judge
Zhu Shiyi turned his head for a moment and widened his eyes slightly.
Pan Yue... what did he say?
“What I mean is,” Pan Yue looked away, “it’s too late, it’s not safe. If you go back and wash up now, it will be at least two o’clock.”
He touched the side of his neck, which was slightly flushed and looked a little unnatural. "I have a guest room at home. It can be locked, but I don't have a key. You... don't need to worry."
Zhu Shiyi blinked.
She didn't think anything of it in a negative way.
"...Is it convenient?" The desire in my heart blurted out.
However, it seems she should think about things in a different light when faced with a man's invitation.
Zhu Shiyi secretly despised himself for forgetting his roots by being attracted to women.
Where is the bottom line? Where is the restraint?
Pan Yue let out a soft sigh: "Convenient."
Zhu Shiyi's expression shifted slightly: "Then... I'll trouble you for one night."
Perhaps the cooking wine in the marinated meat was intoxicating, or perhaps the porridge she cooked was poisonous; otherwise, how could she have gone mad?
......
“These are new,” Pan Yue said, handing Zhu Shiyi towels and toiletries. “Just call me if you need anything else.”
Looking at the pink towel in her hand, Zhu Shiyi was slightly taken aback: "...Why do you have towels like this in your house?"
Her mouth was agape, in disbelief.
What other girls lived in Pan Yue's house?
Perhaps sensing her thoughts, Pan Yue's eyes were deep and thoughtful: "I bought it for my mother."
Zhu Shiyi understood in an instant: "Oh, oh."
She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Does your mother come often?"
Occasionally.
Zhu Shiyi nodded. No wonder he had to stay in this room with several rooms all by himself; it turned out that the rooms were reserved for his family.
After washing up, Pan Yue covered himself lightly with a blanket and lay down on the sofa.
Zhu Shiyi approached with unconsciously light steps, touched Pan Yue's forehead, and found that he still had a fever.
Zhu Shiyi tucked the blanket in, rummaged through the medicine bag to find a fever-reducing patch, tore it open, leaned against the sofa, and gently moved closer to Pan Yue.
His eyelashes fluttered slightly as they brushed against her fingertips.
Zhu Shiyi instinctively pulled away from his sensitive fingers, focused her mind, and applied a fever-reducing patch to his skin.
When retreating, it felt like a hundred claws were scratching at my heart, an unbearable itch.
Her heart pounded, she held her breath, and reached out her hand.
A touch of softness lingers on your fingertips.
She gently stroked his eyelashes, the tips of the hairs pricking her fingertips, causing a slight tickle. She flicked her finger, subtly teasing his long eyelashes.
As if sensing something, Pan Yue slowly opened his eyes.
Their eyes met.
Zhu Shiyi forgot to breathe.
He half-opened his eyes, his pupils dark and unfathomable, like an endless deep sea, both real and illusory, concealing infinite mysteries.
“Um,” Zhu Shiyi abruptly looked away and sat up straight in an instant, “I see you still have a fever, so I’ll put a fever-reducing patch on you.”
A sound escaped from his throat in response. Pan Yue lowered his eyes, suppressing the turmoil in them, and raised his hand to touch his forehead.
"Hey!" Zhu Shiyi grabbed Pan Yue's wrist with quick reflexes. "It's already been put on, don't tear it off."
Pan Yue chuckled: "Alright then."
He never intended to tear it up.
The two returned to their respective rooms.
Lying on Pan Yue's bed, with soft pillows and warm blankets, Zhu Shiyi rolled around a couple of times under the covers, then took a deep breath. It smelled of warm cotton and sunshine.
Zhu Shiyi closed his eyes comfortably.
A teenage girl living in a man's house—that's really strange.
Logically speaking, Zhu Shiyi should be too nervous to sleep.
But surprisingly, he slept soundly through the night.
The desires of the soul are the prophets of destiny; life comes from desire.
Ignoring societal rules, she simply wanted to stay with him.
Considering common sense and social norms, she absolutely believed in Pan Yue.
--
"Are you awake?" A knock sounded at the door.
Zhu Shiyi was half asleep, humming a few times in her daze, with a slightly coquettish nasal tone.
Outside the door, Pan Yue remained silent.
He closed his eyes, sighed softly, and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.
"Get up." He said softly, without his own voice.
Zhu Shiyi finally opened her eyes, and everything in front of her was unfamiliar. She instantly became aware of her surroundings.
"good!"
Yes, she was at Pan Yue's house.
As if hearing her response, the footsteps outside the door gradually faded away.
......
My eyelids still feel so heavy.
...a type of plant.
