Yu Xinyu's expression froze.

He originally intended to complain to Cen Yu to warn him to be careful of Lou Baichuan, but he didn't expect the other party to react this way.

But after hearing Cen Yu say, "I don't like him either," he felt a little relieved and put on the gentle smile that Cen Yu was familiar with. "I was just worried that he would deliberately ostracize you..."

It's alright, he'll just fake his death anyway.

Cen Yu glanced at Yu Xinyu's smiling face, then pondered the plot—

Lou Baichuan has now met Yu Xinyu and discovered that this strong and innocent girl is being manipulated by a scumbag, washing her clothes by hand every day and not even daring to turn on the washing machine. The heinous scumbag is also making cold and sarcastic remarks, constantly undermining this innocent girl's enthusiasm.

And Gao Lanyuan...

Cen Yu thought about it for a moment and felt that Gao Lanyuan's attitude was very ambiguous.

This person either has amnesia and can't recognize their senior at all, or their acting is so good that they didn't let the other person notice.

It seems like he wasn't surprised at all when he met Yu Xinyu.

Cen Yu decided to try and trick him tomorrow to see how he felt about Yu Xinyu.

After figuring this out, Cen Yu said impatiently to Yu Xinyu, "Don't block me, I'm going to sleep. If you're not tired, wash my clothes before you go to sleep."

Yu Xinyu's gaze lingered for a moment on Cen Yu's damp hair—

"Xiao Yu, let me dry your hair for you."

He looked at Cen Yu with concern, "Drinking alcohol is bad for your health."

Cen Yu hesitated for a moment.

"The new hairdryer is in my room," Yu Xinyu said gently to Cen Yu. "It'll dry your hair in no time. Would you like to come to my room?"

...In the original story, Cen Yu never went to Yu Xinyu's room.

His feelings for Yu Xinyu were very complicated.

Furthermore, in the original novel, Yu Xinyu almost never invited Cen Yu to her room.

Cen Yu was actually quite curious. He wondered if Yu Xinyu was really that love-struck. Even though scumbags were so cold and sarcastic, she could still be so devoted to him and never give up.

So he really only hesitated for a few seconds before slowly nodding.

Yu Xinyu's expression softened even more.

He took Cen Yu's hand and slowly led her towards his bedroom.

"Good boy/girl," he said softly.

"You can try my new bathrobe too."

...

Cen Yu's first impression upon entering Yu Xinyu's room was—

A drab, gray house.

Unlike Yu Xinyu's gentle appearance and her habit of wearing light-colored clothes.

The soft furnishings in Yu Xinyu's room were almost all in cool colors, with cement gray bedding and a wardrobe that took up an entire wall... Cen Yu watched as Yu Xinyu opened the wardrobe closest to her and took out a black silk robe.

The soft material makes it look very close to the body.

With its length reaching the calves, it almost eliminates the need for additional pajama pants.

Yu Xinyu handed the robe to Cen Yu, saying, "I read online that wearing this kind of silk robe can help with sleep."

He looked at Cen Yu expectantly, "Give it a try?"

Cen Yu took the silk robe. It was very soft to the touch and almost weightless. Just by touching it, she knew it would be very comfortable against her skin.

His towel was still draped over his shoulder, and just as he was about to put it aside, Yu Xinyu immediately took it from him.

"I'll hold it for you."

“…” Cen Yu coughed, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He originally intended to put it on directly, but perhaps because Yu Xinyu was really looking forward to seeing how he would look in the new robe, she stared at him intently, making him feel a strange pressure.

He wanted to turn his back, but felt that such a movement was too deliberate... Just then, he saw the dressing mirror in Yu Xinyu's bedroom.

He walked over as if he had been saved.

He looked at himself in the full-length mirror.

The gray sweatpants just covered a section of snake bone tattoo. She had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Her broad, flat shoulders gradually narrowed down her back muscles until they reached her waist, which was covered by the tattoo. Perhaps because her shoulders were broad and flat, Cen Yu's waist looked unusually thin.

It makes you want to measure it with your own hands.

His black hair, now wet, clung to his neck; the stark contrast of black and white added a touch of world-weariness to Cen Yu's cold expression.

After putting on his bathrobe, he immediately tightened the belt around his waist—

"That's not how it works."

Yu Xinyu's voice suddenly appeared.

Cen Yu looked up and realized that Yu Xinyu had walked up behind him at some point.

The room was covered with a thick, soft carpet with excellent sound absorption. In addition, Yu Xinyu's footsteps were very light, so she made almost no sound when she walked.

He appeared suddenly behind Cen Yu like a ghost.

He reached forward and grabbed the knot in Cen Yu's casually tied robe, easily untying the flimsy rope with a flick of his finger. Then, looking at Cen Yu in the mirror, he retied the robe's belt for him.

“This looks better.” Yu Xinyu’s gaze was fixed on Cen Yu in the mirror.

He wrapped his arms almost around Cen Yu's waist, but didn't touch him. He simply fastened Cen Yu's belt again, then withdrew his hands and stood behind Cen Yu.

He was already a bit taller than Cen Yu.

When he deliberately stopped putting on that submissive "little bird clinging to someone" demeanor, it became even more apparent that he was actually taller than Cen Yu.

Perhaps because of his mixed heritage, his frame was larger, and standing behind Cen Yu, he inexplicably gave Cen Yu a sense of silent oppression.

Cen Yu looked at the delicate knot that Yu Xinyu had tied, and at the smiling face of the other person in the mirror—

"It suits you so well, Xiao Yu."

Yu Xinyu looked at Cen Yu standing in front of her in the mirror.

His black hair was still dripping wet, and soon water droplets also appeared on the collar of his bathrobe—Yu Xinyu reached out and wiped the water droplets from Cen Yu's collar, "Shall I help you dry your hair first?"

He spoke gently to Cen Yu.

His gaze lingered on his bedroom for a moment. "I don't have a chair here."

"It'll be more convenient for you to sit on my bed."

Cen Yu glanced at the clean and tidy bed, and without hesitation, he was about to plop down on the edge of the bed when Yu Xinyu grabbed his arm.

"?" Is something wrong?

Cen Yu glanced at him.

"I just changed the sheets." Yu Xinyu looked a little embarrassed. He glanced at Cen Yu's gray lounge pants under his bathrobe. "Could you change these pants too?"

Cen Yu looked down at his pants.

He usually wears these pants when he sits in the living room watching TV or goes to the dining room to eat, so they're definitely not suitable for sitting on someone else's freshly changed bed sheets.

Besides, he was still wearing a bathrobe. Seeing this, Cen Yu didn't hesitate, simply tossed his pajamas onto the carpet, and then, still in his bathrobe, said to Yu Xinyu—

"Is that enough?"