I met the person I loved again

As a true fan of Zhao Yin, it is natural for me to know what the other party is doing!

What a coincidence! My phone vibrated three times in my pocket. It was the final list of variety show guests sent by my agent.

When I swiped the screen, my fingertips paused for half a second on the two words "Zhao Yin". Then I put the phone back into my pocket as if nothing had happened and adjusted the collar of my shirt in front of the mirror.

"Teacher Wen, the car is downstairs." Assistant Xiao Chen's voice came through the door, a hint of cautious excitement. "I heard that we can meet Teacher Zhao Yin this time? My cousin has been a fan of his for ten years and asked me for an autograph."

I opened the door with a standard gentle smile on my face: "Let's see when the opportunity comes. Teacher Zhao is always busy."

My heart was beating like crazy – it was more than just a meeting!!! For the next two weeks, we would be filming the slow variety show "Seaside Slow House" in the same seaside B&B ^v^.

When I got in the nanny car, I deliberately sat in the back seat by the window, pretending to look at the scenery, but actually opened the small Weibo account hidden in the deepest part of the folder.

The ID is "Yin's Business Store", and the follow list is clean with only one - Note: Zhao Yin geigei.

The latest update was three days ago. It was a screenshot of Zhao Yin’s first stage performance that I had saved for five years, with the caption “72 hours countdown”.

Now I am editing a new Weibo post. My fingers lingered on the keyboard for a long time, and finally I sent a sentence "Goal: Stay calm", with a picture of the sky reflected in the car window, which was dazzlingly blue.

The drive was longer than expected, and it was already evening when we arrived at the island B&B.

The program crew was waiting for us at the door. As soon as I got out of the car, I heard Xiao Chen let out a low "Wow".

Following her gaze, Zhao Yin was sitting on the wooden threshold of the B&B, rummaging through something.

He was wearing a simple black hoodie with the hood off, and the sea breeze blew the strands of hair on his forehead slightly.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up at me, his gaze stayed on my face for half a second, and then he said "hmm" very lightly.

Like a piece of cold jade that has been soaked in sea water for many years, it has no temperature, but it exudes a calm texture. No!! I like it!!

The welcome gift I held tightly in my hand was a box of lemon-flavored throat lozenges distributed by the program team.

When I handed it to him, my fingertips accidentally touched his hand. I pulled my hand back so hard that I almost dropped the candy box. I was so excited! I touched it!

"Thank you." He took the candy box, his voice flat, and as he turned and walked into the house, he casually put the candy into his trouser pocket.

I stood there, looking at his back, feeling my ears burning. Xiao Chen nudged my arm and said, "Teacher Wen, why is your face so red?"

"Maybe... uh... maybe it's a little too hot." I lied and hurried to catch up, already thinking of new content for my trumpet in my mind - "My hands are hot! Science can't explain it!"

When allocating the rooms, the production team held a lottery ceremony.

The room I drew was a small attic, but it was perfect for enjoying the view. When I was climbing the stairs, I missed the last step. The moment I leaned forward, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist.

It was Zhao Yin. He had followed behind without anyone noticing.

"The stairs are steep." He released his hand and said calmly, "Ask the program to assemble a handrail tomorrow."

I looked down at my wrist, where I could still feel his warm touch. When I looked up again, he had already walked to the end of the corridor on the second floor, staring blankly at the sea outside the window. Oh my god! !!! It was my idol, personally touching my hand!!!

I swear, I must cherish this time!!!

Let this holy light of dawn shine upon both of us!!!

The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, and it fell on the wooden floor, like a wet ink painting.

After entering the attic room, I locked the door behind me, slid down to the floor with my back against the door panel, and was so excited, so excited, so excited, so excited, so excited!

The phone screen was on, and a long string of words had been typed in the edit box of the small account. In the end, I deleted and reduced it and only posted a long-range Reuters photo taken by a fan. In the photo, Zhao Yin was standing on the corridor, and there was a blurry shadow on his wrist, which was the sand that was stuck on his wrist when he helped me just now.

The caption reads: "I also saw Brother Yin's wrist today."

After I sent it, I realized that I laughed at this line of words for almost half a minute.

(Evil puppy smile.)

Dinner was a seafood hotpot prepared by the program team. There were five or six guests sitting at the long table, and Zhao Yin sat diagonally opposite me.

