Chapter 8: Kissing is a good idea

His voice was brisk, and every word danced between his lips and teeth. They were very close, and his slightly lowered voice had a grainy texture, knocking against her ears.

"Let's give it a try." Zhou Zhou said.

She ran her fingers through her hair and held up her head to look at him, neither moving forward nor backward.

She doesn't wear makeup, but her cheeks are red.

Her eyes were smiling, and the light from the light strip was reflected in her curved eyes. The light was flowing in her eyes, and some uncontrollable emotions were brewing.

Their breathing was too close. If they moved a little closer, they could feel the warmth of each other's skin.

The fingers that were tangling her hair stopped.

Cheng Yu put down his hand, letting down a bunch of curls that he had played with. "If you want to kiss me, you should have done it earlier. If you close your eyes, it's a dream."

Zhou Zhou laughed out loud, his eyes like crescent moons.

Cheng Yu has his own unique way of speaking, and she never knows what he will say next.

The two of them enjoyed this kind of ambiguous relationship, close but not intimate.

Cheng Yu asked her, "Are you still playing?"

The question is about games.

"Play."

Zhou Zhou picked up the handle and put it into Cheng Yu's hand, not sparing his coquettishness, "Master, please teach me again, and be more careful this time."

Cheng Yu nodded.

He didn't have much patience, but he was a good teacher, and soon Zhou Zhou was able to control the character himself.

Zhou Zhou thought he would maintain this hugging posture and play games with her all night, but as soon as she finished the game, he withdrew and they each held a controller to complete the game together.

Two-player cooperation requires strategy and is more difficult than single-player cooperation.

The TV volume was turned down very low, and it was very quiet most of the time, with only the sounds of the two people talking.

The characters controlled by Zhou Zhou were still very easy to die. After Cheng Yu controlled one, he had to control another. The countdown on the screen was only thirty seconds. She kept urging him and was even more anxious and angry than him.

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's almost there."

"Don't rush me." Cheng Yu stared at the screen, and with his fingers operating nimbly, he finally passed the level successfully in the last two seconds.

He threw the controller aside, pinching his brows helplessly, "I took the trouble to teach you what to do, but in the end I'm the only one playing it."

"Watching the game is also very engaging. Otherwise, who would cheer you on?" Zhou Zhou said confidently.

Cheng Yu snorted lightly: "I don't know if it was encouraging or not, but I can hear it urging people to die."

Zhou Zhou laughed and fell into his arms.

Cheng Yu held the back of her head and slowly stroked the back of her head with his palm.

The game was a pastime for Cheng Yu. Zhou Zhou was not very good at playing, which made the game more difficult. He had a headache, but he was not angry.

The two played games all night.

When it was daybreak, everyone went back to their rooms to sleep.

Zhou Zhou didn't know how long he slept, but he felt like he hadn't gotten enough sleep. When he woke up, he was woken by a knock on the door.

Her eyelids felt heavy, unable to open. She turned over and didn't want to respond. She just hummed a few times and rolled over to the other end of the bed with the quilt rolled up.

Chen Yiyang knocked for a long time but heard no movement from inside.

He opened the door with his key and saw the ball bulging in the quilt at a glance.

Chen Yiyang didn't know where her head and body were, and it was difficult to move through the quilt, so he kicked the ball with his foot: "Zhou Zhou, wake up."

The ball moved.

A foot stretched out from under the quilt and kicked over mercilessly.

Zhou Zhou pushed aside some of the quilt, revealing her head. She closed her eyes and refused to open them, her face full of irritation and sleepiness. She muttered, "Chen Yiyang, you'd better get down to business."

"Let's go build a snowman."

"It's still snowing outside, who wants to build a snowman with you?"

"I called you only when it stopped snowing?" Chen Yiyang said, "Let's go out and build a snowman before it snows. It might start snowing again later."

He added, "Now that you're back in the capital, it's time to adjust your schedule. We live in the same room, so we don't see each other every day. You're out at night and in bed during the day, so I thought you were getting up too fast. You're too young to see me."

Zhou Zhou kicked him again: "Get lost, who's calling you too milky?"

She sobered up a little.

I hadn't slept for long, and my head was still heavy. I thought about building a snowman again, so I forced myself out of the covers, yawning non-stop.

Chen Yiyang lay on the recliner waiting for her.

With his hands behind his head, he swung his legs and asked Zhou Zhou, "Should we call Cheng Yu? He's such a grouchy kid, I don't even know what time he went to bed. He's asking for a scolding if he comes to my door."

Zhou Zhou took his clothes to the bathroom and looked at him with disdain: "Aren't you asking for trouble by opening my door?"

Chen Yiyang grinned: "How could my Zhou Zhou bear to scold me?"

Before Zhou Zhou could bring up the quintessence of Chinese culture, he immediately changed the subject, "...for the sake of the snowman."

Zhou Zhou snorted: "You have self-awareness."

She took her clothes into the bathroom and washed up first.

Chen Yiyang lay there for a while, feeling a little bored. He stood up and walked to the bathroom, leaning against the door frame and asked her, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat first and then play, or play first and then eat?"

Zhou Zhou was brushing his teeth. After a while, he spit out the foam in his mouth and asked him, "Instant noodles?"

"No, I saw there were dumplings in the frozen food."

"Then go eat something."

I've only had one meal since yesterday, so I'm a little hungry.

Chen Yiyang nodded and went downstairs to cook dumplings.

After Zhou Zhou finished washing up, she applied skincare products in front of the mirror. She waited until a film formed on her face before she took off her pajamas and prepared to change.

Just as I took off my clothes to my arms, I heard footsteps.

Zhou Zhou turned her head and saw Cheng Yu standing behind her with sleepy eyes, his hair was messy, his eyes were half closed, and he looked unhappy.

Zhou Zhou didn't expect him to be behind him, and felt a slight chill on his exposed skin.

The clothes were stuck at my arms, neither going up nor down, so I just took them off.

Cheng Yu stood behind her and could see her naked back as white as snow and the curve of her chest. The remaining sleepiness in him gradually woke up.

He didn't expect to see such a scenery when he turned the corner.

Zhou Zhou, with her back to him, changed her clothes oblivious to the surroundings. Her curves trembled as she moved, revealing a waist without a trace of excess fat.

Cheng Yu didn't move. He reached into his pockets and said slowly, "The door is open."

Zhou Zhou hummed: "I thought he closed the shop."

Who knew he didn't?

Zhou Zhou turned her back to him, trying to appear as natural as possible. It wasn't that she was shy, but she thought Cheng Yu would avoid her, but she didn't expect him to openly watch her change clothes from behind.

After all, they weren't that close.

It seemed that since last night, the two of them had tacitly acknowledged this ambiguity.

There's no need for so much affectation between grown men and women.

What broke the ambiguity was Chen Yiyang's call of "little ancestor".

"Little ancestor, the dumplings are cooked. Are you done?" Chen Yiyang's noisy voice sounded at one end of the corridor, becoming clearer and clearer.

When he walked to the door and saw Cheng Yu inside, he was stunned for a moment, "When did you..."

Before he could finish his words, Cheng Yu reached out and closed the door, isolating him outside.

Chen Yiyang widened his eyes, strangling the word "awake" in his throat.

What are these two people doing, locking him out?