Chapter 13 Can the babysitter's puppy sleep in your room?
Cheng Guo suspected that Shen Zhui had his own translation system.
Her voice was a little louder, and he assumed she was being mean to him.
She promised to consider him when she wanted to be in a relationship, and he tacitly accepted that she wanted to start dating. He then firmly placed himself as her first choice for a relationship and actively tried to impress her.
She should have been annoyed, but to her dismay, she found that she didn't dislike it at all, and even somewhat enjoyed it.
Cheng Guo rolled over in bed, hugging her pillow, and pinched her cheeks, which were sore from laughing. She thought to herself, "This year's birthday is finally not so bad."
The next day, she rested and slept until late morning. When she came out of her room, Shen Zhui was sitting in front of the sofa with a teacup in front of him and a computer on the footstool. He was on the phone asking Sister Qi to send him the script.
Last night, after he called her "so fierce," she chased him out of the room in an even fiercer tone. Now that she had come out, Chen Zhui's gaze immediately clung to her, as if he wanted to stare a hole through her clothes. Cheng Guo had no choice but to quickly walk into the kitchen to avoid his burning gaze. She flicked the magic wand in Sakura's hand on the refrigerator door and opened it to examine lunch.
The refrigerator is mostly filled with hot pot ingredients.
The last hot pot gathering ended badly, and most of the remaining meat was put into a storage box by Chen Zhui and neatly stacked in the freezer.
The saying "poor children learn to be independent early" is really not just a saying. Ever since Chen Zhui moved in, the cleanliness of the house has improved dramatically. Cheng Guo sighed silently, then took out her phone to order vegetables.
At this moment, Shen Zhui walked over and stood silently to the side.
It seems like they still want to pursue what happened last night.
Cheng Guo immediately suppressed the smile on her lips, pretending to be serious as she looked down at her phone and tapped away. Shen Zhui was tall, so she couldn't see his expression at all from this position; she could just treat him like a pillar.
One serving of lettuce, one serving of baby bok choy, one serving of konjac noodles, and some garland chrysanthemum...
"Is it okay if we don't buy garland chrysanthemum?" the pillar next to him suddenly asked.
His tone wasn't exactly aggrieved, yet it inexplicably evoked pity.
Thinking of how he choked on chrysanthemum greens last time, and then ate a few more bites, Cheng Guo couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She looked up and teased, "Didn't you really like it last time?"
Shen Zhui seemed to have choked again, giving off an expression that said, "So you saw it and didn't care about me," before declaring decisively, "This time I don't love you!"
With an exclamation mark already in place, Cheng Guo readily agreed: "Okay, then we won't buy it this time."
The pillar fell silent again.
After Cheng Guo placed the order, she took the food out of the freezer and casually praised him, "You're really good at housework."
“Hmm,” Shen Zhui’s gaze fell on her bare wrist, and he smiled with amusement. “Not bad.”
The result of "not bad" was that after dinner, while Cheng Guo watched a documentary and leaned against the sofa to digest her food, Chen Zhui cleaned the house inside and out, not even leaving the space under the sofa untouched.
The sofa base was low, making it difficult to reach the mop. So he put on cleaning gloves, propped himself up on one elbow and half-lay on the carpet, using the other hand to reach in and wipe. The T-shirt he was wearing today had a loose neckline that drooped down, and Cheng Guo could see his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles under the wide neckline with just a slight side glance.
After a few moments, her throat started to feel dry, so she paused the documentary, got up to get a drink of water, and remembered a post she had seen a while ago.
A wealthy woman hired a male nanny. The nanny ignored the washing machine and floor scrubber in the house, insisted on washing the woman's clothes by hand, and had to kneel on the floor to wipe the floor inch by inch when mopping. The woman quickly noticed his pectoral and abdominal muscles under his collar, and later, she also noticed his shapely buttocks.
Cheng Guo's gaze shifted to Shen Zhui, who was still in the same spot. Tall people have long legs, and when he was taut, his lines were clear. He was supporting himself on the carpet with one arm, his upper arm muscles bulging from the effort. As he wiped, the hem of his T-shirt rose up, revealing a section of his pale, slender waist. He put the rag back, moved forward a little, and his waist sank down again.
That's impressive how strong your waist is.
The thought flashed through Cheng Guo's mind, and she choked on the half-mouthed water she hadn't swallowed, coughing until her neck turned red.
"What happened?"
Shen Zhui took off his cleaning gloves and came over to pat her back gently, his tone urgent.
Cheng Guo waved her hand to indicate that she was fine, coughing until her cheeks were red as she walked towards the desk, turning off the projector as she passed the sofa area.
She needs to read a book to calm down.
"Aren't you going to watch it anymore?" Shen Zhui asked.
