Chapter 10 "Why are you so fierce?"
After taking a hot shower, Zhu Fan's gaze fell on the neatly folded towel. He reached out his hand, but then withdrew it.
Finally, she chose to tear off the gray bath towel.
She dried her hair until it was no longer dripping wet, then wrapped a gray bath towel around herself.
The mirror was fogged up, making it difficult to see one's face clearly.
As the door opened, air rushed in, and the mirror became clear.
Zhu Fan lifted her foot to leave the bathroom, but when she saw Fang Qizhou sitting on the sofa, she silently withdrew it.
Action precedes consciousness.
She patted herself hard.
There's nothing to hide from, and nothing to be afraid of.
She hid most of her body behind the bathroom door frame and quietly peeked out with half her head.
Fang Qizhou remained seated on the sofa, but his gaze, though light, fell precisely on her.
The girl peeked out, her skin exposed to the air whiter than snow in the third month of winter.
Zhu Fan didn't avoid eye contact and asked in a soft voice, "Fang Qizhou, could you get me a pair of slippers?"
The indoor lights were dimmed considerably, and a warm, yellowish slant of light shone on the man's brows, revealing faint, tired dark circles under his eyes. Perhaps because he had showered and changed into clean clothes, the man's sharp, cold features had softened considerably, instead exuding a relaxed weariness. He looked listless, yet undeniably handsome.
Fang Qizhou's gaze, like the light, was dark and gloomy.
Zhu Fan pursed his lips.
The ground was wet and slippery, which was really uncomfortable.
She thought to herself, "Even an ice cube melts after a hot shower, this person is even less effective than an ice cube after a hot shower."
Seeing Fang Qizhou get up, Zhu Fan hugged her chest and slowly moved towards him. She felt insecure about the bath towel wrapped around her, as if it might fall off at any moment.
Zhu Fan smiled, "Do you like to eat—"
Fang Qizhou stopped in front of her, but as he passed by, he took half a second to leave his slippers behind.
Then he went straight to the kitchen—
Zhu Fan clenched his fists, feeling ignored.
As the saying goes, you can't hit someone who's smiling at you.
Was her smile not sincere or sweet enough?!
Okay, okay, Fang Qizhou, you're the highest definition, you're the highest definition ever.
Zhu Fan stomped hard on her black slippers.
The slippers were too big, and she struggled to walk to the kitchen.
Zhu Fan grinned, staring at Fang Qizhou as he slowly drank his water.
When Fang Qizhou looked over, she quickly put on a sweet and gentle smile.
Fang Qizhou paused in his drinking motion.
Zhu Fan's smile became even sweeter.
Was she looking at Fang Qizhou? No, that was a blood pack, that was her blood pack.
The familiar ringtone of a cell phone rang.
Before taking a shower, Zhu Fan ordered the underwear she needed on her phone. Despite the rain, the delivery guy wasn't late.
The worst part is that food deliveries can't be brought in; I have to go downstairs to pick them up.
The delivery guy's slightly anxious and urging voice made Zhu Fan scratch his head.
Before she could say anything more, the delivery guy had already hung up the phone.
Zhu Fan would never dare to go downstairs to pick up takeout wrapped in a bath towel.
She cast a hopeful glance at Fang Qizhou, "Actually, cool guys with long beaks are even cooler."
"You look more handsome when you're talking than when you're not."
"Do you know what happens to ice cubes? They get put into milk tea and drunk."
After saying these three sentences, Zhu Fan awkwardly dug his feet into the ground.
Fang Qizhou's icy gaze chilled her to the bone.
He probably doesn't think she's just being cute.
Good heavens, Zhu Fan, what on earth is that little mouth of yours babbling about?
Fang Qizhou put down his bottled water, a half-smile on his face. "You want me to go get the takeout?"
The boy's voice was very soft, without any deliberate attempt to create a cold and deep tone, but with a jade-like coolness that penetrated her ears.
Zhu Fan felt that she had deeply ingrained her grandmother's habit of talking nonsense before asking for help.
She nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "I won't let you get my takeout for nothing, I'll cook you some sweet dumplings."
Zhu Fan skillfully opened the freezer compartment. "What kind of glutinous rice balls do you want? Big ones, small ones, or a bag of each?"
Fang Qizhou's gaze made Zhu Fan's heart skip a beat.
Realizing she had rummaged through Fang Qizhou's refrigerator without his permission, Zhu Fan scratched her face awkwardly. She quickly explained, "I saw the note you wrote. It was impolite of me to rummage through your refrigerator, and I apologize. You want to know what glutinous rice balls taste like, right? I was thinking if you had any in your refrigerator, I could cook some for you."
As Zhu Fan spoke, Fang Qizhou's dark eyes remained calm and deep.
She asked tentatively, "Can you taste the flavor of anything I've eaten or touched?"
Fang Qizhou looked down at her, his eyes revealing no emotion.
"Why?"
Zhu Fan let out a sound.
She guessed right.
"Why can I taste the flavor of things you've touched or eaten?"
Zhu Fan lowered her eyelashes when she met Qi Zhou's cold and questioning gaze. She couldn't help but ask in a soft voice, "Doesn't the food you're eating taste like anything?"
He just watched her quietly, one hand resting on the island in the center, and after a long while, he said, "The smell of paper."
Zhu Fan wanted to curse.
When she read the original book, it didn't mention or specify that Fang Qizhou had a problem with his sense of taste.
It wasn't that Fang Qizhou wanted to become mentally ill; it was the world that turned him into a mentally ill person.
She couldn't imagine what it would be like if she were in that situation—she would probably have gone mad long ago.
When Zhu Fan looked up again, his eyes no longer darted away.
She gazed at Fang Qizhou, staring into the boundless darkness behind the man. Even with the city lights shining brightly and the skyscrapers clearly visible, a sense of unreality still arose inexplicably.
"Has it always been like this?"
Fang Qizhou's gaze turned aloof and cold almost instantly.
Oh no, Fang Qizhou is unhappy again.
Zhu Fan placed his palm on the back of Qi Zhou's hand, which was resting on the central island.
Like an electric shock running through my palm, a fine current climbed up my spine—
Zhu Fan cleared her throat and said earnestly, "The texture of glutinous rice balls is chewy, and the filling is sweet. Some glutinous rice balls are filled with black sesame, some are fruit-flavored, and some—"
"Does it feel good?"
Fang Qizhou suddenly spoke up, interrupting Zhu Fan.
Zhu Fan: "Huh?"
Under the dim yellow light, invisible fine particles float in the air.
The overlapping palms were stained with a temperature that did not belong to them.
The palm on the back of her hand was soft and warm, and his image was reflected in the girl's bright pupils.
It's incredibly bright.
Zhu Fan withdrew her large hand from hers, and as she looked at Fang Qizhou, who had left her only with his tall and straight back, her face suddenly flushed.
It seems that he misunderstood her gesture of touching the back of Fang Qizhou's hand.
Honestly, she wasn't taking advantage of him.
She was annoyed; why had she suddenly touched the back of someone's hand?
But just now, if she hadn't grabbed him, it seemed like he really would have disappeared.
That's how she felt at that moment.
"Fang Qizhou,"
Zhu Fan called out to the tall figure who had stopped, "You can eat tangyuan (sweet rice balls) once you get your takeout."
As Fang Qizhou changed his shoes and walked out the door, Zhu Fan called out again.
The tall figure stood in the shadow of the door frame, stopping as the shout rang out.
Zhu Fan couldn't see whether Fang Qizhou had stopped walking or not.
She muttered, "Is it so hard to say something? How rude."
"Not only is he impolite, but he's also unhappy."
"Come on, let's cook some sweet dumplings for the grumpy guy and cheer him up."
Fang Qizhou leaned against the door, occasionally hearing the girl's cheerful self-talk. He pressed the notification button on his phone, which was constantly vibrating.
Xiao Zhou, Dad is waiting for you to come home for dinner.
Driving in the rain is unsafe; the driver is already downstairs at your apartment building.
