In the unknown century of Guangyuan, the unnamed galaxy achieved unification. To address population issues, a marriage matching system was developed, forcibly pairing people through data calculatio...
"No...can't we sleep together?"
Yu Zhen lowered his head and twisted his fingers. Although it was very impolite to push his luck like this, he was really scared. He was afraid of the dark and thunder.
"No." Zhou Siyu, hands on hips, righteously lectured Yu Zhen: "You're a father now, you need to be brave and overcome your fear..."
After some persuasion and education, Yu Zhen walked into the bedroom with red eyes, sat on the bed hugging a pillow and cried.
Waaaaah, thunder is so scary! Lin Gu, when are you coming back? If you don't come back soon, I'm going to get struck by lightning!
Zhou Siyu turned off the light, hugged the milk-scented steamed bun, and lay down in bed, the faint scent of citronella grass lingering in her nostrils.
The sofa was small, and it was difficult to even turn over while lying on it. Zhou Siyu pursed his lips, wondering how Yu Wei, who was about the same height as him, could sleep on it for two years.
Unable to fall asleep, Zhou Siyu started to think about the company's development over the past two years, but all she could think about were the moments she had spent with Yu Wei.
"hiss!"
Zhou Siyu threw off the covers and walked to the window. The cold wind mixed with rain lashed his face, making him more awake.
Influenced by Yu Wei, he has indeed changed a lot in the past two years.
Two years ago, he wouldn't have cared about Zhou Sijue's life or death, wouldn't have let Yu Zhen step into the house, and wouldn't have tolerated the steamed bun lying on the sofa. He wouldn't have expected a light to be left on for him, or someone to wait for him to come home, and he wouldn't have gotten used to having water and tea readily available.
"Yu Wei, you really are a troublesome fellow."
Habits are a terrible thing, like poison with honey. One sip is enough to make you unable to stop, and by the time you come to your senses, you find that you are already terminally ill and incurable. He must break these habits and get his life back on track.
Lonely, indifferent, and cold-hearted—that's who he is, that's who he should be.