He doesn't talk much. Occasionally, when someone asks him a question, he only responds with a few words. Most of the time, he eats shrimp quietly, and his movements in peeling the shells are neat and beautiful.

I pretended to pick up some food, but I couldn't help but glance at him.

He uses his left hand to hold the chopsticks, which shows that he is very smart, in my opinion.

"Teacher Wen, would you like to try this scallop?" The female guest next to me handed me a scallop. I quickly came back to my senses and thanked her with a smile.

When he turned around, he met Zhao Yin's gaze.

I don't know how long he looked at it. When he saw me looking at him, his eyelids moved almost imperceptibly, and he lowered his head to continue peeling shrimps.

I hurriedly picked up a shrimp and put it in my mouth, it was so hot that I gasped.

(He looked at me! Why? Did he think I was...too handsome? Narcissistic...)

When the party was over, Xiao Chen took me to the kitchen to get ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast. When we came back, we saw Zhao Yin standing on the steps in front of the B&B making a phone call.

The sea breeze made his voice intermittent, and only a few words could be heard clearly: "... ointment... yes, for burns..."

I paused, and Xiao Chen looked at me strangely: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I shook my head and hurried upstairs.

The attic window faces the seaside, and you can hear the sound of waves hitting the rocks in the night.

I lay in bed, pulled out my phone and scrolled through Zhao Yin's chat. The latest post was a photo someone had taken of him on the phone, with the caption, "Brother Yin, calling late at night, who is he trying to show his concern for?"

The comment section was abuzz with discussion, with some guessing it was a family member, and others guessing it was a staff member.

I stared at the photo for a while, and for some unknown reason I saved it and set it as my secondary account profile picture.

Before falling asleep, my phone vibrated again. It was a special attention reminder—Zhao Yin posted a new Weibo post with just one picture: tuberose in the courtyard of the B&B, with the caption "Peace."

I stared at the little white flower for a long time, tapped my fingers on the screen, and replied, "Good night, Brother Yin."

Of course, I use a trumpet.

I touched my burning ears and suddenly felt that the island life in the past half month might be more distracting than I imagined.

When I was woken up by the sound of waves in the morning, it was just dawn.

I got up and opened the curtains, and saw Zhao Yin running in the yard. His black sportswear looked like a neat shadow in the morning light.

His running posture was very standard, his arms didn't swing much, his breathing was even, and he ran around the tree in the yard again and again.

I lay on the windowsill and watched for ten minutes, until he stopped and bent down to tie his shoelaces. Then I suddenly reacted and my face started to get hot again.

When I went downstairs, there was already someone in the kitchen.

Zhao Yin stood in front of the stove, holding an enamel pot in his hand, pouring tea leaves into it. His movements were so skillful that he didn't look like a top star.

"Morning." I tried to make my voice sound natural.

He looked back at me, said "hmm", and put the enamel pot on the table. The tea leaves filled almost half of the pot. When hot water was poured in, the rising steam blurred the profile of his face.

"Teacher Zhao is up so early too?" I pulled out a chair and sat down. I couldn't help but glance at the enamel pot. The paint on the pot was a little peeling, and it looked like it had been used for a long time.

"I'm used to it." He picked up the jar and took a sip, then frowned slightly, as if he felt it was too hot.

I suddenly remembered the "burn ointment" he mentioned on the phone last night. After hesitating for a moment, I finally said, "There seems to be burn ointment in the kitchen drawer. If Teacher Zhao..."

"It's not for me," he interrupted me, his tone flat, "It's for the production crew."

I said "Oh" and didn't say anything else, but I felt a sense of indescribable loss in my heart.

Breakfast consisted of porridge and fried eggs, which the guests took turns making.

When it was my turn, I was a little flustered standing in front of the stove - usually the assistant takes care of the food, and I don’t even know how to use the gas stove.

As soon as the oil was hot, I cracked the egg into it. With a "sizzle", the oil splashed high up and landed on my wrist, causing a burning pain.

I hissed in pain and subconsciously pulled my hand back.

"There's burn cream in the drawer."

Zhao Yin's voice suddenly came from behind me. I was startled and turned around to see him standing at the kitchen door with the enamel pot in his hand.

"Ah?" I was stunned.

He didn't say it again, but turned and walked in, opened the bottom drawer, took out a tube of burn ointment and handed it to me.

