Duan Ye talked for a long time but didn't hear Luo Qingyuan's reply. He turned around in confusion and met a pair of slightly red eyes.

Duan Ye's heart clenched for no apparent reason, and he quickly asked her, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Luo Qingyuan snapped out of her daze, rubbed her eyes, and said with a smile, "I don't know where the sand flew from, it splashed on me, it hurts a little."

Duan Ye was taken aback, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Where did it splash?"

Luo Qingyuan smiled and said, "Eyes."

Duan Ye stepped forward: "Let me see."

Luo Qingyuan laughed and dodged, walking ahead of Duan Ye: "It's okay, everything's fine now. Let's hurry up and find some sheets and blankets."

Duan Ye: "Are you really alright?"

Luo Qingyuan nodded: "I promise, I'm really fine."

Duan Ye was relieved and stepped forward to take Luo Qingyuan's hand, this time holding it even tighter.

Luo Qingyuan smiled and didn't say anything more, but she quietly walked side by side with Duan Ye.

The surrounding area was bustling with noise, but Luo Qingyuan felt her heart pounding.

Duan Ye couldn't help but smile slightly; he seemed to be losing control of his heart as well.

The more bustling and crowded the surroundings were, the more he felt that Luo Qingyuan should be by his side.

A middle-aged man walked towards them, and Duan Ye instinctively put his arm around Luo Qingyuan: "Let's go inside."

Luo Qingyuan smiled, a rare hint of girlish shyness in her eyes, and softly replied, "Okay."

While holding her hand, Duan Ye carefully selected bed sheets and quilts, and finally ordered a set that was good value for money and felt very soft to the touch.

The two then picked up a complete set of toiletries, paid for them, and took them home.

I got home around 8 p.m.

The potted plants and other plants they bought were still in the trunk, so the two of them carried them home together.

When they finally went up, only Luo Qingyuan was still holding today's spoils—red roses.

Back home, the two went to their respective doors, but as if they had thought of something, they turned around at the same time and their eyes met.

Duan Ye's palms were a little warm: "Um... I'll go make up Grandma's bed."

Luo Qingyuan: "Let me help you."

Duan Ye nodded: "Okay."

Actually, helping was secondary; Duan Ye just wanted to spend a little more time with Luo Qingyuan.

Luo Qingyuan put down the red rose in her hand and went into another room with Duan Ye. Together, they quickly made up the bed sheets and other items.

Despite Duan Ye's best efforts to slow down, the two of them still managed to tidy everything up in twenty minutes, including setting out toiletries and other necessities.

After doing all this, the two returned to their respective room doors.

They glanced at each other, both feeling a sweet warmth in their hearts.

Luo Qingyuan spoke first: "Well... goodnight."

Duan Ye nodded. In Luo Qingyuan's eyes, he looked like a well-behaved big wolfhound at that moment.

Duan Ye: "Goodnight, Sister Luo..."

After saying that, Duan Ye quickly opened the door, went into the room, closed the door, and locked it from the inside, all in one smooth motion.

Luo Qingyuan was left alone, somewhat stunned.

When Luo Qingyuan realized what Duan Ye meant by addressing her, she felt a warm feeling in her heart, and even a little... excited.

Then, Luo Qingyuan shook her head and smiled helplessly: "Good night, Aye."

In just a few days, Luo Qingyuan actually felt a sweet sensation.

No wonder people say that love can make people happy. Luo Qingyuan used to scoff at this statement, but now she believes it wholeheartedly.

But Duan Ye actually learned to lock the door from the inside tonight?

Luo Qingyuan glanced at Duan Ye's room and murmured, "Sooner or later, I'll make you willingly open your door."

After saying that, Luo Qingyuan went back to her bedroom to wash up.

Monday, 7:00 AM.

Luo Qingyuan and Duan Ye rubbed their sleepy eyes as they came out of the bedroom at the same time. Noticing each other, they both opened their eyes and looked at each other.

Luo Qingyuan waved: "Good morning!"

Duan Ye: "Good morning!"

Luo Qingyuan walked straight over and poured water: "Are you out for a drink of water too?"

Duan Ye nodded: "Yes, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. It's too hot at night if we don't turn on the air conditioner, but it's too cold if we do."

Luo Qingyuan smiled and poured him a glass of water: "Indeed, summer is coming soon."

Duan Ye gulped down a glass of water, and Luo Qingyuan asked him, "Want some more?"

Duan Ye shook his head, just about to go back to wash up, when he turned around and saw the red roses in the vase, which was placed in a transparent vase on the coffee table.

The morning light streamed in through the window, like a filter being applied to the roses.

Duan Ye wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the roses had grown bigger and looked better.

Luo Qingyuan walked over and patted his shoulder: "The roses are beautiful, thank you."

When Duan Ye turned to look at Luo Qingyuan, Luo Qingyuan was already rubbing her head and preparing to go back to her room to tidy up.

Duan Ye: "Um..."

As soon as Duan Ye spoke, Luo Qingyuan stopped and turned around to ask him, "What's wrong?"

Duan Ye: "Should we go pick up Grandma? Didn't you say she was coming today?"

Luo Qingyuan smiled and said, "Someone brought her here, so don't worry."

Duan Ye: "Did you give her our house key? We all have to go to work, don't let Grandma get locked out later."

No sooner had Duan Ye finished speaking than the doorbell rang.

Luo Qingyuan and Duan Ye exchanged a glance.

Duan Ye asked nervously, "Could it be Grandma?"

Duan Ye hadn't forgotten the misunderstanding he'd had with Luo Qingyuan's mother in this room.

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