Nangong Yu: "@Jian Xuancheng, um, I can consider it, thanks."

After successfully sending the message, Nangong Yu immediately exited WeChat, tossed his phone aside, completely unaware that the group chat had already erupted in chaos.

Lu Changhao: "Hey, by the way, has anyone here met your wife?"

Xing Dake: "No."

Jian Xuancheng: "No."

Ning Yuchen: "No."

Wen Che: "No."

"..."

Lu Changhao: "Ahem, well, actually I have an idea."

Fei Si said, "Wait... I think I've guessed what you're thinking."

Shi Mingbo: "+1".

Xing Dake: "+2".

Ning Yuchen: "+3".

"..."

Jian Xuancheng: "So, want to come together?" (Raises an eyebrow)

Wen Che: "What do you think? Hehehe [sneaky]"

Shen Yize: "..."

Shen Yize: "Ugh, I wanted to be with you guys too, but my dad sent me on a business trip to Japan! Ugh, I'm so angry!!!"

Shi Mingbo: "Japan, ah... 'insidious'."

Fei Siyan: "Ahem, there are many actresses in Japan, Brother Chen, remember to enjoy yourself." ("Insidious")

Shen Yize: "Get out!"

...

After watching TV for a while out of boredom, Nangong Yu suddenly felt thirsty. Just as he was about to get up to go to the kitchen to get some water, Song Yuli came running downstairs.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Song Yuli clutched his handbag, looking at Nangong Yu with some apology.

Actually, she washes up very quickly, it's just that she takes a little longer to change her clothes.

After all, it was her first date with Nangong Yu, so Song Yuli naturally appeared beside Nangong Yu in her most perfect form.

So, upstairs just now, Song Yuli tried on all his clothes, which is why it took so long.

Because of the recent hot weather, Song Yuli was only wearing a pink short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of light blue hot pants. Her shoulder-length hair was tied into a youthful and fluffy bun, and her small face was adorned with a rare light makeup.

Nangong Yu looked Song Yuli up and down, finally fixing his gaze on her long, bare legs.

It could be said that, apart from her face, the most eye-catching thing about Song Yuli was her legs.

Her legs are beautiful—fair, straight, slender, and long.

Just thinking about how many more men would see her legs when they went out later made Nangong Yu feel an urge to make Song Yuli change into long pants.

Seeing that Nangong Yu was staring at him without moving, Song Yuli lowered his head uncomfortably, his face flushed.

"Does it not look good? Then wait for me a while, I'll go change my clothes."

Just as she finished speaking and was about to turn around, Nangong Yu grabbed her arm.

He cleared his throat and said in a light tone, "No need, it's fine as it is. It's pink and tender, and looks like a teenage girl. It's very pretty."

Song Yuli then looked up at Nangong Yu, carefully examined him, then rushed over, grabbed his arm, and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Thank you. You look very handsome today, just like a college student who hasn't graduated yet."

Today, because Nangong Yu didn't have to go to work, his usually meticulously styled hair was a bit fluffy and messy, making him look somewhat approachable.

The pristine white shirt, paired with his delicate collarbone and Adam's apple, added to his air of asceticism.