Chapter 118 is good!

Jiang Luo feigned arrogance and reprimanded, "I haven't forgiven you yet, don't even think about it."

"Oh." With drooping eyelids, He Ziyan felt frustrated.

Her soft, fragrant lips were right before my eyes, yet so far away.

"Luo Luo, how long will the investigation take?" He Ziyan couldn't help but ask.

He regretted it.

He couldn't withstand that kind of test.

After a moment's hesitation, Jiang Luo raised her finger and gestured in the air, "Then... the original plan, on my birthday."

That was March 27th.

Looking down at his watch, He Ziyan stated meticulously, "There are still 9:54:37 on the 13th."

Jiang Luo: ...

Speechless.

strangeness.

It's kind of cute too.

Jiang Luo couldn't bear to look any longer; she feared that if she looked any longer, her heart would melt into a puddle of water.

Turning her head to look out the window, she asked, "Where's Shi Yan? Why hasn't she come yet?"

"She went to get the VR glasses, she'll be down soon." Looking at her again, He Ziyan quietly leaned closer, full of anticipation: "Luo Luo, tonight..."

"Oh, tonight..." Jiang Luo adopted a posture, looked at the bright eyes across from her, and smiled slightly: "Shi Yan is staying at my house tonight. After we have lunch, you can leave after you take us back. Thank you."

He Ziyan said resentfully, "Why is she allowed to live in your house?"

Jiang Luo shrugged: "Because she didn't lie to me."

“…Oh.” He clenched his back teeth.

Upon receiving Luo Luo's message, Shi Yan rushed over with two VR glasses, as happy as a large moth about to take flight.

When she got back into the car, the two people in front of her were talking and smiling at each other.

They made up as expected.

President He wasn't exaggerating.

Mr. He is awesome!

My VIP treatment has been preserved!

While Shi Yan was basking in the joy of receiving a bag from her boss boyfriend and a VR headset from Luo Luo's "almost-boyfriend," Jiang Luo and He Ziyan were also indulging in their growing intimacy after their confession.

It was as if the vibrant spring had been locked inside his chest, an irrepressible excitement.

That already burgeoning passion seemed to be propelled forward, and began to grow wildly.

The two men stopped at the red light and smiled at each other when they saw pedestrians passing by.

Upon hearing Shi Yan say something amusing, the two exchanged a smile.

Occasionally, for no particular reason, the two of them would exchange a smile.

Pink bubbles floated between the two, and an ambiguous atmosphere swirled between them.

Upon arriving at the restaurant's parking spot, the two got out of the car and stood only an inch apart, their hands occasionally brushing against each other in a subtle, almost imperceptible touch.

Shi Yan seriously suspected that if it weren't for her, they would have gotten together, and she felt guilty.

This "preparing for a relationship" atmosphere was fully displayed during the meal.

"Luo Luo, try this."

"It's delicious, Ziyan, you should try this too."

"Not bad. Luo Luo..."

...

You say one thing, I say another, there's a back-and-forth exchange.

They would serve each other food, and once the food was in their bowls, they would look at each other with smiles, pause for three seconds, and then lower their heads and smile again.

Shi Yan remained steadfast on the front lines throughout these events, witnessing everything.

Since she had received a gift from them, she didn't ask any further questions. She simply glanced at them carefully while eating, and then inexplicably chuckled along.

Wow, it seems like you really have to watch other people date to see how they do it.

After lunch, He Ziyan escorted Jiang Luo and Shi Yan home.

The car moved slowly along the city's main road, with an average speed of less than 40 mph.

As they drove along the street, Jiang Luo had a fleeting feeling that the pedestrians on the side of the road were all moving faster than them.

Hengshui Street.

As Jiang Luo passed the street corner, she saw a street sign standing there.

This is not the way back to her house at all!

Before she could say anything, she immediately guessed He Ziyan's intentions.

I want to spend more time with her.

An hour had passed since the start of the journey. Shi Yan woke up from her sleep and asked groggily, "Aren't we there yet?"

Glancing back in the rearview mirror, I saw that Shi Yan was already fast asleep, sprawled out on her back.

Jiang Luo said helplessly, "It'll be soon."

Then, Shi Yan fell into a deep sleep again.

Seeing that He Ziyan was clearly glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, she asked softly, "Ziyan, my house has three rooms, or else..."

"good!"

Before Jiang Luo could finish speaking, He Ziyan hurriedly gave his answer.

"I'm sleeping with Shi Yan, so don't get any other ideas," Jiang Luo said sternly.

He Ziyan's worthless smile vanished: "Luo Luo, what kind of crooked idea are you talking about? I don't understand."

Jiang Luo: ...Keep pretending.

Within twenty minutes of finalizing He Ziyan's accommodation arrangements, they arrived at Jiang Luo's house.

Standing in the entryway, watching He Ziyan, who had already passed her and stepped into the living room, Shi Yan was momentarily lost in thought.

How come this is different from what we agreed on?

Why does she feel a tiny bit superfluous now?

“Luo Luo,” Shi Yan pulled Jiang Luo aside and asked in a low voice, “Is President He sleeping here tonight?”

As she spoke, her gaze remained fixed on He Ziyan, who was touring the living room.

When He Ziyan first arrived at Jiang Luo's house, he was extremely curious about everything.

Let's see what's in the display cabinet in the living room later.

I'll check what brand and model the TV is in a bit.

Right now, I'm observing the succulents next to the coffee table.

Ginger only grows on succulents.

Because succulents are resilient, they don't die easily.

For actors who can't stay home for long periods of time, succulents are the best choice.

“Yes,” Jiang Luo apologized to Shi Yan, “I’m sorry, it was a last-minute decision.”

"Are you... together?" Shi Yan squinted her eyes.

Jiang Luo shook her head, raised her hand to cover her lips, and whispered, "I can't let him win me over so easily. I need to make him try harder."

Shi Yan nodded in agreement, then gave a thumbs up.

Compared to He Ziyan's house, Jiang Luo's house was really not that big.

It's 130 square meters, in an older neighborhood within the first ring road, not in a school district, but the price is reasonable.

After deciding to stay in Chunxing, Jiang Luo started saving money. Excluding necessary expenses, she would put all her money into a special savings card until one day she found that she had enough money to buy a house, and then she would take it out and buy a house.

Her requirement for a house was not luxury, but simply to have a home in this vast city of Chunxing.

The house is decorated in a creamy style, with wallpaper in light green and blue, and soft shapes such as petals and clouds everywhere, making you feel as if you are outdoors bathed in sunlight.

He Ziyan toured every room, including the kitchen.

Jiang Luo felt slightly helpless as she watched his "carpet search" style of tour.

She once suspected that her eyes were He Ziyan's recording portal, and he was referring to them while mentally modeling her home.

After a long period of "getting used to the environment," the three of them found some games to play and laughed and joked around for two hours before ordering hot pot for dinner.

The steam from the hot pot rose high into the air, and Jiang Luo felt a momentary sense of unreality, as if she were dreaming.

In the past, when she returned home late at night after filming, she was always alone.

The room was pitch black. With the lights on, the living room was empty and so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A sense of loneliness filled the room, and every inch of the walls was stained with a snow-like solitude.

When she's hungry, she usually cooks herself a packet of instant noodles.

Back then, she rarely ordered takeout.

First, they were worried about revealing their address; second, they were afraid of bad people.