When Cheng Zhi said this, it was both funny and cute, and Qi Yanche couldn't help but smile. He seemed to remember that there was some safflower oil next to the TV cabinet, so he would get it for her to apply later.

After not seeing each other for several days, we gathered together and talked for a long time. In the end, everyone was yawning and it was time to go to sleep.

Luckily, there are two shower rooms in this house; otherwise, it would take who knows how long it would take for nine people to line up to shower.

After taking a shower, Cheng Zhi went into her spatial dimension to change back into a long down jacket. She also took the opportunity to find a needle and thread, intending to sew up the tears in Qi Yanche's clothes.

She went downstairs in the dark and unexpectedly ran into Qi Yanche at the corner of the stairs.

"What? Did you come up here to see us for something?" Cheng Zhi asked, carrying her needle and thread.

Qi Yanche shook the safflower oil in his hand, then pointed to her hand, "You need to apply medicine. What about you? Why aren't you lying down?"

Cheng Zhi stretched out her hand holding a needle and thread. "Your clothes are all mushy. If you don't sew them up soon, they'll be nothing but leather. Here, I'll mend them for you."

Seeing the bruises on Cheng Zhi's hands, he wanted to apply medicine first, but Cheng Zhi insisted on sewing first. After a few tugs of the way, Cheng Zhi began to threaten Qi Yanche, "If you don't let me sew first, I won't apply the medicine."

He couldn't refuse to apply the coat, so Qi Yanche had no choice but to compromise. But he only had one coat, and if he took it off, he would have nothing to wear.

Cheng Zhi looked at the tears; most of them were on her back and arms. She could sew them up without taking the coat off, since the coat was so thick it wouldn't prick anyone.

The two sat down on the sofa, and Cheng Zhi threaded the needle and sewed very quickly. Since it was a dark color, it was not noticeable unless you looked closely.

In no time at all, the sewing was basically finished. Cheng Zhi patted Qi Yanche's arm with satisfaction, very pleased with her masterpiece.

Just as she was about to put away her sewing kit, Qi Yanche pointed to a small tear above his left chest, "There's another one here."

The area on her chest was difficult to sew up, so Cheng Zhi looked left and right before sitting down on the coffee table, facing Qi Yanche.

This was perhaps the closest the two had been apart from that hug during the day. Qi Yanche looked at Cheng Zhi's long eyelashes and smelled the scent of her shower gel. For some reason, his heart was pounding.

So engrossed in watching that he blocked Cheng Zhi's view, Cheng Zhi didn't even lift her head, but gently lifted Qi Yanche's chin with her hand, saying, "You're too low, I can't see you."

It's no exaggeration to say that Qi Yanche was completely tense at that moment, and he didn't come back to his senses until Cheng Zhi finished sewing.

This spot was convenient, with Cheng Zhi right in front of him. Seeing that Cheng Zhi had finished packing, he poured out the safflower oil, then took Cheng Zhi's hand and began to rub the medicine into her skin.

You don't know until you touch it, and it still hurts a bit when you do. Cheng Zhi couldn't help but hiss.

Hearing Cheng Zhi's voice, Qi Yanche tightened his grip even further, "Does it still hurt?"

Cheng Zhi shook her head, "Just rub it. This kind of medicated oil needs to be rubbed hard to be effective. It won't hurt, so you can rub it without worry."

Qi Yanche smiled at her and agreed, but he didn't actually use much force.

After sewing the clothes and applying the medicated oil, the two went back to their respective rooms.

As soon as I walked in, I was met by a group of onlookers.

Chen Siyu leaned against the bed, her mouth twisted into an outer space, "Oh, oh, oh, you sewed clothes for others, but my clothes tore the day we had the snowball fight, why didn't you sew them for me!"

"..." Cheng Zhi threw the sewing kit at her directly, "I'm really fed up. You like eavesdropping so much, don't you guys have any other activities?"

Xiao Feiran appeared out of nowhere, put his arm around her shoulder, and sniffed her. "What's that smell? The stench of being in love!"

Before Cheng Zhi could refute, two more people appeared on the bed.

Huang Yiyi and Zheng Wan leaned against each other, their eyes shining as they looked at her. "It's been three years! Finally, someone in our dorm is going to start dating!"

Cheng Zhi: "..." Destroy it! How can there be so many people in such a small room, and they're all just here to watch the drama unfold?

The same applies to the boys' rooms on the first floor.

Shen Lingfeng was still wearing that fluorescent green down jacket, leaning against the wall like a big cricket. "Brother Yan is really a natural talent. No one taught him, but he's really good at it!"

Chen Yiyi sat on the bed and shook her head. "Who knows? Cheng Zhi's bruise is only the size of a coin. Why are you so nervous? Last time I was punched, I got a bruise the size of a fist, and you didn't even look at it."

Lu Yuan burst out laughing and kicked Chen Yiyi, "That's because you're being immature. We're just Yan-ge's dispensable roommates, while Cheng Zhi is Yan-ge's future girlfriend. The levels are completely different, there's no comparison."

Qi Yanche, who has been constantly criticized since he entered the room and can't even open his mouth, is speechless: "..." He really wishes he had a group of mute roommates.

They originally thought Qi Yanche would beat them up, but to their surprise, Qi Yanche didn't even flinch. He just took off his clothes and went straight to bed.

The other three looked at each other, wondering if Qi Yanche was angry.

Qi Yanche wasn't angry at all; he was overjoyed and wanted to take advantage of this good mood to fall asleep peacefully. "You three are just jealous, I'm going to sleep now."

"..."

The three men stood by the bed, seething with anger but unable to speak out. Finally, when Shen Lingfeng and Chen Yiyi left the room, they started to sarcastically criticize Lu Yuan, determined to make a fool of themselves today, or they would feel terrible.

"Look, Yan-ge's hands are clasped together, what's going on with you?"

"Look, Yan-ge hugged someone today too, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Lingfeng and Chen Yiyi flanked him from both sides, exchanging words back and forth.

Lu Yuan: "..." There are so many good people in the world, how come these two had to become his roommates? Fate is such a cruel thing.

Lu Yuan was utterly speechless. He rolled his eyes and chased after the two of them, ready to fight. He was so angry he felt like his teeth were about to grind to dust. "You two just know how to rub salt in the wound! Do you think you'll die if you don't act like idiots? At least I have someone I like. You two have nothing! Get lost!"

After chasing the two away, Lu Yuan returned to bed and began to pester Qi Yanche, "Brother, I'm begging you, tell me, how did you do that?"

Qi Yanche slowly turned around and said sincerely, "Actually, I didn't do anything. Sincerity is enough."

Seeing Qi Yanche say those words with that handsome face, Lu Yuan became even more annoyed.

Sure enough, the handsome guy's method wasn't suitable for him. After all, his physical attributes were what they were, and this method just didn't fit him!

Lu Yuan shook his head, stopped talking, and buried his face in the blanket, secretly shedding tears.

Some people are happily applying medicated oil, while others are described as rebellious teenagers participating in a reality show. How can there be such a big difference between people?