Chapter 135 Roommate Handbook
Before they knew it, it was their first day living together. The weather was nice and sunny. Last night, Cong Chun had moved his things from the dorm over. The peony and corn-patterned bright red quilt was so festive.
Most importantly, Cong Chun specially brought over his periwinkle.
The periwinkle is now being well taken care of by the boy, and it's completely unrecognizable from its lifeless state in the corner of the flower market before.
Cong Chun also gave this periwinkle a name, "Little Pink," because most of its flowers are pink.
Cong Chun used to name the chicks his grandmother raised, and his names were very simple and straightforward.
What are "Little Yellow", "Little Dot", "Little Black", and "Little White"?
Pigs are named things like "Da Zhuang", "Er Zhuang", and "Xiao Zhuang".
The strawberry pot is still with Mo Xizhi, who is taking care of it, and no one knows how it is doing.
Cong Chun squatted on the ground, packing her luggage, when the boy received a phone call.
Cong Chun answered the phone, his eyes crinkling with joy. He heard from his grandmother that the fertilizer they used to use had resumed production and was now available in town.
Cong Chun carefully placed him on the balcony, watered the periwinkle, and hummed an unknown melody, feeling quite delighted.
The elevator door opened right in front of the apartment; it was Duan Mingxiao returning from training.
The boy was wearing a crisp black windbreaker, exuding a bit of a roguish charm. He had a smooth jawline and well-defined features. He was carrying a bag containing something that Duan Mingxiao had specially ordered for him today—a newly opened Japanese restaurant in Jinghai City.
He was like a hunter who went out hunting and brought back a bountiful catch for his children.
Soon after, a large table of Japanese food was laid out, along with a pair of bowls and chopsticks.
Duan Mingxiao took it all as a celebration.
Although the young master celebrates every day, today is Cong Chun's first day of staying, so naturally he won't miss this day.
Cong Chun picked up the sushi from the plate. He had never eaten Japanese food before, and he wasn't used to eating sashimi. The sushi was small but looked quite delicate, and the presentation was also nice.
He ate with great satisfaction and smiled at the young master.
This, that, and this one, they're all delicious.
After finishing their meal, the two rested for a while, and then Duan Mingxiao led his men into the bedroom.
The young master stood aside and said casually.
"You can sleep here. I usually sleep in this bed too."
"The other rooms don't have mattresses, you definitely won't be used to sleeping there."
[Hmph, finally getting to today's main point!]
Cong Chun actually thought it wouldn't matter whether he slept on the sofa or the floor.
Then, Cong Chun's gaze fell on the glass display case next to him, which contained all sorts of limited-edition racing car models.
The racing car model that he had given to the young master was placed in the very center, making it particularly eye-catching.
A barely perceptible hint of happiness flashed in Cong Chun's eyes.
At this moment, the eldest young master noticed Cong Chun's gaze.
The boy suddenly approached Cong Chun silently from behind.
As if his scheme had succeeded, Duan Mingxiao suddenly wrapped his arms around Cong Chun's back, clinging to the tree trunk like a sloth.
His hot chest pressed against Cong Chun's back.
The young master wrapped his arms around Cong Chun's waist, and Duan Mingxiao lowered his head to the side of Cong Chun's neck, nuzzling against it. The pleasant scent of perfume suddenly approached, carrying a hint of bitterness.
Duan Mingxiao said softly, his voice brimming with obvious pleasure.
"Thank you."
Thank you for the gift and for praising me as the best race car driver.
Thinking of this, Duan Mingxiao couldn't stop smiling.
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then shook his head slightly, indicating that it was alright.
The young master gave him many things, and the grandmother said he should repay the kindness.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun carefully spread out his corn quilt on the bed.
The dark red corn quilt contrasted sharply with Duan Mingxiao's dark gray quilt next to it.
These are two completely different styles.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun noticed a piece of gray cloth next to the young master's pillow.
Cong Chun climbed forward and curiously took it in his hand.
The next second, he realized what it was?
Cong Chun was momentarily stunned and quickly put the things back in their original places.
But then came Duan Mingxiao's questioning voice from behind.
"Stupid Chun, what are you doing?"
Cong Chun was so frightened that his hand trembled and he tore the underwear in his hand.
Duan Mingxiao pretended to widen his eyes, but the boy's eyes didn't show much surprise.
"You idiot Chun, you actually ruined my underwear."
"This is all I have left, these underwear. What am I going to do?"
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow at Cong Chun, a hint of mockery and schadenfreude flashing in the boy's eyes.
Actually, these underwear were already worn out.
It was brand new, but it was too small, and he tore it apart.
The young master had a mischievous thought and wanted to see how Cong Chun would respond, hoping it wouldn't be a perfunctory answer.
He hasn't settled the score with Cong Chun yet since he went to the movies with Xiao Lvcha last time.
Cong Chun held a pair of gray underwear in his hand. Gray underwear tends to look big, but it was already tattered.
As soon as he finished speaking, Cong Chun froze for a moment, looked down at the torn underwear in his hand, and felt a little helpless. Then an idea flashed through his mind.
Without thinking, he blurted it out to Duan Mingxiao.
"Young master, I'll alter my underwear to be bigger for you."
This time, Duan Mingxiao was stunned. He stared intently at Cong Chun's small face for a while.
[This young master really wants to know what's going on in Stupid Chun's head.]
At this moment, Duan Mingxiao remembered today's "highlight program," and the young master pulled out a booklet from somewhere and handed it to Cong Chun.
Cong Chun's gaze fell on the booklet in his hand, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun turned to the first page.
The boy's expression suddenly became somewhat silent and strange.
The following content must be observed by both Duan Mingxiao and Cong Chun.
(You are not allowed to be out of the house before 9 p.m.)
(When replying to someone's message, you must not be perfunctory.)
(Frequent praise for your partner can boost their confidence and help you get along peacefully.)
(Post at least one message related to the other person on your WeChat Moments every month to give them a sense of security.)
(You must not exchange glances or make secret sexual advances with anyone other than the person you are with.)
(Do not ignore the other person, engage in conversation, or give them the silent treatment.)
(Every night, the two must sleep together, and help each other with their physical needs such as kissing and hugging.)
(You must appease the other person when they are angry; you can't be cold and indifferent.)
(Give each other a good morning kiss and a good night kiss every day.)
(Further details are yet to be determined and may be supplemented through discussions between the two parties...)
Chun looked at the words on the booklet, her mind a little dazed.
He glanced up at Duan Mingxiao, who was staring at him shamelessly, completely self-righteous.
"What's wrong?"
Cong Chun shook his head; he could abide by the agreement.
However, he might need to add one more point.
Young master cannot swear.
You should slap someone for swearing.
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