(Didn’t I say that this morning? And now he’s telling me that again?)

"Thank you, thank you." I took the ointment, my fingers shaking.

He didn't say anything, just stood by and watched me apply the ointment, his eyes fixed on my wrist, without any emotion.

I felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and even the movements of applying the ointment became stiff.

"Apply it thicker." He suddenly said.

"Oh." I quickly squeezed some more ointment and applied it on the wound.

He then turned and walked out. When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at the eggs in the pot that were almost burnt: "Turn down the heat."

I quickly turned off the fire, my heart pounding like it was about to burst out of my throat. (Aggrieved puppy)

At the breakfast table, everyone was talking about today's sea-hunting mission, but I didn't have the heart to listen and my eyes kept drifting towards Zhao Yin.

He ate very slowly, occasionally taking a sip of strong tea, and his brows would furrow slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Teacher Wen, what's wrong with your wrist?" The female guest who handed me the scallops noticed the ointment on my wrist and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I was splashed with oil." I smiled.

"Teacher Zhao is quite considerate. She just asked me to check if there was enough ointment in the drawer."

The male guest next to him suddenly said, "I thought he didn't care about these things."

I was stunned and looked at Zhao Yin. He just raised his head and our eyes met.

He didn't say anything, but just picked up a fried egg and put it in my bowl, his movements so natural as if he had done it a thousand times.

"Thank you." I lowered my head and shoveled the porridge in the bowl. I felt my cheeks were hot enough to fry an egg on.

Xiao Chen sat next to me, nudged me stealthily with his elbow, and lowered his voice, "Teacher Wen, have you checked Weibo? Someone filmed Teacher Zhao peeling shrimp for you last night!"

My heart skipped a beat, and I took out my phone and opened the second account. Sure enough, I saw the term "Zhao Yin peels shrimp for Wen Xi" on the hot search. Below it was a blurry photo. Zhao Yin had his head down, holding a shrimp in his hand, and I was turning around to talk to someone else.

The comments section has gone crazy: "What the hell is this interaction!"

"Doesn't Brother Yin never peel shrimp for others?"

"'Rare Silver' is real, isn't it? It's real!"

(Haha, you're into it already? Yeah, I really hate this kind of thing where you're into it just because of some small interactions, but I think it's really nice to be like the 'puppy that got slapped in the face')

I was looking at the photo and suddenly remembered that he did put a peeled shrimp in my bowl last night. I was so nervous at the time that I didn't pay attention to it.

As I was engrossed in watching, someone gently touched my wrist.

I looked up and saw Zhao Yin standing in front of me, holding my coat in his hand: "The production team is urging us."

"Oh, okay." I quickly stood up and followed him out.

He walked in front, not fast, and I followed behind, my eyes fixed on his back.

"Teacher Zhao," I asked, as if possessed by some strange force, "Aren't you afraid of the sun?"

He looked back at me with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"I see you didn't wear sunscreen." I regretted it the moment I said it. It sounded too much like concern and went beyond the boundaries of "junior to senior" conversation.

He didn't think much about it, but just said lightly: "I'm used to it."

When we reached the door of the B&B, he suddenly stopped, took out something from his backpack and handed it to me. It was a bottle of sunscreen, which was still unopened.

"It was given to me by the program team. I haven't used it." He said in a flat tone, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

I took the sunscreen and it felt hot again when it touched his hand. "Thank you, Mr. Zhao."

"Yeah." He responded and turned to walk towards the beach.

I stood there, looking at the sunscreen in my hand, and suddenly remembered the Weibo post I posted on my second account last night.

Perhaps, the wind on this island can really blow something away.

The sand on the beach is very soft, and it feels like stepping on cotton.

The program team gave each person a small bucket and a shovel. The task was to pick up a pound of shells when going to the beach and have a snack in the evening.

There were already quite a few shells in Zhao Yin's bucket, and he was very focused as he bent down to pick up the shells.

I pretended to dig in the sand nearby, but I kept glancing at him. He was very picky about the shells he picked up, only those with intact shapes and beautiful colors. Occasionally, if he found a particularly small one, he would hold it in his hand and look at it for a long time before putting it down.

"Teacher Wen, look at what I picked up!" Xiao Chen ran over holding a palm-sized conch and showed it to me excitedly.

