Cen Yu went over the plot with the system again in the bathroom before leaving.

He was wearing the pajamas that Yu Xinyu had handed him, his jet-black hair was still wet, and a few strands of hair fell right over the beauty mark under his eye.

Cen Yu walked into the living room and saw Yu Xinyu still sitting on a small stool, blushing as she washed her clothes...

This made him feel a little embarrassed.

He coughed, walked over and glanced at the shirt in the basin. "Forget it, how long are you going to keep scrubbing like this?" He squatted down and threw the rest of the clothes into the washing machine. "Let's just wash them in the washing machine."

"But remember this, don't do it again!"

"Husband!" Yu Xinyu sat on a small stool, her hands still in the cold water. Seeing that Cen Yu cared about her so much and wouldn't let her do the laundry, she was immediately moved to tears.

“I know you love me the most!” he said to Cen Yu, moved. “It’s okay, honey. I will definitely hand wash your clothes every day from now on.”

"..." Cen Yu really wanted to complain.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back down.

He looked at Yu Xinyu silently for a few seconds, then said, "Whatever makes you happy."

"Okay!" Yu Xinyu nodded, then stood up from the small stool.

He casually wiped his hands on his ridiculously expensive clothes that couldn't be machine washed, then came to Cen Yu's side. "Honey, let me blow-dry your hair~"

Cen Yu saw that Yu Xinyu's eyes were sparkling, as if she was looking forward to this very much.

In the end, he didn't say he would just dry his hair himself, but tacitly approved of the other person's actions.

So Yu Xinyu happily took Cen Yu's hand and led him to the sofa in the living room. He gestured for Cen Yu to sit down on the sofa and then brought out a hair dryer himself.

"My husband really can't live without me..." Yu Xinyu muttered to herself, "He can't even blow-dry his own hair anymore."

Cen Yu really wanted to ask, "So, did some savage blow-dry your hair when you were on a business trip?!"

He was internally ranting and raving.

But on the surface, he still looked tired and leaned back on the sofa.

His neck was stuck on the edge of the sofa, and he tilted his head back, letting Yu Xinyu blow-dry his wet hair.

Yu Xinyu held a hairdryer and ran his fingers through Cen Yu's hair, which was still damp from his shower. He slowly combed through Cen Yu's hair from root to root... Cen Yu's hair was extremely dark, which, combined with his pale skin and indifferent face, gave him the look of someone from a painting.

His fingers gently massaged Cen Yu's scalp. "Let me massage your scalp; this will help relieve your headache."

“…Hmm.” Cen Yu hummed in response.

Yu Xinyu gazed greedily at Cen Yu's face.

His gaze fell on Cen Yu's high, straight nose, his long eyelashes, and the two beauty marks under his eyes.

He stretched out his finger and traced the location of the two beauty marks in the air, thinking that Cen Yu was handsome no matter where he looked... He gently combed Cen Yu's black hair, and then took out a hairdryer to slowly dry his hair.

His damp hair slowly dried under the hot air and the touch of his fingers.

It gradually became soft, like a cat that had been carefully cared for, with glossy, smooth fur that everyone who saw it would praise.

He still remembered the first time he met Cen Yu. The other person's hair was cut very short and looked a bit messy because it wasn't styled properly.

He was wearing the simplest sportswear, and there were some bruises on his cheeks.

The two beauty marks under his eyes made him remember him at first glance.

He watched as Cen Yu's skin gradually regained its pale white color under his care, and her black hair was no longer dry and messy. He felt very satisfied.

The high-powered hair dryer dried Cen Yu's hair very quickly, and in no time, Cen Yu's wet hair was completely dry.

Yu Xinyu looked at all this with some regret, but still put down the hair dryer.

After drying his hair, Cen Yu's head became fluffy, and he lost his previous indifference, becoming more gentle.

Yu Xinyu looked down for a while, and finally reached out and pinched Cen Yu's earlobe. "Okay, your hair is all dry."

Cen Yu, who was half asleep, was instantly awakened by Yu Xinyu's words.

"I'm going to sleep now, I have to go to work tomorrow."

He stood up and walked towards his bedroom without looking back.

When they were halfway there, he looked at Yu Xinyu standing behind the sofa and finally couldn't help but say, "You should go to sleep early too, don't worry about your clothes."

...

As soon as Cen Yu entered the room, he felt his head spinning again.

It seems that the slight fever I had earlier has gotten worse because of taking a bath and staying in the living room in my pajamas.

It's quite amazing, actually.

Although Yu Xinyu and Cen Yu lived together, they actually slept in separate rooms.

Because same-sex marriage is normal in this world, Cen Yu's response was, "Before we get married, I can't bear to touch you."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xinyu was immediately moved to tears, and so the two became roommates in a certain sense—no, they were more like a landlord and a farmhand.

Cen Yu had been holding back from saying he had a fever because if he did, Yu Xinyu would definitely be on high alert and call an ambulance to take him to the hospital.

Cen Yu is the type of person who avoids going to the hospital if possible; besides, for him, taking some fever-reducing medicine is enough for a fever.

What's the big deal about that...?

Thinking of this, he poured himself another glass of warm water and then sank into the soft bed.

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