The fish you wanted is being made by your brother.
Fang Qizhou expressionlessly turned off his phone, put it in his pocket, and strode into the elevator.
Ten minutes later.
The plump, white glutinous rice balls float in the boiling water.
Zhu Fan stirred the boiling water, occasionally peeking towards the door. Her other hand was also busy; she was playing a match-3 game.
When Ming Yazhi's video call popped up, she was about to hang up.
My hands were wet, so I slipped and answered the phone.
“Afan, you have no idea how outrageous Fang Qizhou is. He just said he wanted to eat the sea bass that Fang Qibai made, and Fang Qibai couldn’t go to his important piano performance tonight because of him.”
The sound of someone answering the phone in the kitchen drifted into the living room.
Because of the noise from the range hood, Zhu Fan, who had his back turned, did not hear the click of the door opening.
Ming Yazhi's indignant and angry voice continued from the loudspeaker, "I think Fang Qizhou did it on purpose. He's such a bastard, so inhuman."
Zhu Fan frowned. "What does this have to do with you?"
Ming Yazhi's voice softened, "Afan, I was just worried that you would be in a bad mood."
Zhu Fan served the glutinous rice balls, saying, "I'm in a good mood, I'm hanging up now."
Don't keep her from serving the glutinous rice balls.
As Zhu Fan picked up the glutinous rice balls and turned around, the ringing of her cell phone behind her startled her so much that she almost dropped the bowl.
Fortunately, she managed to restrain herself.
Seeing Fang Qizhou standing in the living room after picking up the takeout, she put the bowl on the island and smiled as she invited him to eat glutinous rice balls, saying, "Why didn't you say anything when you came back? You startled me."
Zhu Fan had no idea that Fang Qizhou had overheard Ming Yazhi's words.
She took the takeout bag from Fang Qizhou and went to the restroom to change her clothes.
Fang Qizhou didn't loosen the takeout bag.
Zhu Fan tugged hard, blinked, and said, "Give it to me."
Fang Qizhou grabbed her wrist.
As the man sat down, the sofa sagged, and Zhu Fan sat face-to-face with Fang Qizhou on his lap.
Fang Qizhou chuckled softly and handed the phone to Zhu Fan.
Fang Qibai called.
Zhu Fan looked at him, puzzled.
Fang Qizhou's long fingers hovered over the screen, a haughty smirk playing on his lips. "You want him to participate in tonight's piano performance?"
Zhu Fan felt awkward in her current position. "What does his piano performance have to do with me?" she struggled to get off Fang Qizhou's lap.
Fang Qizhou's suddenly hardened expression made Zhu Fan realize that he was even more unhappy after bringing back takeout.
The more she struggled in his arms, the more unhappy he seemed.
Zhu Fan lowered her head and obediently sat on his lap.
"Fang Qizhou, you're squeezing my wrist so hard it hurts, could you be a little gentler?"
Why are you so fierce?
As the girl's soft voice faded, Fang Qibai's cold voice came through the phone in Fang Qizhou's hand.
Fang Qizhou.
Fang Qizhou casually tossed his phone onto the sofa. He looked down at Zhu Fan, who had suddenly covered her mouth and lowered her head after hearing Fang Qibai's voice.
She was so afraid of Fang Qibai finding out that she was with him.
Fang Qibai's voice was low and hoarse on the other end of the phone, with occasional coughs.
"Dinner is ready. Dad asked me to invite you back for dinner."
Fang Qizhou seemed not to have heard Fang Qibai's words.
Zhu Fan felt the large hand moving around her waist, and looked up fiercely at Fang Qizhou.
The girl's teary eyes and her shyness made Fang Qizhou frown. "Don't cry."
Fang Qibai's voice suddenly went silent on the other end of the phone.
Zhu Fan subconsciously glanced at her phone.
Fang Qizhou followed her gaze, glanced at his phone casually, and placed his palm on the back of her slender neck.
"Seduce me, climb into my bed, and wait for me."
"Zhu Fan, did you think about the consequences before provoking me?"
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