"The original owner really did have a knack for comedy," she joked.

Zhao Yaya was still shaken and kept a great distance from the cabinet. "This isn't just funny, it's bizarre!"

"Still narcissistic." Chen Wenzhi walked into the room, glanced indifferently at the trinkets in the cabinet, his expression growing increasingly gloomy, and tossed down a few books.

Ying Qian took a closer look and was utterly astonished!

"The Self-Cultivation of a Handsome Man," "How to Become a Heartthrob"...

Zhao Yaya stepped forward to look, her laughter growing even more uncontrollable, until she couldn't stand up straight: "If I have the chance, I definitely want to meet this interesting young man."

Ying Qian flipped through the books.

Chen Wenzhi raised his hand to stop it, "There's nothing to see."

"Do you want to keep it to yourself, Chen Wenzhi?" she said deliberately, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

Chen Wenzhi's tone remained completely flat: "I don't need to be handsome, I don't need to be a heartthrob, I just need..."

He suddenly stopped, as if his mind had suddenly come to a realization, and his face flushed red.

Ying Qian playfully poked his soft cheek. "What do you want?"

He lowered his eyes, avoiding her touch, turned his back, and guiltily dared not look into her eyes, saying shyly and timidly, "Having you is enough for me..."

His ears turned bright red.

Ying Qian viciously poked the soft flesh on his waist.

"I'm not enough, Chen! What about your ambitions?"

Chen Wenzhi paused slightly, remained silent for a moment, then let out a soft laugh, "Ambition is also important."

She walked around to Chen Wenzhi's front and deliberately poked his cheek.

His well-defined knuckles took Ying Qian's hand in his, and he felt her hand twitch slightly. Without stopping, he controlled her fair and delicate hands to press and stroke her face.

"Touch it if you want. From now on, you'll have special privileges."

Zhao Yaya quietly took a photo.