Early in the morning, the air was filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

Ying Qian opened her eyes, but the glaring light made her close them again. She got out of bed with her eyes closed and groped around until she found the mirror. Only then did she open her eyes and admire her reflection with her hair sticking up in the air.

A full-length mirror was by the door. Her vision was blurry, but she could focus on her fairly fair face and her well-proportioned figure, neither too fat nor too thin. She pinched the flesh of her cheek.

"..."

From the dazzling array of clothes in her wardrobe, she used a sophisticated method of selecting a floral sundress, and stared at herself in the mirror for a moment, stunned.

"Ah! Another day of being so beautiful I could cry!" she exclaimed as she pushed open the door.

Just then, the door across the hall opened. Chen Wenzhi, tall and straight, yawning, his hair in a mess, was staring blankly at the doorknob, one of the cuffs of his pajamas even rolled up.

The cool air in the room wafted out from behind him.

The two looked at each other uncertainly for a second, both thinking they had acted too fast and were just hallucinating!

It must be a hallucination!

Ying Qian closed the door, then reopened it, and Chen Wenzhi did the same.

She tilted her head, then suddenly realized what was happening and apologized for her drowsiness, saying, "I'm sorry! I was still half asleep!"

"It's nothing." His voice was drowsy and lazy. "I was confused too."

Before he could react, Ying Qian rushed into the bathroom to wash up.

Chen Wenzhi went back to bed and lay down until she came out.

"Are we going out today?" Chen Wenzhi rubbed his eyes and headed to the restroom.

"I haven't decided yet, what's wrong?" She threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine and was adding laundry detergent when she was caught off guard by his question. She turned around and glanced at him.

Presumably he didn't hear her, Ying Qian buried herself in her own work.

"Ying Qian, what's for breakfast?" He squinted his phoenix eyes and helped water the cactus on the balcony.

Ying Qian said, "Eat whatever you want."

He didn't answer, focusing intently on pulling out the thorns.

What?

What is he doing? Ying Qian rubbed her eyes. Chen Wenzhi's handsome face was close to the cactus in the corner of the balcony, his fingers carefully pulling out the thorns from the cactus.

He squatted there quietly, like a painting in the sunlight.

Seeing that he didn't react, Ying Qian thought he was doing it on purpose, so she twisted her waist fiercely and leaned close to his ear, shouting loudly, "We're having fried rice for breakfast—"

He was already squatting, and when he was yelled at, his center of gravity suddenly shifted, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

Ying Qian looked at his innocent face and couldn't help but laugh.

She smiled and helped him up. Chen Wenzhi scratched his head, his eyes still squinting, revealing a somewhat dazed look. His voice was unusually cold: "I wasn't wearing my glasses, so my hearing was affected. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she replied instinctively.

He had just stood up and wanted to rest for a while. He turned his head to look downstairs. Downstairs was his own little garden, where roses were in full bloom. He didn't know why the roses seemed to bloom all year round.

As he pondered the underlying principle, he suddenly felt a cool sensation on the bridge of his nose. He reached out and grabbed Ying Qian's wrist, but his eyes quickly caught her slightly furrowed brows, so he let go.

She meant well; she went to find Chen Wenzhi's glasses and put them on him herself.

"..." Chen Wenzhi was stunned. The face in front of him gradually became brighter and clearer. A slight smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes remained fixed. "Thank you."

Ying Qian turned around and went back to the living room, where she sat on the sofa and started playing on her phone.

He clenched his fist, and sunlight streamed into the room, leaving Ying Qian in the shadows.

He watered all the flowers on the balcony, then poured Ying Qian a glass of water. "Aren't you going to cook?"

His tall figure loomed over her, but Ying Qian remained unmoved. She glanced towards the kitchen, a smile plastered on her face, and said, "I've decided not to have fried rice. Let's have mooncakes instead!"

"Okay." He saw that Ying Qian didn't seem inclined to move.

Without complaint, he took a few mooncakes from the gift box and several from the refrigerator to the coffee table, pointed to a pile of mooncakes and asked, "You can choose first."

“Staring at your phone all the time is bad for your eyes,” he said. “If you keep doing this, you’ll end up like me.”

After saying that, he went straight over and took the phone she was holding like a precious treasure, and put it aside.

"Hello!"

He didn't pry into Ying Qian's privacy and simply turned off the screen.

Ying Qian sat cross-legged on the sofa, leaning forward slightly, and could touch the mooncake.

She swallowed hard; actually, she wanted something hot...

Chen Wenzhi took a five-nut mooncake, made by his grandmother. He opened it, took a bite, and his expression didn't change. Seeing her hesitant and somewhat resistant look, he sighed, took the mooncake, and went to the kitchen.

What are you doing?

With half a mooncake in his mouth, he mumbled, "I'll make you fried rice!"

He found a large bowl of leftover rice in the refrigerator and started heating oil in a wok.

Ying Qian got up and ran to the kitchen. She watched as he put on his apron, his movements incredibly skillful. To her surprise, Chen Wenzhi actually knew where the leftovers were...

She thought to herself: How come he knows this house better than I do!

She instantly became a fangirl.

"Wow!" She cleared her throat and said in an affected voice, "Brother Wenzhi is so awesome~"

Chen Wenzhi smiled helplessly, glanced back at her, and his eyes seemed to say, "Stop messing around."

Ying Qian approached him from behind. He felt it, and his body froze instantly. His hands also stiffened for a moment, but he quickly recovered, though his heart was pounding wildly.

She went to the side and poured herself another glass of water, quite naturally.

His expression betrayed a hint of disappointment in Ying Qian.

Strange, he's really strange.

Chen Wenzhi is a very good cook. His fried rice is golden brown and topped with shredded ham and carrots. It's a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate. Ying Qian hasn't had a breakfast like this in a long time.

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