Zhou Ziyi poured water for Chu Ling and Yan Xiuzhi, then seeing that they both looked serious, he slipped upstairs on the pretext of taking a shower.

He had originally planned to give Chu Ling a gift, but given the current situation, it would be tactful for him to quietly leave!

He went upstairs to pack his luggage for a while, and suddenly remembered something, so he sent another message to Yan Xiuji: [Brother, I really took a shower at your place, didn’t I?]

Yan Xiuji replied: [Yes.]

Seeing him tapping his phone in front of her, Chu Ling asked, "Are you busy with business as soon as you get back?"

Yan Xiuji felt familiar with what he said: "No, it's Zhou Ziyi."

Chu Ling asked, "You're sending messages to people upstairs and downstairs? So polite?"

"He said he wanted to take a shower... He was afraid that it would be impolite to wear pajamas if he had to go downstairs later." Mr. Yan's mind was really fast, "He asked me if I wanted to go downstairs."

"Take a shower. Why go downstairs? Go to bed early." Chu Ling said, "You too, go to bed first. Don't you have to go to the hospital tomorrow morning?"

Yan Xiuji nodded: "Then you should also go to bed early. The housekeeping changed the four-piece set of the guest bedroom a few days ago, but Zhou Ziyi's things are also in it. Let's deal with it tonight, and let the housekeeping help you clean up the other guest bedroom tomorrow. Don't worry about what my father said, he won't succeed. Just relax here and let go of your anger."

"Okay." Chu Ling said, "Don't worry about me, just do your thing. Do you have any medicine for your eyes? You still have to remember to apply it."

Mr. Yan, who had been tormented by the medication for two days, said: "...I'll do it after I take a shower."

***

Yan Xiuzhi made sure that his biological mother had everything she needed downstairs before going upstairs.

Zhou Ziyi had just finished taking a shower, and Yan Xiuji happened to see him coming out of the bathroom. To be honest, seeing someone in his bedroom taking a shower, wearing pajamas and drying his hair, President Yan felt very complicated.

Originally, they had thought of a contract marriage, just getting married but not sleeping together. But now, plans can't keep up with changes, and Yan Xiuji has to go to the stage every time he goes home.

"Brother, why are you standing there?"

Zhou Ziyi saw him enter the room and didn't move, and asked in confusion: "Did you forget something?"

"...No." Yan Xiuji saw him wiping his hair and making a bird's nest, and said, "Isn't there a hair dryer in the bathroom?"

"Ah?" Zhou Ziyi was confused. "Where?"

Yan Xiuji took him into the bathroom to see. After entering the bathroom, Yan Xiuji discovered that Zhou Ziyi even mopped the bathroom floor after taking a shower.

"…The hair dryer is here." Yan Xiuji opened the mirror cabinet. "The power button is here."

"Oh, oh, oh! I didn't know there was a space here." Zhou Ziyi put away his electric toothbrush, razor and other small items and placed them together with Yan Xiuji's. Yan Xiuji was stunned for a moment, and Zhou Ziyi noticed his movement: "Can't I put it here?"

In fact, this is already a very private place, but Yan Xiuji thought about it and it seemed that there was nothing he couldn't accept: "Okay."

"Thank you, brother!" Zhou Ziyi smiled at him, then picked up the hair dryer and studied it. "Wow, this is the water ion type that was so popular a few years ago. It's said that it makes hair smoother after it's blown out?"

Mr. Yan with short hair: “…I don’t feel anything.”

"Hey, the more expensive the electronic product, the more convenient it is without people noticing it." Zhou Ziyi blinked, "Are you in a hurry to take a shower? Can I blow-dry my hair now?"

"You blow it." Yan Xiuji paused, then said, "You don't need to mop the floor after taking a shower, just turn it on to dry. It's designed to be free of water in 20 minutes."

"Technology changes life, I see." Zhou Ziyi smiled, "Is Auntie done with it? Do you want to make another guest bedroom for her?"

Yan Xiuji took a look at his hair and said, "Come out and talk after you finish blowing it."

"OK!"

***

As a result, not only did Zhou Ziyi blow dry her hair, but Yan Xiuji also had to take a shower before the two of them discussed Chu Ling's matter.

We didn't sit face to face, but just lay on each other's knees with pillows on them, chatting while washing our eyes.

Seven days ago, if someone had told Yan Xiu Ji that he would be lying on Zhou Ziyi's lap in his pajamas, with both of them lying on the big bed in the master bedroom covered with a wedding quilt, Yan Xiu Ji would have definitely found it ridiculous.

But right now, reality is so magical.

Yan Xiuji hesitated, but Zhou Ziyi sat at the end of the bed naturally, laying out a bath towel and holding eyewash, waiting for someone as usual, as if he was still on an island. If Yan Xiuji hesitated for two more seconds, Zhou Ziyi would still look at him blankly: "Boss Yan, what's wrong?"

Mr. Yan had only one feeling: one wrong step leads to every wrong step.

But in the end, Mr. Yan still lay down.

Lying on her own bed, touching the red wedding quilt, there was a person in pajamas looking at her from above and laughing: "What's the matter?"

"...Nothing." Although he had washed his eyes several times, Yan Xiu Ji felt it was even weirder than the first time.

Perhaps it was because he was outside before, but now he was in his most private place.

Zhou Ziyi sat on his bed, like an animal that had entered a wild beast's lair. Although he was an outsider, the young man was wearing pajamas, looking relaxed, and even taking charge of some things. He seemed to treat this lair as his own home, and his attitude was natural.

