By 10 p.m., Liang Zhirou had finally finished revising the first draft.

She opened WeChat, found the person responsible for her, and sent them the artwork.

The other party replied very quickly.

Amuro Tooru's runaway girlfriend: "This version is great! Let's draw it based on this!"

Liang Zhirou breathed a sigh of relief, her hands still somewhat clumsily typing on the computer keyboard.

Mu Zhimu: "Okay."

Amuro Tooru's runaway girlfriend: "I see a lot of illustrations for Polaris Games on your homepage. They're making anime-style mobile games now, right? How come they haven't asked you to do any artwork?"

Liang Zhirou looked up at Chen Lu, who was lying on his back on the sofa and seemed to be asleep, and replied, "Because we're too familiar with each other."

Upon seeing this, the girl on the other side of the screen imagined countless possibilities, but she never imagined that this Mu Zhimu was the girlfriend of the founder of Polaris.

After a while, Liang Zhirou saw another message pop up in the computer taskbar.

Amuro Tooru's runaway girlfriend: "Mu Zhimu is so aloof, no wonder your fans call you a socially awkward goddess."

"I am genuinely socially anxious."

After leaving that sentence, Liang Zhirou did not reply again.

She needed to cover her boyfriend with a blanket; she didn't have time to chat.

As Liang Zhirou walked, clutching the thin blanket, she squeezed her neck tightly. With the slightest movement, a cracking sound could be heard.

Every movement felt like her bones were being broken, and she bit her lip and groaned in pain.

This was only because Chen Lu would occasionally massage her for a while during the process.

Chen Lu was already asleep, but his phone was still ringing, and he was muttering some article of the law. She listened for a while but couldn't remember anything.

The voice sounds like it's related to law.

She had just turned off her phone when she heard Chen Lu mutter softly, "Why did you turn it off for me?"

"You're asleep."

"I'm listening to the sound."

Liang Zhirou smiled slightly, not believing his nonsense. She gently covered herself with the quilt and said softly, "I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to go back to your room to sleep?"

"I'm waiting for you."

After Chen Lu finished speaking, there was no further movement.

Just as Liang Zhirou was about to get up, her phone rang.

It was a reputable company with a certain reputation, and without her even mentioning it, they proactively sent over the deposit.

She turned off the payment notification and saw her phone wallpaper: a photo of them holding hands in a movie theater before they got together. A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

The girl's gaze flowed like water, her eyes filled with tenderness. Seeing her own nervous expression in the photo, her thoughts were taken back to that night.

She probably never imagined at the time that she would end up living with Chen Lu, let alone be tricked into doing that kind of thing...

It's only been almost a year, but so much has changed.

Chen Lu has been subtly changing her, from handing out flyers and working as a waitress in a hot pot restaurant to tutoring, and now she has received a commercial painting contract worth six thousand yuan.

Gradually, I came into contact with incomes that I never dared to imagine before.

After thinking for a while, Liang Zhirou suddenly collapsed weakly onto Chen Lu.

But the goal of raising Chen Lu is still so far away... Chen Lu is too tired now, and she can't bear to see him like this.

She puffed out her cheeks and reached out to poke Chen Lu's forehead.

They're only two years apart, how can he be so amazing?

She hasn't even finished paying back the money for her mother's surgery, and she still needs to save for her dowry, and then there's the money to be spent on buying a house...

Marriage is a matter for two people; Chen Lu can't bear all the costs, can he?

Liang Zhirou snuggled closer to Chen Lu and sighed with a wronged expression.

Making money is so hard, living is so tiring...

When Chen Lu woke up again, Liang Zhirou was drying her hair. He yawned, walked over, took the hairdryer, and started drying the girl's hair as if in a dream.

“I want to buy an electric car,” Liang Zhirou said suddenly, looking at Chen Lu in the mirror.

"How much? I'll buy it for you."

“I can buy it myself. I can buy it once the payment for this drawing comes through.” Liang Zhirou pondered for a few seconds. “I go to my mother’s place from time to time, so this will make it more convenient for me to travel back and forth.”

Not to mention that you have to take the subway once, the place is far from the subway station, it takes more than ten minutes to walk there.

She couldn't let Chen Lu pick her up and drop her off every time, especially since Chen Lu wouldn't always be available.

Chen Lu nodded silently, "Why don't you take advantage of the winter break to get a driver's license? I was just thinking of getting a new car, so you can drive this one."

Liang Zhirou pouted, "I'm clumsy, how could I possibly drive? The money I earn wouldn't even be enough to cover the car repairs."

"I think you shouldn't be thinking about repairing the car, but rather whether you can pass the driving test (Part 2)." Chen Lu couldn't help but laugh as he spoke, recalling a female anchor from Tsinghua University who took her Part 2 driving test six times.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he received a rocket headbutt, just as he had hoped.

"You didn't steal a kiss from me while I was asleep, did you?"

"Hmph, I'm not you."

The two chatted and laughed as they turned off the living room lights, bringing the cheerful atmosphere into the bedroom.

Just as Chen Lu lay down on the bed, he heard Liang Zhirou ask him, "Are you busy tomorrow? If you are, I'll wake you up when I get up."

"Speaking of which, why do you always get up so early?" Chen Lu turned to the side and said with a frustrated expression, "Other couples snuggle in bed together for a while after getting up in the morning, but I'm always all alone."

This silly biological clock is really ironclad. No matter what time I go to bed, I always wake up a few minutes earlier than the alarm clock, without fail.

Every time he arrived at the living room looking confused, Liang Zhirou was already painting or studying.

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