"Very beautiful." I praised her with a smile. When I turned around, I saw Zhao Yin looking at us with a white shell in her hand. When she saw me looking at me, she threw the shell into the bucket and continued walking forward.

My heartbeat started to become irregular again, so I quickly lowered my head and dug in the sand, pretending to be busy.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my foot, as if it was cut by something.

I looked down and saw that it was a broken shell that had scratched my slipper and made a cut on the instep of my foot. Blood was slowly oozing out.

"Hiss——" I frowned in pain.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Yin's voice suddenly sounded above my head. I looked up and saw him squatting in front of me, looking at my feet.

"I was scratched by a shell." I wanted to stand up, but he held my shoulders.

"Don't move." He took out a tissue from his pocket and gently pressed it on my wound.

His movements were gentle and painful, and I couldn't help but wince.

"Does it hurt?" He looked up at me.

"A little." I nodded.

(Excite the puppy, excite the puppy!)

He didn't say anything, just changed the tissue for a new one and continued to press on the wound.

The guests and staff around looked over, some took out their phones to take pictures, and I heard Xiao Chen whisper beside them: "It's over, the CP fans are going crazy again."

I panicked and tried to pull my foot back, but he held me tighter. "Don't move, the bleeding won't stop." He said in a low voice...

After a while, he let go of his hand and the wound stopped bleeding.

He stared at my feet for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled off his sun sleeve—a gray sleeve he had been wearing on his left arm.

"Teacher Zhao, what are you doing?" I was stunned.

He didn't answer, but folded the sleeve in half, bit one end with his teeth, and tore it into a long strip. Then he squatted down and carefully wrapped it around my foot and tied a knot.

"This will stop the bleeding." He stood up and said, "Don't get wet."

After saying that, he turned and walked forward. Only then did I notice that only half of the sleeve was left on his left arm.

The sun was so strong that it made my skin hot.

I looked at his back as he walked in front of me, his left arm exposed to the sun, and suddenly remembered that he was afraid of the sun.

I've seen an interview with him before, in which he said that he was a little allergic to UV rays and tried to wear long sleeves in the summer.

"Teacher Wen, look at Brother Yin!" Xiao Chen pointed ahead, "He gave you the sleeves!"

I nodded, and my heart felt like it was filled with something warm.

On the way back, my feet were not very convenient and I walked very slowly.

I don't know when Zhao Yin slowed down and followed me, keeping a distance from me.

"Can you walk?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes." I nodded, quickened my pace, and accidentally sprained my ankle.

He reached out and helped me up, but this time he didn't let go immediately. Instead, he held my arm until I was standing firmly. "Slow down."

"Yeah." I responded softly, feeling the place where he had touched me start to get hot again.

Back at the B&B, the program's doctor came to treat my wound. When he untied the bandage Zhao Yin had made with the sleeve, the doctor couldn't help but praise me: "The knot is quite professional."

I smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Yin was sitting on a chair next to him, reading a script with a red pen in his hand, writing something on it.

After the doctor treated the wound, he told me not to touch water. I nodded, but couldn't help but glance at Zhao Yin. He seemed to notice it, raised his head and looked at me, then closed the script and stood up.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He said and walked out.

I looked at his back and suddenly noticed a few small red spots on his left arm. He was allergic to ultraviolet rays.

My heart felt like it was pricked by a needle and it hurt a little.

There were no tasks in the afternoon, so everyone was resting in the yard.

I was sitting in the shade of a tree and browsing my phone. My private messages on my smurf account were flooded with "candy" from CP fans, including animated pictures of him peeling shrimp for me and photos of him squatting down to bandage me.

The latest one was a live broadcast clip that someone captured. In the camera, Zhao Yin was holding me up, and the barrage of comments was full of "Ahhhh".

As I watched, I couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Yin's voice suddenly sounded beside me. I was so scared that my phone almost fell to the ground and quickly locked the screen.

"No, nothing, just watching a joke."

He sat down beside me, holding the enamel pot, which was half full of strong tea. "How are your feet?"

"Much better, thank you Teacher Zhao." I said quickly.

He hummed, said nothing more, and just looked at the sea in the distance.

Silence stretched between the two of them, feeling a little awkward, yet indescribably comfortable.

I looked at him secretly. His profile looked very soft under the shade of the tree, and the red spot on his left arm was more obvious.

"Teacher Zhao, your arm..." I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Is it an allergy?"

