Jiang Ning got up earlier than Zhuang Yan today. The staff saw her leave empty-handed, and returned half an hour later carrying a bag.

"Teacher Jiang, what are you holding in your hand?"

"preserved egg."

Jiang Ning asked around at five different places before finally buying these six preserved eggs.

Jiang Ning planned to use preserved eggs for breakfast, cooking a pot of preserved egg and lean pork congee. Back in school, Zhuang Yan's favorite food was this.

While Jiang Ning was cooking porridge, Zhuang Yan got up. He was completely unaffected and continued practicing his martial arts in the courtyard as he had the day before.

The show is filmed in a closed environment, so they won't know about trending topics online unless the director tells them.

The director repeatedly warned those around him to watch what they said, fearing it might affect the guests' mood during the recording of the show.

But Zhuang Yan still keenly sensed something, because the way the staff around him looked at him was very different from usual.

Jiang Ning, who had just finished cooking the porridge, watched quietly from the side. What seemed like a boring thing to outsiders, she wished time could stand still so that she could stay with Zhuang Yan forever.

With staff watching, Jiang Ning got up and went back to her room to change clothes after a while.

Lu Yan also got up. She had just finished washing up and was holding two pairs of scissors when she called to Zhuang Yan, "Zhuang Yan, come here."

Zhuang Yan had just finished the last section and was slightly sweaty. He wiped his forehead and asked, "What is it?"

"The dare you promised me last night while we were playing games."

Zhuang Yan saw the scissors in her hand and remembered that she was going to cut his hair.

Lu Yan found a low stool for Zhuang Yan to sit on. Then, she picked up a plastic bag from somewhere and tied it around his neck.

Just as she was about to cut, Zhuang Yan grabbed her hand: "Sister Lu Yan, do you know how to cut hair?"

"Yes, I would. Why would I cut your hair if I didn't know how?"

What he said seemed to make sense, but Zhuang Yan felt uncertain and like a lamb to the slaughter.

Lu Yan pressed the back of his head to adjust his position: "Don't move, don't worry, you won't mess it up."

After saying that, Lu Yan started using the scissors. There were only a few rustling sounds in her ears as her hair began to fall down. Several strands of hair fell into her neck and it ached a little.

Zhuang Yan reached out to scratch, but suddenly felt a warm breath on his neck. He reflexively shrugged and dodged forward, asking, "What are you doing?"

"I was blow-drying my hair, and a few strands fell into your clothes. Hey, why are your ears so red? Did I blow-dry them?" Lu Yan teased with a smile.

Zhuang Yan did not want to answer.

Lu Yan continued cutting his hair, blowing on his ears one moment and touching the back of his neck the next. She smelled wonderful and felt incredibly soft. With each touch, it was as if an electric current flowed down his scalp, even numbing his tailbone.

Even just getting a haircut made Zhuang Yan feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, and he had to control his physical reactions.

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, Lu Yan took out a tissue to wipe it for him, but Zhuang Yan stopped her with his hand: "I'll wipe it myself..."

"Don't move while I'm cutting your hair, or you'll mess it up."

Zhuang Yan reluctantly lowered his hand: "How much longer do I need to cut it?"

"Almost done, let me fix it." Lu Yan admired the hair as she fixed it. "It looks really good. Your hair was too long before, and it covered your eyebrows, making you look listless."

Lu Yan stared intently at his forehead, then reached out and touched his brow: "Zhuang Yan, has anyone ever told you that your forehead is particularly beautiful?"

Zhuang Yan was somewhat averse to others touching his forehead, but when facing Lu Yan, he not only did not dislike her touch, but also felt a slightly tingling and comfortable sensation.

Zhuang Yan said in a hoarse voice, "Nobody said that."

Lu Yan smiled softly, but it was unclear what she was smiling about.

Her gaze lingered on his chin and lips: "Your beard's grown out, let me shave it for you while I'm at it."

Zhuang Yan refused: "I can go back to my bedroom and shave myself."

"It's nothing, I have the tools here, it'll be quick." Lu Yan had already taken out a knife from her pocket, it was for trimming eyebrows, the blade was very sharp, "Don't move around, it wouldn't be good if you cut your face."

Lu Yan exuded a sense of assertiveness. She remained in the same position, standing behind Zhuang Yan, and leaned forward to shave his beard.

When Lu Yan hooked his chin with her fingertips and lifted him up, Zhuang Yan's view was completely blocked by her chest, and he couldn't see the sky at all.

Zhuang Yan didn't react at first and was clearly stunned.

Lu Yan was completely unaware when she saw the two mounds of flesh on her chest getting closer and closer. Zhuang Yan held her breath, fell to the side, and crashed heavily to the ground. This reaction startled Lu Yan.

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Yan's face was pale, and her right hand was trembling as she held the eyebrow razor. It was a close call; she almost hurt Zhuang Yan's face.

"I'm fine." This was the first time Zhuang Yan had lost his composure; his entire face turned red, and even his neck turned pink.

His hair had been simply trimmed by Lu Yan, making it longer than a buzz cut. He looked sunny and energetic, just as Lu Yan had said. His forehead was very attractive, and when it was exposed, his facial features looked more three-dimensional, especially his eyebrows and eyes, which appeared even more profound.

Not only did I look more handsome after getting a haircut, I also felt much fresher.

Faced with Lu Yan's questioning gaze, Zhuang Yan could only look away. He couldn't very well say, "Your chest was almost touching my face just now."

He clearly had no improper thoughts about Lu Yan, and treated her as an elder just like yesterday.

But just now, his breathing became rapid, and he even had a strange thought... Could Lu Yan be deliberately seducing him?

Zhuang Yan stood up and dusted himself off: "I brought a razor, so you don't need to shave me."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Lu Yan grabbed his hand and suddenly asked, "Zhuang Yan, if it were marriage, would you care about the other person's age?"

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