"I'll look at it tonight."
"Then together."
"Hmm," she replied haphazardly, reminding him, "You don't need to wipe the area under the sofa so carefully."
When the person in charge cleaned up the sofa area, Cheng Guo, who was sitting at her desk, still couldn't calm down. All she could hear were the rustling sounds Chen Zhui was making. When she noticed footsteps coming from behind her, she turned around. Chen Zhui had changed into a T-shirt with a small neckline that was just a few centimeters below his Adam's apple, almost encircling his neck.
"Did you pour too much laundry detergent and wash all the clothes you put in the laundry basket with it?" Shen Zhui asked.
The laundry basket contained her outer clothes that she had changed out of last night. Cheng Guo nodded hastily, completely forgetting that she had just told him a few days ago not to wash her clothes.
Amid the hum of the washing machine, Cheng Guo finally calmed down. It seemed that Chen Zhui had come by in the middle of the process, but he didn't disturb her. Occasionally, when she went out to get a drink of water, she could see him sitting on the sofa with his long legs slightly bent, looking at his iPad intently. At this time, he would often get up and wander around her like a big dog. When she returned, he would sit back down.
Her stomach was growling with hunger when the sun had already dipped below the horizon. The orange trails below blended with the original blue of the sky, creating a brilliant sunset. She turned her head and saw a serene blue sky on the other side. The evening stars had not yet appeared, but a plane happened to fly by with its silver taillights flashing, like a silent mime, peaceful and serene.
She stretched her limbs and walked towards the living room. Shen Zhui immediately put down the iPad and stood up. The documentary on the screen paused on the scene when she left. There were snacks on the small table and dinner was set on the dining table.
They had clearly been waiting for her for a long time.
For the second time, Cheng Guo thought that it wasn't so bad for Shen Zhui to stay here. After dinner, she picked up her Samoyed doll and sat down on the sofa.
Only after hugging it did I realize how soft this doll was—soft ears, soft cheeks, soft belly, and soft feet.
Shen Zhui turned off the living room ceiling light, turned on the scattered fairy lights, and walked towards her step by step. His wide sleeves brushed against her bare arms, and he sat down a fist's distance away.
The surrounding stars twinkled, making it seem as if the two of them were sitting at the center of the universe.
To be honest, this scene is kind of romantic.
Cheng Guo's heart started racing.
"Would you like to watch a different movie?" she asked.
After all, watching documentaries isn't exactly a romantic thing.
"What do you want to see?"
"Hmm," Cheng Guo tilted her head thoughtfully, "to see the one you starred in?"
Shen Zhui glanced at her. "Tomorrow night then."
Then, quite naturally, she asked, "Would you like to go to the cinema or stay at home?"
Will you get photographed if you go to the movie theater?
"Then let's stay at home."
After quickly arranging things for tomorrow night, Shen Zhui picked up his phone.
He didn't try to hide it from her at all, so Cheng Guo immediately saw that he had sent a message to Qi Yun, asking Qi Yun to prepare the electronic version tomorrow so he could come and get it.
Impressed by his initiative and out of personal curiosity, Cheng Guo bluntly asked, "So the lead actor has an electronic version? Does that mean the lead actor's friends can watch the hit movie without buying a ticket to the theater?"
"The lead actors' friends can't, but you can." Shen Zhui finished his conversation with Qi Yun and went to choose a movie. These words seemed to come out unconsciously.
Cheng Guo's heart skipped a beat. She swallowed hard and pinched the Samoyed's ears tightly.
"Whether or not an electronic version is provided depends on the production and distribution companies. This film needs to be promoted, so an electronic version was provided before its release," Shen Zhui replied to her earlier question.
Cheng Guo said "Oh," and then recalled, "I didn't see you at the press conference, the premiere, or the roadshow."
As soon as she finished speaking, the person next to her turned around and stared intently at her. Cheng Guo blinked, puzzled, and Chen Zhui laughed.
If she hadn't let it slip, he would have thought she had never paid attention to his activities.
“I was filming a movie at the time,” Shen Zhui said, his eyebrows relaxing and revealing a cheerful smile like a young man. “I will be participating in a variety show recording in a while.”
Cheng Guo's heart skipped a beat: "Then is it—"
Shen Zhui interrupted her: "The salary is only enough to pay off the studio's debts."
He added, "It might not be enough to pay back; I need to stay a while longer."
Cheng Guo paused for two seconds, then laughed.
“Our school is renovating the dormitories,” Shen Zhui suddenly said.
“I know,” Cheng Guo explained when he looked over. “I heard it from Ruan Ning. She said Zhou Nanyu moved to a classmate’s house temporarily. By the way, don’t tell Zhou Nanyu that you’re staying here.”
