Duan Peng is here

Early in the morning, Nanqi was sleeping with Song Zhao in her arms when she was woken up by her phone ringing. The two of them had been up and about until the wee hours of the morning, getting more and more energetic, and didn't fall asleep until almost dawn.

At 6:30, Nanqi impatiently hung up her phone, put it on silent, and then covered herself with the blanket to continue sleeping.

They slept until ten o'clock, when Nan Yue came over and knocked on the door again, repeatedly calling them to get up.

"We're not eating, stop knocking," Nanqi said impatiently. Song Zhao squinted, struggled a few times, and then closed his eyes again.

"Peng-ge is here!" Nan Yue shouted.

"What Peng Ge, Yu Ge..." Nan Qi was muttering to herself when she suddenly realized what was happening and sat up in shock: "Duan Peng? Duan Peng is here!"

"Yes, he came all the way here. If you don't get up, he's going to leave."

Nanqi was surprised that Duan Peng had come to see her. She hadn't seen Duan Peng for a long time and really missed him.

After graduating from high school, Duan Peng repeated a year and was admitted to a second-tier university in another city the following year. He initially struggled to adapt to university life, calling Nan Qi every week to complain about the environment, the cafeteria, and the lack of acquaintances, making his life miserable. After about two months, he made new friends and gradually adapted, and his complaints lessened.

As for their other friend, Li Jia, she hasn't visited Nanqi's house since Nanqi was whipped. Firstly, Nanqi knows she's unwelcome and would only be a fool to go there, and secondly, she's busy with school and earning money and doesn't have time to visit.

Later they heard that Li Jia had run away from home, and they couldn't get through to her on the phone. Nanqi and Duan Peng lost all contact with her.

However, the thought that she had left that home voluntarily made Nanqi feel proud of her from the bottom of her heart.

Song Zhao was also kept awake by Nan Qi's commotion, and said with blurry eyes, "Get up."

"I'll go downstairs first, you can get some more sleep."

"No need, I'm already awake." Song Zhao rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Bring me my clothes."

Nanqi knew she was still quite tired, "Don't push yourself, my mom and the others will understand if you sleep a little longer."

“I couldn’t fall back asleep as soon as I woke up, and I want to go with you.”

"Hmm... okay then." Nanqi started by dressing Song Zhao, who opened her arms and cooperated obediently.

"Don't be honest, you look better in this outfit than I do."

Song Zhao looked down and realized it was Nan Qi's clothes. The top had a pony pattern and a loose design, making it very comfortable to wear. Nan Qi looked adorable in it, and Song Zhao, with her full bust, looked even more stylish in it.

"This dress is yours from now on." Nanqi said, getting up to get the pants hanging in the closet. When Song Zhao saw her naked body, he couldn't help but hug her from behind, rubbing his face against the back of her neck.

Nanqi hadn't stopped her at first, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck and exclaimed, "Eh, eh, eh!"

"alright."

Nanqi turned her head and tapped her forehead with her index finger. "You, you ambushed me."

"You'll dare to do it again next time," Song Zhao said smugly.

Nanqi snorted at her and spread her pants up to her legs. "Quick, put your pants on."

"Um."

After dressing Song Zhao, Nan Qi tossed the clothes up and quickly slipped them on; it only took her about ten seconds to get dressed.

Let's go.

The two went downstairs, where Duan Peng had been sitting on the sofa for a while, chatting incessantly with Nan Yue about his campus life.

Suddenly hearing their footsteps coming downstairs, he seemed to be paused, instantly falling silent. He stood up abruptly from the sofa, his eyes reddening as he looked at Nanqi, appearing as if he were about to cry.

"Sister Qi, you've lost weight due to illness..."

Nanqi patted his shoulder with a smile, breaking his sadness, "You've gotten quite strong, you must have been working out a lot."

"I was influenced by my classmates. The guys in my dorm are all too strong. They're either doing push-ups or weightlifting in the dorm every day, and they always drag me along. I can't even slack off."

Nanqi narrowed her eyes and teased, "Isn't that great? You've got a great figure, so you can attract young girls."

"Sister Qi! You're still making fun of me! I'd rather be a useless person than go through this painful workout."

As Duan Peng spoke, he turned to look at Song Zhao, his eyes sparkling: "Sister Beauty, you've lost weight too."

Song Zhao shrugged indifferently and tilted his head, saying, "It's for work."

"Yeah, you're a big star now. Hey, I told my buddies that you and I were classmates, and none of them believed me. They said I was bragging! I have to take some photos with you later so I can post them on my WeChat Moments to show off!"

Nanqi said, "Okay, I'll take pictures of you two."

