"I don't like her. I like everything you like to eat. I'm not picky about food, but I prefer spicy food. I like to warm up before going to bed, and I sleep more comfortably after exercise. I never let anyone touch my armpits because I'm ticklish. I like to put on my left hand first when I get dressed. It's a habit.

I once fell down when I was naughty when I was a child. Every time I finish a mission, I have the habit of smoking a cigarette, but I am not addicted to smoking.

You don't need to understand me, I will tell you all my habits. You don't need to learn about me from others, I will tell you everything. ”

As Shen Liwu listened to Zhou Yanjing talking about his habits and preferences word by word, the inexplicable sour feeling in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a warm sense of security.

Her fingers gently climbed up his back, feeling his strong heartbeat, as if every beat told him how much he cherished her.

"So you're so ticklish." Her voice was filled with laughter, the corners of her eyes curved into crescents, and she raised her hand and gently poked his armpit.

Zhou Yanjing's body froze, and he subconsciously dodged, with an embarrassed look on his face, "Wuwu, stop it."

She smiled brightly and charmingly. She didn't mention what he said, but she kept it in her heart.

She took the wild chrysanthemum from his hand, fiddled with it with her fingers, and raised a playful smile, "Let me tell you a story. A long time ago, a man gave a rose to a woman. The girl kissed the boy happily, and suddenly the boy ran away. Do you know what he did?"

"I don't know." Zhou Yanjing shook his head helplessly, his eyes still glued to her face, as if he could never see enough.

"Perfunctory." Shen Liwu turned around. This person didn't even answer her question properly.

Zhou Yanjing put his arms around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you like roses?"

Shen Liwu touched the wild chrysanthemum in his hand and shook his head: “I don’t like it.”

After a while she said again: "I like wild chrysanthemums."

Because its flower language is silent and dedicated love.

Wild chrysanthemums often bloom alone in fields, wastelands, and mountains, symbolizing silent devotion and uncomplaining love, and they represent a kind of unrequited love.

Although wild chrysanthemums are not as noble as roses, she just likes the plain wild chrysanthemums.

…

When it was time to go to work, Zhou Yanjing opened the door from the lounge and her eyes met with the man.

Chen Yichu glanced at Zhou Yanjing and then turned his sight away and walked forward. Zhou Yanjing looked at him and remembered this man.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Liwu came out and saw that Zhou Yanjing's face looked strange. She followed his gaze and looked at Zhou Yanjing. Wasn't this the man who mocked her when she was performing surgery on the little girl?

Does he live here too?

Shen Liwu's eyes followed Chen Yichu's back, and his brows knitted slightly. Zhou Yanjing noticed her strangeness and asked in a low voice: "Do you know that person?"

"I guess so." Shen Liwu retracted his gaze and said in a flat tone, "I was performing surgery on a little girl before, and he said a few unpleasant words to the side."

Zhou Yanjing's eyes darkened, with a hint of coldness between his brows. "What did he say?"

Shen Liwu shook his head, forcing a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Nothing, just some insignificant sarcastic remarks."

Zhou Yanjing did not ask any more questions, but his eyes were still fixed on the direction where Chen Yichu left, until the figure completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

His palm gently rested on Chen Liwu's shoulder, and his voice was low but firm, "Pay attention to this person. I think he is sneaky and his eyes are a little strange."