"Hey, who farted and hit you again?" Zhou Siyu waved her hand. "Come and help me up."
"snort."
Yu Wei gave a haughty snort, stepped forward, picked up Zhou Siyu and carried her to the sofa, holding her tightly in his arms.
"Stop fooling around, I'm hungry."
Why did you give my hard-earned money as a tip to the waiter?
"Because I'm angry," Zhou Siyu said defiantly, her neck stiff with arrogance. "Who told you to try and distance yourself from me?"
"I……"
Yu Wei was speechless for a moment. It seemed true, he was the one who said first that he and the idiot were not the same person, and that he didn't like Zhou Siyu.
"Why did you stop?"
"Anyway, you're not allowed to give away anything I give you to anyone else in the future," Yu Wei pouted. "Not even money."
"I don't lack money."
“That won’t do either.” Yu Wei thought for a moment. “I don’t think I’ve given you the betrothal gifts yet.”
"Oh ho, you've remembered now?"
“I’ve wanted to, but you never really intended to live with me.” Yu Wei lowered her eyes. “Besides… it seems like all my money went into buying houses.”
"You remembered?"
Zhou Siyu looked at Yu Wei expectantly. If he could remember everything, he could be thrown back into the Allied Army.
“No, just some odds and ends.” Yu Wei shook his head. “But I seem to remember buying a ring, I don’t know if I’ve given it to him or not.”
He was like a child abandoned on the street, disappointed, helpless, and confused, not knowing where to go or where he came from.
“You didn’t deliver it.” Zhou Siyu’s heart ached terribly. She raised her hand. “But I found it.”
"It's so beautiful."
Yu Wei kissed Zhou Siyu's hand and smiled like a child.
Zhou Siyu was almost moved to tears, but then she heard Yu Wei suddenly blurt out a sentence.
"Wow, I have such good taste."
Zhou Siyu abruptly stopped the tears from flowing, withdrew his hand, and rolled his eyes. He shouldn't have expected Yu Wei to say anything romantic.
After breakfast, Yu Wei very attentively brought a comb to comb Zhou Siyu's hair.
"Yu Wei!" Zhou Siyu hissed, "You're hurting me!"
Zhou Siyu snatched the comb away, telling him that if he kept combing, he'd be bald sooner or later.
"Sorry, I've never combed anyone's hair before."
Yu Wei looked around and fixed his gaze on a small bottle.
"What's this?"
"Essential oil, for applying to hair."
"I'll help you..."
"Need not."
Okay.
Yu Wei, looking hurt, squatted in the corner and drew circles with his head down.
"Alright, alright, come help me." Zhou Siyu couldn't stand seeing him like this. "Do you know how to use it?"
Yu Wei shook his head, and Zhou Siyu sighed, "First, pour the essential oil into your hands, rub it to warm it up, and then apply it to the ends of your hair, understand?"
"Uh-huh."
Yu Wei nodded and clumsily did as Zhou Siyu said.
"Yu Wei! What are you doing again?"
Zhou Siyu was furious and wished he could kick the useless and troublesome Yu Wei out the door. Pulling his hair was bad enough, but he even dared to play with it.
"Your hair is so soft and fluffy." Yu Wei awkwardly withdrew his hand, chuckled, "I couldn't help but..." and gave it a squeeze.
"You really are something." Zhou Siyu sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Go get my clothes, you can at least do that, right?"
"OK."
Yu Wei ran excitedly to the wardrobe, opened it, and began carefully matching clothes.
Zhou Siyu tied her hair into a high ponytail, turned around, and found that Yu Wei had dug out all the clothes and put them on the bed.
"Yu Wei!" Zhou Siyu grabbed Yu Wei by the back of his collar and pulled him to the bedside. "Are you trying to drive me crazy?"
"No," Yu Wei pointed to the clothes, "I've already put together a perfect outfit for you."
"You'd wear this outfit?"
Zhou Siyu sighed, "Yu Wei has a problem with his aesthetic sense!"
He could tolerate a light yellow top with white pants, a green shirt with dark blue pants, and even a green shirt with a red suit. But could someone tell him why this dark purple coat was paired with black pants? And dark brown leather shoes at that!
Has Yu Wei's aesthetic sense been eaten by a dog?
"I think it's great..."
Yu Wei tried to argue, but Zhou Siyu's glare made him shudder, and he shrank back, no longer daring to speak.
"never mind."
Zhou Siyu pulled a white sweatshirt and a pair of jeans from the pile of clothes, and carried them into the bathroom. "Find me a denim jacket, and tidy up these clothes while you're at it."
If Yu Wei hadn't dug it out, he really wouldn't have remembered that he had bought a bunch of colorful clothes.
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