Grandpa, it's Friday today, I have to go to work.
Zhu Shiyi glanced at her phone. She was supposed to start work at nine, and it was 8:10 now. She had fifteen minutes to get ready, twenty minutes for commuting, and at most, she could linger for another ten minutes or so.
She closed her eyes peacefully.
Ten minutes later, I was woken up by a knock on the door.
......
At the dining table.
A plate of plump, juicy strawberries sits gracefully on top.
Pan Yue served two bowls of noodles, their aroma filling the air, steaming hot.
Zhu Shiyi turned his head to the side; a few wisps of lingering warmth still remained by the stove.
Pan Yue naturally pulled out two chairs: "Awake?"
“No,” Zhu Shiyi’s vision went black, and she sat down. “No matter how much I wanted to get out of bed today, I just fainted.”
Pan Yue smiled and his chest trembled slightly: "Then why are your eyes still open?"
"Because I am a proletarian, I have a heart that loves labor."
Pan Yue lowered his eyes and shook his head.
"Are you still burning up?" Zhu Shiyi stopped teasing and leaned down slightly to touch Pan Yue's forehead. "It seems like you're a little better now."
"I took my temperature this morning, it was 36.7 degrees Celsius," Pan Yue said.
Zhu Shiyi was relieved: "Your high fever subsided overnight. You're really healthy."
“You are still more capable,” Pan Yue’s voice was no longer hoarse, and it regained its usual clarity. “You worked hard last night.”
Zhu Shiyi's face felt a little hot.
She was secretly thrilled and excited, but the abstract words just slipped out: "My greatest ability is to lie still, and my best skill is to give up completely."
Pan Yue's brow twitched slightly, as if he had taken it seriously: "Take half a day off to catch up on sleep."
"Then forget it," Zhu Shiyi waved her hand. "Taking leave will result in a pay cut. I need to support my lipstick business, my delivery business, and my takeout business."
"I'll make up your wages."
Zhu Shiyi was stunned. After thinking it over, she still refused: "Forget it, I haven't finished my project yet."
Just talking nonsense.
Most importantly, you can't leave the impression of being a lazy person in front of your boss or someone you like.
Pan Yue didn't say much. He opened the chili sauce, scooped out a spoonful, and put it into the noodle bowl.
"Have breakfast and take my car to the company."
"Oh, okay," Zhu Shiyi said, not adding any chili sauce, but eating plain egg noodles in broth. "Just put me down a little further away."
Otherwise, if you run into a colleague in the parking garage, you'll have no way to explain yourself.
Although it wasn't explicitly stated, Pan Yue clearly understood, and he nodded: "Okay."
Pan Yue found a nearby spot and put Zhu Shiyi down.
"I'm going up now." Zhu Shiyi waved goodbye, looked around, and not seeing any familiar faces, she turned and walked into the office building.
Behind him.
A car rolled down its window, and the driver pulled down his sunglasses, squinting as he followed the black Mercedes that Pan Yue was driving away.
......
The marketing department remains busy.
"Li Xuan, remember, the official WeChat account." He Qiong came to urge him on the progress.
Li Xuan replied, "Yes, Minister He, it will be ready soon."
Zhu Shiyi pondered to herself that He Qiong had asked Li Xuan to do this job a few days ago, but he was probably too busy to get it done yet. Now that he was even busier, Li Xuan would definitely leave such a basic and boring task as organizing the public account to her.
Li Xuan seemed to glance at her.
It's all about social etiquette, so Zhu Shiyi took the initiative to say, "Brother Xuan, leave it to me."
"No need!" Li Xuan pushed his hand away directly, smiling gently. "I can do it. You just do what you're doing."
Zhu Shiyi was stunned: "Oh."
Why is Li Xuan suddenly being so nice?
Ever since Li Xuan was exposed for stealing credit, his attitude towards her has been lukewarm. When Zhu Shiyi occasionally goes to ask him for advice, he just gives her a few casual words.
Otherwise, Zhu Shiyi wouldn't have needed to consult Zhong Qi.
However, Zhu Shiyi didn't care about Li Xuan's thoughts. Having one less task was a good thing, so why make things difficult for himself?
--
Pan Yue's office.
“The plan is finalized,” Lin Changren said, tossing down a stack of documents. “Finally, I can take a breather. My eyes are about to go blurry from looking at so many documents lately.”
Pan Yue pulled over the file and flipped through it: "Okay, this Boss Wang is the most difficult to deal with."
"It's nothing," Lin Changren waved his hand. "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
Pan Yue spent most of yesterday in the marketing department. Lin Changren noticed something was wrong with Pan Yue yesterday.
