She pointed at Nan Cen in amazement, saying "you, you, you" for a long time but couldn't utter a word. She just thought Nan Cen was crazy.

The young man stretched out his body and leaned on the sofa.

Smiling brightly, "What do you want to eat tonight, sister?"

Xihe...she felt that she couldn't match his skill of acting as if nothing had happened.

Nan Cen stood up, stretched, and walked towards the kitchen: "Let's make steamed fish."

He was busy in the kitchen freely, from which came the sound of water splashing and the sizzling sound of oil being poured into the pot.

Xihe looked at it for a while and went straight back to the study.

The computer in the study was still on, and the Penguin ID was flashing, indicating a message was coming.

She clicked on it and found that it was Zhang's mother asking her if she wanted to go home for National Day.

Xihe thought about it and decided to go back.

She didn't tell Nan Cen about this and planned to avoid him for a while.

After that, the days passed uneventfully, but Xihe discovered that Nan Cen's little tricks were increasing. She would often lock her waist or hold his hand.

She told him to live in the school, but he ended up signing up for day study in advance.

Xihe was speechless and helpless, but she couldn't bear to hurt him, so when the National Day came, she slipped away while he was not at home.

In recent years, she has paid for her family to go out and have fun during festivals.

Every year, they would send a fixed amount of money, neither too large nor too small. Zhang's father and mother would walk with a rosy face, and wherever they went, they would say that their daughter had made great progress, which made everyone envious.

I wish this filial and capable daughter was my own.

As soon as he got home, Xihe was warmly welcomed.

Mother Zhang was busy running around, smiling kindly, asking her if she was thirsty or hungry, and little brother Zhang was also like a lackey, serving her tea and water.

Zhang Xiaodi is now in the first year of high school.

He has good grades and although he is not as good-looking as the original owner, he is also a sunny boy.

"Sister, why didn't Brother Nan Cen come?" Little Brother Zhang asked in confusion.

"Why don't people celebrate the holidays with their families? Why are you coming here?" Mother Zhang smiled and cut a plate of fruit and placed it in front of Xihe, motioning her to eat more.

"But hasn't he always been with me..."

"Have you finished your homework?" Xihe interrupted him directly.

"That's right, go back and do your homework quickly. All you do is play around all day. Learn from your sister." Mother Zhang responded immediately.

Little Brother Zhang...

He looked at his sister aggrievedly, wondering why she wasn't allowed to speak. Every time he called her, he could hear Brother Nan Cen's voice.

Xihe narrowed his eyes and signaled with his eyes: Do you believe that I will deduct your pocket money?

Zhang Xiaodi instantly became timid.

After dinner in the evening, Xihe went straight back to the house.

The Zhang family's house has been renovated in a fresh style, with white wallpaper, a pink floral quilt, a pot of green plants on the table, and the original owner's books next to it.

Xihe walked over, picked up a novel, and started reading while lying on the bed.

A cool breeze blew in from the window. Soon, the book in her hand became heavier and heavier, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Xihe was woken up by suffocation in the middle of the night.

Her mind was in a fuss, her lips were bitten, and she was dazed with anger and her whole body was limp like a puddle of mud.

"Let go, let me go."

She reached out to push, but her hands were twisted and controlled above her head, the hem of her skirt was lifted up, and she finally woke up.

"Nan Cen!"

The two of them had lived together for so long, so Xihe was of course familiar with the smell of him.

It has the elegant and clean smell of spring water and the breath of nature.

But Xihe really didn't expect that this guy not only found her quickly, but now he dared to be so presumptuous and bold.