelchair, explaining the day's events to his two pets.

She smiled.

Chu Fang asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I wasn't laughing at you."

"oh oh."

After dinner, Zhong Rou quickly washed up and went to bed, as she had class the next day. Zhong Tingyue also took a shower, wearing loose pajamas, her wet hair disheveled and emitting a faint fragrance.

"Hey, what about me?" Chu Fang asked.

"What?"

"I want to take a shower too."

Zhong Tingyue looked him over, her gaze lingering on the injured leg: "How about we just forget about it?"

"No way!" Chu Fang drawled. "I can't sleep without taking a shower."

Chu Fang doesn't have a strong obsession with cleanliness, but he still needs to take a bath every day, otherwise he always feels sticky and can't sleep at night.

Zhong Tingyue sighed helplessly, then pushed Chu Fang to the bathroom, helped him up, and supported his body with his hands.

The two had moved beyond that innocent stage and had become intimately intertwined.

To put it bluntly, they had already seen and touched all the organs on each other's bodies, so Zhong Tingyue was not shy about taking off Chu Fang's clothes and pants.

She turned on the tap, tested the water temperature, and once it was just right, she began to rinse Chu Fang's body.

Chu Fang shook his neck and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him with a smile. A strand of her hair fell in front of her eyebrows, making her very charming. At this moment, she was carefully washing his body. Every move she made was so gentle, just like a virtuous and gentle wife.

As if sensing his gaze, Zhong Tingyue glanced at him and said, "You seem to be enjoying this?"

"Hehe." Chu Fang grinned, "I think I've found the fun in spraining my ankle."

“… …” Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes, tightened the sleeve at her chest, and snorted softly, “What are you doing?!”

"I'll give it a try."

"No way! You've already sprained your ankle and you're still not behaving."

"I don't care."

Chu Fang immediately started acting like a rogue, supporting himself with one hand while doing whatever he wanted with the other, which made Zhong Tingyue glare angrily.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a patient, he would have given him a good scolding.

Sure enough... men are only most obedient when they're hanging on the wall.

It took Zhong Tingyue more than an hour to take a simple shower, and she took another shower.

After taking a shower, Zhong Tingyue helped Chu Fang change into his pajamas, helped him to bed, covered him with a blanket, and was about to leave when she was met with a pair of eyes filled with ripples.

Chu Fang pulled at the blanket, pouted, and his eyes gleamed: "When I was sick before, my mom would take care of me."

"Bullshit!" Zhong Tingyue tossed her hair. "Your mother said that you were very independent when you were sick, and you didn't let her experience what it's like to be a mother."

Chu Fang thought for a moment, then shamelessly said, "Then I'll let you experience what it's like to be a mother."

"Ugh~~~" Zhong Tingyue touched her arm, goosebumps rising on her skin, and looked at him with disdain: "You're such a pervert."

In the end, Zhong Tingyue couldn't resist Chu Fang's rippled gaze and, in a soft and weak voice, she fell asleep with him.

With the lights off and the moonlight shining brightly, Ms. Zhong said softly, "The doctor said that your condition is not suitable for strenuous exercise, and you should sleep on a vegetarian diet."

Chu Fang bowed slightly and said, "Okay."

Less than ten minutes later, the room was filled with panting and gasping for breath.

"Didn't you promise me you'd sleep with vegetarians?"

"Huh? Did I agree?"

"Why do you still have energy even when you're injured? Are you faking your illness?"

"I have good core strength."

“... ..."

Early in the morning, Zhong Tingyue woke up, turned her head to look at the man beside her pillow, recalled the events of the previous night, gritted her teeth, and all her thoughts ultimately boiled down to two words:

born!

Chu Fang woke up at the right time, met her gaze, and chuckled.

Good morning, Ms. Zhong.

"Who the hell invented 'Good Morning'? What good things can happen in the morning?"

Seeing that Chu Fang had been rebuffed by her, her resentment lessened slightly. She then got dressed, got out of bed, and went outside.

After a quick wash, Zhong Rou got up. Since Zhong Tingyue couldn't make breakfast, she gave her younger sister money to buy steamed buns, milk, and other breakfast items outside.

Zhong Rou put her hands in her pockets and left happily.

After her younger sister went to school, she put out food for the two pets, then went into the bedroom and asked, "Mr. Chu, are you planning to stay home today? Or go to your studio?"

"studio."

Zhong Tingyue nodded, then opened the wardrobe, picked out a set of clothes for Chu Fang, and sat on the edge of the bed to help him get dressed.

During this time, Chu Fang naturally didn't miss any opportunity to take advantage, which made Zhong Tingyue really want to kick him.

After getting dressed, Zhong Tingyue looked herself over, nodded slightly, and seemed quite satisfied.

It has to be said that this boyfriend's nearly one million yuan annual expenditure on clothes is well worth it. Every outfit he wears follows the latest trends, with impeccable design and production, and perfectly matches his personality.

"Isn't he handsome?"

"cricket!"

"That's still handsome!"

“... ..."

Zhong Tingyue helped Chu Fang into his wheelchair, tidied him up, and then the two went out.

It was rush hour, and commuters on the street were all looking in one direction.

A man was seen sitting in an electric wheelchair, sometimes moving forward, sometimes backward, and occasionally making joyful sounds...

The office workers couldn't help but feel admiration for the man in the wheelchair.

Even with a broken leg, he can still live so strongly and optimistically.

Not easy!

Zhong Tingyue earnestly urged, "Watch where you're going."

What's it like to have a boyfriend who acts like a child?

Just like her now, exhausted, weary, and utterly drained, she felt utterly helpless...

When they arrived at the studio, since they hadn't eaten breakfast, the two bought some downstairs.