Shen Zhui avoided eye contact and simply hummed in response. "You didn't tell him, did you?"
Telling Zhou Nanyu is the same as telling Ruan Ning.
"No." Zhou Nanyu was busy auditioning for a role, while he was busy with her, so they hadn't been in touch much lately.
Cheng Guo was relieved.
“Our school is renovating the dormitories, and the smell of the fresh renovation is not good for your health.” Shen Zhui looked at her expectantly.
Just say you don't want to go back because the formaldehyde levels are too high.
Cheng Guo smiled and asked, "Do you only have one job lately?"
“…No.” Shen Zhui turned his head away.
Men still need to have a career, otherwise their competitiveness will be halved.
Cheng Guo's phone vibrated a few times at this moment. Before Shen Zhui could choose a movie, she opened it.
Shu Shu sent a link to the three-person discussion group, inviting her and Ruan Ning to come and feast their eyes.
None of the three of them were naive young girls; they would occasionally start late-night conversations, but today it was a bit early.
Cheng Guo clicked on it.
The link redirects to a screen showing a shirtless, muscular man taking a selfie in front of a mirror. To the beat of energetic drums, the man's hand is on his waistband, seemingly about to undo something.
Cheng Guo quickly silenced her phone, and when she switched back to WeChat, Ruan Ning sent her a link.
[running: That nose bridge is too flat, no good, we should look into this instead]
She also tagged Cheng Guo and told her she absolutely had to watch it.
The link redirected again, this time to a muscular boy with a fair complexion. He looked young, but Cheng Guo glanced at his muscles and, not very interested, switched back to WeChat.
Shu Shu and Ruan Ning were already chatting animatedly.
The content was inappropriate, so Cheng Guo glanced at Shen Zhui and was relieved to see that he was still looking down at the screen selecting videos. Just to be safe, she turned the screen slightly toward herself.
[Not liking to read: A high nose bridge doesn't equal a big penis]
[running: Isn't that right? That's what everyone's saying online.]
[I don't like reading: Have I seen more naked men than most people online?]
[Running: That finger? The ear? The brow bone?]
[Not liking to read: Absolutely not allowed]
[running: Where are you looking?]
[Don't like reading? Just read Tintin!]
[running: ... @ChengGuo]
After browsing the chat history, Cheng Guo looked down and replied: 【Haven't looked into it】
[Don't like reading: Ning'er, who do you want to know about?]
[running: ...Does that even need asking? (shy)]
[Don't like reading: (Shocked) Didn't you say before that "it doesn't matter if your brother is rich or poor if he's energetic"? You two actually... Hurry up, a man over 25 is practically 60!]
Worried that Ruan Ning wouldn't believe it, Shu Shu sent in several links in a row.
"Didn't find anything I wanted to watch," Chen Zhui said irritably as he put away his phone, then suddenly spoke up, "Let's continue with documentaries."
Cheng Guo never expected that after all the trouble, it would end with watching a documentary.
“It’s okay,” Cheng Guo comforted him. “I’ll come back early tomorrow and we can watch your new movie together.”
"Mm." Shen Zhui nodded.
Having to go to work the next day, Cheng Guo went back to her room early. She tossed and turned in bed for a while, unable to fall asleep even though she was thirsty, so she got up to get some water.
The living room lights were already off. Cheng Guo quietly opened the door, and a captivating, magnetic voice entered her ears in the darkness.
"Sister, when are you going to study me?"
Cheng Guo stood there, stunned, feeling numb all the way down her spine to her heels. She gently closed the door, leaned against it for a while, and then, with her heart pounding, slowly moved back to the bed. After thinking for a moment, she got up and quietly closed the window and drew the curtains tightly.
Lying back in bed and closing her eyes, images of Chen Zhui's nose, fingers, and brow bone involuntarily flashed through her mind.
What Shu Shu said was inaccurate, all of which were accurate in Shen Zhui's case.
Ugh, this mind is so prone to overthinking!
Cheng Guo tapped her forehead, fidgeting for a while, then lying down, then turning to her side, until finally, when sleepiness overcame her, she lay down comfortably.
Not long after, with a very slight creak, the door was pushed open, and her lips softened as a hot breath tickled her cheek.
Cheng Guo opened her eyes, barely able to make out the outline of the person in front of her. She pulled the blanket tighter and asked softly, "How did you get in?"
"It's too hot outside," Shen Zhui tugged at his T-shirt, as if the kiss was just a hallucination. "Can I sleep in your room?"
A note from the author:
----------------------
[Laughing and crying with face covered][Laughing and crying with face covered] I fell asleep while writing last night, just finished writing.
See you tomorrow for the next chapter.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