He looked down at his arm and said calmly, "It's a small matter."

"I have some allergy medicine here. The doctor prepared it for me. Do you want some..."

"No need." He interrupted me, his tone flat, "It will be fine in a while."

I didn't insist, but I felt a little uncomfortable.

In the evening, Xiao Chen came back from outside with a small bottle in his hand and handed it to me: "Teacher Wen, this is the anti-allergic ointment I asked the program team to buy. You can give it to Teacher Zhao. The red spots on his arm look quite serious."

I held the tube of anti-allergic ointment, and Xiao Chen urged me, "Teacher Wen, just give it to Brother Yin, otherwise his arm will be swollen tomorrow."

"How do I give it?" I looked in the direction of the yard gate. Zhao Yin was standing under a tree answering the phone, with his side face facing us, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was listening to something troublesome.

"Just say it was given by the production team, just like when he gave you the sunscreen last time." Xiao Chen said confidently, "It's just a matter of reciprocity."

That's easy to say.

Zhao Yin looks cold, but he is actually very thoughtful. I have no idea whether this excuse can fool people.

While hesitating, Zhao Yin hung up the phone and turned to walk over here.

I quickly stuffed the ointment into my trouser pocket and stood up in a panic, almost knocking over the small stool next to me.

"Sit down." He walked in front of me, his eyes lingering on my leg, "Your foot isn't fully healed yet."

"It's okay, it's just... I feel a little numb after sitting for so long." I lied, and when I sat down again, I felt the ointment in my trouser pocket prickling.

He didn't ask any further questions, but just sat down in the empty seat next to me and picked up the enamel pot to drink some tea.

If the tea leaves are steeped for too long, the soup will turn dark brown and look bitter.

"Teacher Zhao, can you sleep at night after drinking such strong tea?" I made small talk, my voice a little dizzy.

He looked up at me and said, "I'm used to it."

It's habit again, I muttered to myself. It seems that this person can use the word "habit" to get rid of everything. However, it's not good to be too accustomed to it.

Silence fell again, and the only sound in the yard was the sound of distant waves.

I glanced at him secretly and found that the red spots on his left arm were indeed more obvious, connected into a small piece, which looked a bit scary.

"Um..." I gritted my teeth, took out the ointment from my trouser pocket, and handed it to him. "The program team just gave it to me. It's anti-allergic. Teacher Zhao, you..."

Before he could finish his words, his eyes fell on the ointment, but he didn't take it or say anything.

I regretted it so much that I wanted to throw the ointment into the sea - who would be so eager to do that? It would make me look so deliberate.

"No need." He finally spoke, his voice still flat, "The assistant has already delivered it."

"Oh." I withdrew my hand awkwardly and put the ointment aside. No! Isn't this just embarrassing for me?

He then lowered his head and continued to drink tea, but the fingers holding the cup seemed to be a little stronger than before.

Dinner was another barbecue. The program team set up a barbecue grill in the yard and let the guests cook by themselves.

My feet have difficulty walking, so I was assigned to pass the seasonings nearby. Zhao Yin was in charge of grilling the skewers, and his movements were surprisingly skillful.

The lamb skewers he grilled were sizzling with oil, and when sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, the aroma wafted far away.

The female guest next to him couldn't help but praise: "Teacher Zhao is really a hidden talent. With this skill, he can open a barbecue stall."

He didn't say anything, but handed me the first skewer of grilled vegetables: "Try it."

I was stunned for a moment, then quickly took it. My fingertips touched the skewer and it was so hot that I almost threw it away.

"Thanks."

"It's hot." He reminded me, his eyes falling on my fingers holding the skewer, "Blow on it."

I obediently blew on the lamb skewers twice. When I looked up, I saw him handing the second skewer to the male guest next to him. His movements were no different, but I just felt that the skewer he just handed to me seemed to have a few more sesame seeds sprinkled on it.

"Teacher Wen, look how good Teacher Zhao is to you. I'll give you the first string."

Xiao Chen leaned close to my ear and smiled maliciously.

I glared at her and stuffed the lamb skewers into my mouth. The aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of sesame spread on the tip of my tongue, making it numb, but my heart was filled with sweetness.

Zhao Yin was very focused when grilling skewers. He would occasionally look up at the skewers on the grill. When his eyes swept over me, he would pause slightly and then look away.