Yan Xiuzhi subconsciously became tense because of the outsider "invading his territory", but he had to accept him and live with him.

In nature, some wild animals can only tolerate their partners entering their private areas.

Now, Yan Xiuzhi is going to live in the same room with his legal partner.

As he thought about these things, his eyes could not help but look at the young man's face. Zhou Ziyi had just wiped off the eyewash that had flowed down his cheeks when he suddenly realized that he was staring at him in a daze. He said with a smile, "Brother, am I particularly good-looking today or am I particularly weird? Why do you keep staring at me in a daze?"

"...Nothing." Yan Xiuji came back to his senses and said, "Didn't you want to ask me a question before? Ask it."

"Oh. I just want to ask, how should I receive Auntie?" Zhou Ziyi asked, "Does she have any special habits that I need to pay attention to?"

"Nothing." Yan Xiuji understood his worries, "My mother said not to worry about her, just do what you need to do."

"How is that possible, brother!...Don't blink." Zhou Ziyi pressed the man's eyes and slowly washed them again. "Have you ever seen a TV drama? When the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law say 'whatever', that's the scariest moment!"

"Hmm?" Yan Xiuji tried to open his eyes, but his attention was drawn to Zhou Ziyi's description, "'Daughter-in-law'?"

"Hey, it's just a metaphor." Zhou Ziyi said, "You should at least tell me what Auntie likes to eat, right? I can tell Auntie Wang tomorrow. Oh, and I have to coordinate my testimony with Auntie Wang, otherwise she'll let it slip in front of your mother."

As he spoke, he gently wiped the eyewash off Yan Xiuji. Yan Xiuji closed his eyes and said, "Just tell Aunt Wang that my mom is here, so you need to clean up the other guest bedroom for her to sleep in... I'll be home tomorrow too, I'll tell her."

Zhou Ziyi said: "But the fact that we sleep in different rooms..."

"Don't worry about her for now." Yan Xiuji said, "If my mother finds out, just tell her that we need to keep our private space and don't have to sleep together."

Zhou Ziyi said, "Huh? I thought you were going to say that we slept in separate rooms before the wedding, but now that the wedding is over, we're sharing a room."

Yan Xiuji opened his eyes and looked at him: "If you say that, how are you going to go back to sleep after my mom leaves?"

"...Well, that's right." Zhou Ziyi began to put eye drops in his eyes. "But, is Auntie the kind of person who agrees to live together but sleep in different beds? I thought Auntie would think that this means emotional incompatibility..."

Yan Xiuji sneered: "She has come to my house, do you still think she cares whether we are separated or not?"

"Uh..." Zhou Ziyi put in the eye drops and then changed to ointment, "I don't know if it's inconvenient for us to ask..."

"What do you want to ask?"

"That's right. This time when Auntie comes over, I will try not to mention your father in front of her, right?" Zhou Ziyi asked, "Is there anything else I can't mention?"

"It's not that strict, just treat it normally." Yan Xiuji said, "But this time it's better not to mention my dad."

"...I feel like I'm getting closer to the secrets of a wealthy family." Zhou Ziyi finished applying the ointment and sighed, "I won't ask anymore. Knowing too much is not a good thing. I know."

Yan Xiuji opened his eyes and looked at him: "Don't read those nonsense."

"Hahaha, am I not just learning about the life of a wealthy family?" Zhou Ziyi said, "After all, I can't embarrass President Yan."

"Being a normal person means you won't be ashamed." Yan Xiuji stood up and sat at the end of the bed with Zhou Ziyi. He rakes his hair uncomfortably. "In short, just be natural. Don't be too nervous."

"Fortunately you will be home tomorrow, brother, I still have one day to buffer." Zhou Ziyi said, and then his body tilted and fell on Yan Xiuji, "What will I do without you?"

President Yan was hit hard on the shoulder by the young man. He was startled, but at least he didn't move away immediately. He just frowned and said, "Sit down!"

"I'm so tired, let me rest for a while, you've hit me twice." Zhou Ziyi said, "It's hard enough to take such a long flight back home, and I have to continue filming tomorrow, it's too challenging..."

His head rested on Yan Xiuji's shoulder, and the vibrations from his words were transmitted to Yan Xiuji, and the scent of shampoo from the ends of his hair also surrounded the man's nose. Obviously, they both used the same shampoo, but for some reason, Yan Xiuji felt that the smell was a little different from what he was familiar with before.

Mr. Yan pinched his fingers, the balance in his heart swinging back and forth between "push away" and "not push away".

Zhou Ziyi leaned in naturally: "Brother, should I sleep on the floor in your room?"

Yan Xiuji was stunned: "Why?"

"Ah?" Zhou Ziyi raised his head and turned to look at Yan Xiuji, "Can I get on your bed?"

"Be careful what you say." Yan Xiuji paused, then said, "My bed is two meters wide. Can't it accommodate two people?"

"Really? I thought you wouldn't let me sleep up there." Zhou Ziyi rested his chin lightly on Yan Xiuji's left shoulder and smiled at him, "Thank you, brother!"

Yan Xiuzhi looked at his curved smiling eyes from a close distance and felt that the place where they touched seemed to be getting hot, and the heat was even spreading.

There was even a trace of heat that spread to his heart, causing his heart to beat twice.

President Yan couldn't bear it any longer, so he raised his right hand, pressed Zhou Ziyi's forehead and pushed him away.

"Stop it, go to sleep!"