“I went to the hospital, nothing serious.” Mentioning this, Pan Yue couldn’t help but think of Zhu Shiyi.
After weighing his interactions with others, he gleaned a new piece of information:
She might like him a little bit too.
At least, she shouldn't be averse to his approach.
“That day,” Pan Yue turned his swivel chair around, looking somewhat uncomfortable, “you said you wanted to take the initiative.”
"What do you mean by active or passive?" Lin Changren didn't react for a moment.
“…” Pan Yue covered his face and coughed.
"Oh!" Lin Changren suddenly realized, "You want to pursue Shi Yi?"
Pan Yue inexplicably found the two words Lin Changren uttered particularly grating.
"Hmm." He suppressed his emotions.
Lin Changren's eyes lit up. He stopped rushing and pulled up a chair to sit down, casually crossing his legs. A playful smile played on his lips. "How do you think I should take the initiative?"
Pan Yue: ......
He pondered for a moment: "...like a post on WeChat Moments."
Lin Changren: ?
“What kind of initiative is this?” he thought Pan Yue was crazy. “You should at least leave a comment.”
Pan Yue hummed softly.
The real-name registration for liking his posts has nothing to do with him; isn't her sharing of her life on WeChat Moments proactive enough?
Besides, he'd been ordering her for months, ever since the night she started singing at the bar—
Just give her a little.
Isn't this considered taking initiative?
Looking at Pan Yue, who was so taciturn, Lin Changren sighed and said, "Forget it, asking you is pointless."
“First step,” he said, taking out his phone and tapping it on the table, “change your landscape profile picture.”
Pan Yue was slightly taken aback: "Why?"
“For no reason,” Lin Changren said, moving his fingertips, “with this old man’s profile picture, girls will lose interest before they even start chatting with you.”
Pan Yue seemed to be deep in thought.
"...Then what should I change to?"
"Check WeChat," Lin Changren said, waving his phone. "I've sent them all to you. Pick one."
Pan Yue opened WeChat.
Lin Changren posted about ten profile pictures, including anime, real-life, color, and black and white ones, and without exception, they were all of handsome men.
Pan Yue didn't like any of them.
“Second,” Lin Changren continued, preoccupied with his teaching, “invite her out.”
"You can leave now." Pan Yue stood up and opened the office door.
Absolutely impossible.
This is extremely offensive.
......
In the evening, Pan Yue was at home. After finishing his work, he casually scrolled through his WeChat Moments.
The single dog posted a new message on his WeChat Moments: 【[Link] Cheer Chen - Minuet】.
Pan Yue subconsciously gave it a thumbs up and then clicked on the song link.
He didn't understand music, but he thought this song was especially beautiful.
He remembered that the first time he heard her sing, she sang a song by Cheer Chen.
After a moment's consideration, Pan Yue's fingertips moved slightly, and he commented: "You really like this singer?"
He immediately put down his phone, got out of bed, put on his slippers, walked to the living room, and opened the refrigerator.
...He brushed his teeth.
After closing the refrigerator, Pan Yue paced back and forth, sometimes arranging the cups, sometimes looking at the Lego.
Pan Yue's heart was in turmoil. He took a deep breath, went back to his room, and turned on his phone.
The phone was eerily quiet.
He threw it away again and left the room.
Suddenly remembering something, Pan Yue returned to his room and opened a package.
......
Twenty minutes later.
Zhu Shiyi still didn't reply.
Pan Yue was restless.
He opened his chat with Zhu Shiyi; the chat history was set in the afternoon.
Zhu Shiyi first sent him a daily report.
Finally, she said, "I'm not going to the gym today. I'm still on my period, and you've just recovered from your illness, so you should rest."
Pan Yue couldn't contain his curiosity.
What exactly is she doing?
Another hour passed, and there was complete silence on WeChat.
Pan Yue was overwhelmed with emotion.
Is she ignoring him?
Or... was his intention too obvious?
...Was what he said too boring?
He wanted to retract the comment, but then felt that such an action would only make things more obvious.
Pan Yue understood himself. His strength lay in rationality, in weighing options and making judgments.
In business, his judgment is rarely wrong;
But when he faced Zhu Shiyi, he thought that his judgment might have been wrong.
Logically, after making a mistake, one should stop immediately.
Pan Yue suddenly had an impulse—
I really want to delete Zhu Shiyi.
He closed his eyes tightly.
That's inappropriate; it's too obvious.
He sighed softly.
Forget it, I can't bear to; he can't fool himself.
He is no longer himself—
To be obsessed with things beyond one's control.
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