Once, his eyes stopped at the small stool at my feet, and he suddenly said, "Move the stool into the shade of the tree, out of the sun."

"Oh, okay."

I quickly dragged the stool and moved it into the shade of the tree. At that time, I was still wondering, how did he know that I was afraid of the sun?

The female guest next to her said with a smile: "Teacher Zhao is quite caring. He's not as aloof as the legend says."

He didn't respond, but brushed a bunch of grilled chicken wings with honey and handed it to me: "This is not spicy."

I looked at the shiny string of chicken wings and suddenly remembered the backstage of the last award ceremony. I casually said to Xiao Chen, "I've been feeling hot lately and can't eat spicy food." At that time, Zhao Yin was standing not far away, talking on the phone with his back to us, and I thought he didn't hear it.

He heard it! Isn't this a perfect couple coming true?!

When I took the chicken wing, my fingertips accidentally touched his hand again. This time I didn't dodge, I just kept touching him until he pulled his hand away first, and his ears seemed to turn red.

When I was washing up at night, I deliberately avoided everyone and waited until everyone was asleep before going downstairs.

As soon as I reached the stairs, I saw Zhao Yin standing at the kitchen door, holding a thermos in his hand and pouring something into it.

"Teacher Zhao?" I called out subconsciously.

He looked back at me and paused: "Are you still asleep?"

"Yeah, I'm a little thirsty." I walked over to him and saw that he was putting honey into the thermos. "Teacher Zhao is thirsty too?"

"Yeah." He responded, covered the thermos cup and handed it to me, "Freshly brewed honey water, warm."

"For me?" I was stunned.

"Yeah." He nodded. "You got sunburned this afternoon. Drink some honey water."

I took the thermos and felt it warm to the touch. There was a small cartoon pattern printed on the wall of the cup. It looked familiar, as if it was the brand I endorsed last year.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao." I held the cup and felt warm in my heart.

He didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards his room. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back at me: "Go to bed early, you still have to go to the beach tomorrow."

"Well, Teacher Zhao should go to bed early too."

Watching his back disappear at the end of the corridor, I stood there holding the honey water, smiling foolishly for a long time.

Back in the attic room, I drank half of the honey water, and couldn't bear to drink the rest, so I put it on the bedside table.

Then he took out his phone, opened his second account, and posted a new Weibo post: "Tonight's grilled chicken wings have a honey flavor and are sweet."

The accompanying picture is a cartoon pattern of a thermos cup, which has been deliberately blurred, with only a small corner showing.

After posting on Weibo, I lay in bed, looking at the ceiling. My mind was filled with Zhao Yin’s image: the way he handed the skewers to me, the tone of his voice when he said “blow on it,” the way his ears turned red…

(Blushing Puppy)

I laughed out loud without realizing it and quickly covered my mouth, afraid that people in the next room would hear me.

The next morning, I was woken by a call from Xiao Chen. She excitedly said, "Teacher Wen, check Weibo! The 'Xi You Yin' CP super topic has made it into the top 50!"

I groped for my phone in a daze and opened the super topic. The latest post was a Reuters photo of last night's barbecue. In the photo, Zhao Yin was handing me grilled chicken wings.

The comment section has exploded: "Ahhh what kind of divine feeding is this!"

"The way Brother Yin looks at Wenxi is amazing!"

"I declare this is locked on me!"

I was flipping through the comments and couldn't help but curl up the corners of my mouth. When I came across a comment that said "Wen Xi looks at Zhao Yin like a puppy looks at its owner", my face suddenly turned red - it seemed... a bit similar.

Just as I was watching intently, there were two knocks on the door.

"Are you awake?" It was Zhao Yin's voice.

I was so scared that my hands were shaking and my phone almost fell off the bed. "Wake up!"

"Come down for breakfast." He said that and left. His voice was flat, but I just felt like he was smiling.

I quickly got up, washed and changed my clothes, looked at myself in the mirror for a long time to make sure there was nothing wrong with me, then took a deep breath and opened the door.

At the stairs, Zhao Yin was standing there waiting for me, holding my coat in his hand.

Seeing me come out, he handed me his coat and said, "It's windy today."

"Thank you." I took the coat, feeling happy inside.

He didn't say anything, turned around and walked downstairs slowly, as if he was waiting for me.

I followed him and looked at his back. It looked like a puppy following its owner.

Then let me produce sugar like crazy for love!