Zhou Rui stared silently at He Muchen as he spoke, his brain seemingly frozen, unsure how to organize his thoughts to communicate with him, whether he should say something or do something.
The kitchen was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Zhou Rui and He Muchen looked at each other, as if waiting for the other to say something.
A loud female voice came from the living room: "He Muchen, you brat, where are you? Come out here! You didn't even bother to give the pastries to your sister-in-law first when you came back, so my brother had to come and get them for me."
"Seriously, I must have owed you men from the He family money in my past life. You're all making me suffer every day."
The two, who were originally in an awkward situation in the kitchen, took the opportunity to try to push He Muchen away, but He Muchen had no intention of leaving and instead used his body to imprison him.
He Zitong went to He Muchen's room to look for him. When she opened the door, she didn't see He Muchen. She muttered under her breath, "You brat, the shoes are still at home. Where did you go?"
Sitting on the cupboard, Zhou Rui blushed and said nervously in a low voice, "This isn't good. You should put me down first. Your sister needs to talk to you."
"No rush, you haven't responded to me yet," He Muchen said calmly.
Zhou Rui stammered nervously, "I...what...haven't responded to you yet?"
Seeing Zhou Rui's nervousness, He Muchen deliberately surrounded him, leaving no gaps between them, to tease the tense Zhou Rui:
"Honey, I've answered your question, shouldn't you give me some kind of response?"
Outside the kitchen, He Zitong suppressed her temper and shouted loudly from inside the house, "He Muchen, I'm counting to three. If you don't come out now, I'm burning this house down!"
Zhou Rui pushed He Muchen's shoulder and said shyly, "He Muchen, you should get out of here."
He Muchen pinched Zhou Rui's nose and teased, "Wife, you're something else, calling me by my full name. I'm going to get angry."
"What will it take for you to put me down?"
Before He Muchen could say anything, Zhou Rui hooked his arm around He Muchen's neck, closed his eyes, and kissed him.
However, she quickly released He Muchen and asked him in a low voice, "Is this okay?"
"No, what if I'm still angry?" He Muchen teased Zhou Rui deliberately, because he hadn't really gotten a taste of it yet.
He Zitong, who was outside the door, had already counted to three and was dialing He Muchen's number on her phone. The phone that was placed aside rang, and a pleasant sound came from the kitchen into the bedroom.
Zhou Rui watched as the phone beside him played music incessantly, and tears welled up in his eyes with anxiety.
Seeing Zhou Rui crying, He Muchen instantly wiped the smile off his face, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of Zhou Rui's eyes, saying, "I'm sorry..."
He Zitong followed the sound to the kitchen, opened the door, and yelled, "He Muchen, you brat, are your ears just for show? You actually...pretended to be deaf to me..."
Looking at He Muchen and Zhou Rui's somewhat ambiguous posture in the kitchen, He Zitong asked, "What are you doing?"
He Muchen turned his head calmly and said, "Nothing, sis. The pastries are on my table in my room. Go get them yourself."
After He Muchen finished speaking, he turned his head and continued to stare at Zhou Rui, his entire gaze fixed on Zhou Rui. He felt guilty, wondering if he had gone too far with him just now.
Speechless, He Zitong walked over to them and grabbed He Muchen's ear: "He Muchen, have we been too indulgent with you? You actually did this in broad daylight..."
"Sister, let go! We haven't done anything right!" He Muchen said in pain.
"I didn't do it because I arrived just in time and interrupted you."
"You young people doing that kind of thing, can't you even consider whether the environment here is hygienic?"
Zhou Rui, listening to the siblings' conversation, felt utterly embarrassed, but still wanted to explain, so he interrupted:
“Sister He Muchen, I think you’ve misunderstood. We were just discussing a problem.”
He Zitong excitedly looked Zhou Rui up and down: "Whose communication problem is this, sitting on the cabinet to talk?"
Zhou Rui blushed and explained awkwardly, "No, He Muchen thinks I'm too short, so he made me sit on the cabinet so he wouldn't have to bend down to talk to me."
He Zitong looked at He Muchen and sighed deeply. This was something He Muchen would do: "He Muchen, do you know that you'll never be able to find a wife if you keep doing this?"
He Muchen looked at Zhou Rui, who was very good at explaining, and smiled: No wonder Wang Chenhan said that his wife was eloquent; this description is very apt.
He Muchen leaned down and whispered in Zhou Rui's ear, "I'll come over later and have a proper talk with you."
He Muchen smiled and pushed He Zitong outside, muttering, "Sister, don't worry, I'll definitely find a wife."
Zhou Rui watched silently as the siblings walked out of the kitchen, then breathed a sigh of relief, climbed down from the cupboard, and leaned against it.
He Zitong was pushed out of the kitchen by He Muchen and taken to He Muchen's bedroom, where He Muchen handed her the pastries.
He Zitong patted his shoulder: "My dear brother, when did you become so thirsty?"
"No, we were really discussing something, but you came at a really bad time and disturbed us," He Muchen said coldly.
"Also, sis, next time you come, please call me in advance."
Without any hesitation, He Zitong slapped the pastry box in her hand directly onto the back of He Muchen's head: "He Muchen, can't you at least rehearse your lie before you start? Your sister isn't stupid, okay?"
"Who discusses things in that manner?"
"I only said that to save face for my sister-in-law. Do you really think I don't know what kind of person you are?"
"A man who is secretly passionate but actually secretly horny."
He Muchen rubbed the back of his head and said aggrievedly, "Sis, can you please stop hitting people? Stop hitting the back of the head all the time, it'll make you stupid."
"What, if I don't hit you, do you even remember who you are?"
"Sis, I've always known who I am, so could you please grab the pastries and leave quickly?" He Muchen said, feeling wronged.
Seeing her younger brother's eagerness to get rid of her, He Zitong was even less inclined to leave. She sat down on the sofa with ill intent and crossed her legs.
"I'm not leaving today. I can't let my younger brother harm an innocent boy."
Looking at He Zitong, who was still refusing to leave, He Muchen said helplessly, "Isn't your sister-in-law in a hurry to eat pastries? You should go quickly, otherwise, if your brother blames us, none of us will have a good time."
"It's alright. When my older brother comes to me, I'll just say that I'm disciplining our dear younger brother to prevent him from doing anything wrong. My older brother definitely won't blame me."
"Also, He Muchen, are you two in a relationship? You're already trying to make a move on this innocent little rabbit."
He Muchen was truly wronged. He hadn't even eaten any rabbit meat yet, and he didn't even know if it tasted good, but he was being misunderstood as having eaten it.
"Sigh, we were just about to discuss whether or not to try dating, and before your brother even got any results, you interrupted us."
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