(?′ 3`)? One hour later.

The still dimly lit room returned to silence.

The two young lovers, embracing each other, each had their own thoughts.

Zong Jia couldn't understand why his dear girlfriend had so many tricks up her sleeve.

Jiang Xiaoli didn't understand why her dear boyfriend was like a perpetual motion machine.

She was like a fish stranded on the shore, starving. "Ayu, I'm so hungry!"

Zong Jia tidied her disheveled hair, then reached for a bottle of water on the bedside table, opened it, and handed it to her.

"Dinner's been cold for ages. I'll call and order again. Wait a minute, have some water first."

After replenishing her fluids, Jiang Xiaoli started complaining again.

"Ayu, my knee hurts, can you rub it for me?"

"Ayu, my back hurts..."

"Ayu, why is my voice hoarse..."

Zongjia patiently fulfilled her requests one by one.

Finally, the room attendant brought the meal.

The person who was feeling sore and achy all over just now.

She slipped on her bathrobe, rolled out of bed, and ate her meal in one smooth motion.

Zong Jiayu was so angry he laughed.

He reached out and pinched her little nose. "So you were just deliberately messing with me, weren't you?"

Jiang Xiaoli had her own theory: "Usually, men are very obedient at the beginning, but become indifferent afterward. I was just testing you."

Zong Jia chuckled, "Alright, alright, you always have so many excuses!"

Feeling lazy after dinner, she moved back to her base camp—the bed.

Zong Jiayu came over and pinched her rosy cheeks. "Little Pear, take a bath before you go to sleep."

She grumbled and complained, "I'm so tired!"

Zong Jia tried to persuade him again, but to no avail.

He simply took matters into his own hands, peeled the little girl, who had wrapped herself up like a silkworm, out of the blanket, and carried her to the bathroom.

"Okay, I don't want to move. Didn't I already wash in the middle?" she tried to struggle.

Zong Jia patted her bottom and said, "Behave yourself."

She fell silent instantly, then muttered to herself, "Ayu, Brother Yuan misjudged you."

He didn't react immediately, "What? You misread it?"

Jiang Xiaoli mumbled, "Little pervert."

Zong Jia laid a bath towel on the toilet for her to sit on, then turned around and filled the bathtub with water.

"I told you to behave, or you'll regret it, did you listen?"

She squeaked like a chicken with its neck stuck, pouting and muttering, "Ayu, you liar, it's only been a short time and you're already being so mean to me."

Zong Jiayu turned around and flicked her pouting lower lip, "Trying to cheat here, huh?"

Seeing that she didn't respond, he chuckled, turned around, tested the water temperature in the bathtub, and then placed her in the bathtub like he was holding a child.

She reached out and splashed water on him, saying, "I'll wash myself!"

Zong Jia used a large hand to control both of her wrists. "Little Pear, today is my birthday, and you are my gift."

Jiang Xiaoli sighed softly.

He narrowed his handsome eyes. "Little Pear, are you regretting it?"

She shook her head. "This is a tragic story of trying to do *that* but ending up being *that* done."

Zong Jiayu actually understood what she meant.

He released her hands, lowered his head, and left a gentle kiss on her lips. "Little Pear, I was going to wait a little longer, but you offered yourself to me."

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ayu, I don't regret it. I just objected to the idea of ​​taking the initiative."

Zong Jia chuckled twice, then the gentle kiss turned passionate.

That night, Jiang Xiaoli was forced to answer the same question many times.

"Little Pear, do you want more?"

"Hmm...yes."

"Hehe, I respected your opinion."

...

On the plane back to Kyoto, Jiang Xiaoli had a dark expression the entire time.

Zong Jiayu, on the other hand, looked quite pleased with himself.

Back home, Jiang Xiaoli decisively locked her awful boyfriend out of the house.

Aunt Zhang finished cooking dinner and said, "Xiao Zong, you can go across the street and call Xiao Li over for dinner."

Zong Jia gave Zhong Yuan a look, "Da Yuan, go and call Xiao Lizi for me."

Zhong Yuan reacted as if he'd heard some rare news, "Oh, the young couple had a fight?"

"That's not true," Zong Jiayu denied.

Zhong Yuan pressed for details, "Then why didn't you go and call someone?"

Zong Jia tried to entice her, saying, "Go and call her over; I'll give you the motorcycle you like."

"You should have said so earlier! I'm coming!"

Zhong Yuan knocked on the door, "Little Pear, Little Pear, dinner's ready! Aunt Zhang made all your favorite dishes today!"

A voice came from inside the door, "What dishes do you have?"

Zhong Yuan began reciting the names of the dishes with a rhythmic and expressive tone.

Jiang Xiaoli rubbed her rumbling stomach and suddenly felt a little disgusted with the self-heating hot pot.

She then asked, "What about Zong Jiayu?"

Tsk tsk, they're even using your full name now, looks like the problem is a bit serious!

Zhong Yuan was very considerate of his brother, saying, "What right does a sinner like him have to eat? This food is all for you! Come and eat, or you'll get an upset stomach from hunger."

My already wavering heart swayed even further.

"They're here! They're here!"

Zhong Yuan was overjoyed. "YES! I got the little motorcycle!"

Jiang Xiaoli went back inside to put on a coat and didn't hear clearly, "What do you mean, 'got it'?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, come and eat!" Zhong Yuan coaxed and tricked the person into sitting down at the table.

Jiang Xiaoli looked at the dishes and thought, "Yes, they are all things I like."

"Where's Dafu? Isn't he coming home for dinner today?"

Zhong Yuan waved his hand dismissively, "Don't even mention it, Dafu has already topped up his meal card at your school! What a useless piece of trash!"

"Hahaha," Jiang Xiaoli laughed, glancing at the "suspect" hiding on the living room sofa. "Dafu is the one who truly cares for his girlfriend!"

"Little Pear, actually I'm pretty good too, it's just that I haven't had a chance to show off yet," Zhong Yuan boasted, like a peddler selling his wares.

Aunt Zhang brought out the last soup.

Zhong Yuan glanced at Zong Jiayu and said, "Little Li, it's 1995 now. You can't punish people by not letting them eat anymore, can you?"

Jiang Xiaoli denied it, saying, "I never said anyone wasn't allowed to eat!"

Zhong Yuan immediately gave Zong Jia a wink, "What are you still standing there for? Little Pear is a magnanimous woman, why would she hold a grudge against you?"

Seeing Zong Jia get up and walk towards the restaurant, Jiang Xiaoli added, "Brother Yuan, is this the first time you've known I'm incredibly petty?"

Zhong Yuan patted Zong Jiayu on the shoulder, "Little Pear, look at my brother Zong's face and figure, you couldn't find one like him even with a lantern, let's not be pretentious."

Upon hearing her words, Jiang Xiaoli pictured someone's figure in her mind.

That's really great.

She suddenly shook her head, quickly shaking away all the trash. This person was too awful; she absolutely couldn't make up with him so soon!

As a result, Zong Jia's words after the meal broke her composure.

"Little Pear, I'll listen to you next time, okay?"

Oh my god! What's wrong with this person?!

It's so annoying that I can't press down the corner of my lip!