Song Zhao smiled and nodded, but his eyes showed a hint of fatigue.

Duan Peng leaned closer and asked Nan Qi with a grin, "Um... just between you two, is this thing real or fake?"

"You came all the way back from out of town just to ask this?" Nanqi said, exasperated.

"Of course not!" Duan Peng replied firmly. "I was terrified when I saw how sick you were in the video, so I rushed back to see you! Asking about gossip was just a side thing, a side thing~"

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Nanqi said.

Duan Peng's face fell: "I called you first thing this morning, several times, but you didn't answer!"

"You're the one nagging me this morning?! Are you crazy? Why are you calling so early in the morning?! Couldn't you have called two days earlier?"

Duan Peng, hands on his hips, said angrily, "Damn it, I swear to God, I called you a week ago, but I couldn't get through at all. If I hadn't contacted Yueyue, I would have thought something else had happened to you..."

Nanqi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said "Huh?"

Song Zhao, who was standing next to him, rubbed his forehead a little guiltily and said, "You guys continue chatting, I'll go tidy up first."

It wasn't until Song Zhao disappeared that Nan Qi came to her senses; her phone had been in Song Zhao's hands for the past few days.

Just then, Wu Hua came over with a full plate of sliced ​​fruit, her smile gentle: "You two can eat and chat. Daqi, remember to heat up your breakfast later, Mom's going to correct some homework."

"Okay, Mom."

"Hello, Auntie!" Duan Peng greeted with a bright smile and a loud voice.

Wu Hua was amused by him, put down the fruit plate, and looked him up and down with a smile: "Oh my, isn't this Da Peng! You've grown more and more handsome, and you look much more energetic than when I last saw you!"

Duan Peng chuckled and proudly raised his chin: "Hehe, Sister Qi just said the same thing!"

"This child," Wu Hua said with a smile, shaking her head. She then added, "If you get hungry at noon, just tell Auntie, and Auntie will cook you something delicious."

"Thank you, Auntie!" Duan Peng said with a smile.

Once Wu Hua's footsteps had faded into the distance, Duan Peng immediately sidled up to Nan Qi, his eyes wide, and asked eagerly, "So, so! You and Sister Meiren'er are really together?"

Nanqi, unable to resist his persistence, glanced at him helplessly and softly hummed in agreement: "It's true."

"Wow—!" Duan Peng was so excited he almost jumped up. He quickly covered his mouth, lowered his voice and screamed, then asked curiously, "Does your mom know? She didn't object?"

“My mom already knew.” Nanqi picked up a grape and slowly put it in her mouth.

"My God! What an amazing love story! Oh my god, am I a witness to your love?!"

Duan Peng was excited for a while, then winked at Nan Qi, his eyes full of mockery: "No wonder you two look so listless... Tell me, did you two... last night?"

Nanqi blushed so deeply that her ears turned bright red. She grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at Duan Peng, yelling, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Duan Peng caught the pillow lightly, and deliberately hugged it closer to his chest, raising an eyebrow and grinning mischievously, "Sis, don't blush."

Nan Yue, who was standing to the side, was already laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight. She patted the sofa and joked, "Oh no, oh no, my sister's face is redder than a monkey's bottom!"

"You're making fun of me too!" Nanqi was both angry and embarrassed, glaring at Nanyue, unable to speak properly.

Just then, Song Zhao came out of the kitchen carrying steaming buns and soy milk. Her face looked refreshed, as if she had just finished washing up. She asked with a smile, "What are you chatting about? It's so lively."

“She blushed when we talked about my sister!” Nan Yue answered quickly, and Duan Peng nodded vigorously in agreement.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhao immediately became nervous and quickly walked to Nan Qi's side, reaching out to touch her forehead: "Why is your face red? Do you have a fever?" When her fingertips touched the warm skin, she frowned even more deeply, "It seems a little hot."

“Oh no,” she whispered in Song Zhao’s ear, “they’re making fun of us.”

"Sis, we're making fun of each other openly, why are you whispering?" Nan Yue burst into laughter, she and Duan Peng were laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down their faces.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, gently ruffled Nan Qi's hair, and calmly said, "If they want to laugh, we can't stop them." As she spoke, she handed the soy milk in her hand to her, "Have some to warm your stomach."

Nanqi looked at the wisps of steam rising from the rim of the cup, pursed her lips, and said with a hint of coquetry, "It's hot."

Song Zhao didn't speak, but brought the cup to his lips, blew on it a few times, took a small sip, and then handed it back to the cup, his voice so gentle it could melt your heart: "It's not hot anymore, drink it."