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Shen Anxia thought for a moment. The room on the east side had a separate bathroom and a huge desk. There seemed to be a matching sofa and coffee table on the balcony where she could sit and sunbathe. It was just that there were fewer cabinets, but that didn't matter. She had a simple clothes rack. Besides, once she started her job and things were stable, her injuries probably wouldn't be as noticeable as they were now. She would also need to explain to Zhao Ping and Shen Ke that she was going back to work in Yi'an, so she would have to go back home to live.
She thought that before she could secure the principal position at the Yi'an Dance Troupe, she should stay with Yang Zheng temporarily. After all, Zhao Ping and Shen Ke had already worried too much about her job, and she didn't want her parents to be constantly anxious. Besides, in the sweltering summer heat, her clothes were too short to cover her injuries.
"Then let's go with the one on the east side."
Seemingly surprised that Shen Anxia chose the room furthest from his own bedroom, Yang Zheng looked at her with a helpless expression. He stared at her for a while, and when he saw that she had started unpacking the boxes after saying that, completely unaware of his emotions, he sighed and said, "Go up and take a look at that room. You can put it there directly after I move it up."
Shen Anxia didn't even look up, tearing off the tape on the box: "Let's move the smaller items together."
"Chen, An, Xia." Yang Zheng's voice came softly from above.
Shen Anxia paused for a moment. Whenever Yang Zheng called her by her full name, it meant something was up.
She slowly raised her head to look at Yang Zheng, her eyes full of questions.
Yang Zheng took Shen Anxia's hand and led her upstairs: "Have you forgotten that you're still injured? And that your boyfriend is a real man?"
Shen Anxia immediately understood Yang Zheng's meaning and readily replied, "I haven't forgotten, Yang~ pure man~ Zheng."
"Then let's go to the bedroom and see what we don't like, and decorate it accordingly."
Drawn by Yang Zheng upstairs, Shen Anxia stumbled along, and Yang Zheng simply picked her up and carried her to the easternmost bedroom, placing her on a stool at the foot of the bed.
Shen Anxia hadn't looked closely before, but now that she was moving in, she carefully examined everything from head to toe.
To the left of the entrance is a separate bathroom, decorated in a creamy white French style. Yang Zheng pushed open the bathroom door, went inside, and opened the window for ventilation.
Shen Anxia followed behind him, standing at the bathroom door and looking inside. Her eyes were filled with obvious surprise. Choosing the easternmost room was indeed a wise decision. Even the bathroom had a window, and the space was large, with a wet and dry separation design.
Looking inside, the bedroom faces the sun. Perhaps because Yang Zheng had never stayed in this room before, white gauze curtains hung down, covering the two huge floor-to-ceiling windows. It was midday, and sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, dappling the carpet by the window and casting some indistinct shadows. Yang Zheng walked over, pulled back the curtains, and opened the window to let in some fresh air. The sweltering air, carrying the smell of intense sunlight, immediately rushed in.
"It can be controlled by voice or by remote." Yang Zheng took the remote from the bench at the foot of the bed and handed it to Shen Anxia.
Shen Anxia was unusually fond of this bedroom at this moment.
"Do you like this bed?" Yang Zheng asked.
Shen Anxia looked at the bed, which matched the overall French architectural style. There was an elegant bedside table at the head of the bed, and a mattress with the plastic still attached at the foot of the bed. The size of the bed seemed to be the same as her four-piece bedding set. Shen Anxia asked, "If I don't like the bed, can I move it?"
“Hmm, the bed next to mine is a bit bigger than this one, and it’s also unopened. It should be more comfortable to sleep on. I’ll move that one over here.” Yang Zheng said, hands on his hips.
"No need, I was just teasing you," Shen Anxia said. "I really like this one."
"Then let's sleep on this one." Hearing this, Yang Zheng started to remove the plastic wrap and asked, "What about the others? If there's anything you don't like, I'll move it away."
A crystal chandelier hangs above the foot of the bed, and to the north is a creamy white wall—no, a row of built-in wardrobes.
Shen Anxia stepped forward with surprise and opened the cabinet door. She had thought there was no wardrobe in this bedroom, but she didn't expect it to be hidden here: "There is a wardrobe in this room! I thought there wasn't one."
"You just found out? Then why did you choose this room?" Yang Zheng removed the plastic wrap from the bed, closed the window, and turned on the air conditioner.
"It has a bathroom!"
"The bedrooms all have their own bathrooms."
"Really? I didn't notice. I remember the bathroom was right by the entrance when I visited last time."
"Now that you know, do you still want to stay in this room?" Yang Zheng asked.
"Let's stay here, I really like it."
Should this desk be placed here?
"Just put it here, it's fine."
Yang Zheng looked at the wall behind the desk and asked Shen Anxia, "How do you want to design this wall?"
Seeing that Yang Zheng was discussing this topic very seriously, Shen Anxia couldn't help but remind him, "I'll just stay here for a while. It will be more convenient to go home after things settle down."
“I know, but you can think about it first. It will take a long time from renovation to moving in.”
Shen Anxia remained silent for half a minute. Yang Zheng assumed she was thinking about the design plan and wanted to go downstairs to get the cardboard box.
"If you don't like the renovation after it's finished, will you have to tear it down and redo it?" Shen Anxia asked Yang Zheng after thinking about it.
Yang Zheng didn't understand Shen Anxia's meaning and asked her in return, "You don't like it now that it's all set up?"
"I mean, if you don't like it."
Yang Zheng suddenly realized, cupped Shen Anxia's face and rubbed it a couple of times, and said with a smile, "You'll be living here from now on, whatever you like."
"Well, I'll let you know if I have any ideas."
Yang Zheng nodded: "I'll go downstairs to get the box. Your ankle isn't fully healed yet, so sit for a while and think about how to arrange your things."
Then they went downstairs and soon brought up Shen Anxia's several boxes.
Shen Anxia was putting on a four-piece bedding set. Yang Zheng washed his hands and helped her put on the duvet cover. They hung up the clothes, and sorted out the ornaments, daily necessities, and books. After they were almost done tidying up, Yang Zheng tidied up the room next to Shen Anxia's and moved there.
Shen Anxia: "..."
While Yang Zheng was tidying up the bedroom next door, Shen Anxia took a shower, dried her hair, and saw that Yang Zheng hadn't come over yet, so she figured he hadn't finished tidying up and wanted to help him.
Pushing open the door, Shen Anxia found that Yang Zheng was not in the bedroom. She saw that he had already made the bed, and there was a set of casual clothes on the bed. Shen Anxia hung up the clothes and then saw that the things on the bedside table were still piled up there.
He walked over and squatted down by the bed to tidy up the bedside table. Behind him, the doorknob of the bathroom turned, and Yang Zheng came out.
Shen Anxia subconsciously turned around, her gaze meeting Yang Zheng's.
Yang Zheng was shirtless, with a white bath towel loosely wrapped around his crotch. He saw Shen Anxia squatting by his bedside, her snow-white and slender waist partially exposed as she squatted, her lower back curving deeply and alluringly.
He paused for a moment while drying his hair, only then realizing that he was wearing a bath towel.
The air was so still that even breathing was extremely noticeable.
This was the first time Yang Zheng had exposed his entire upper body to Shen Anxia. She had seen other men shirtless before, but Yang Zheng's physique was too good. His lean muscles were perfectly defined, neither bulging with muscles nor weak and emaciated. Every muscle seemed to breathe, full of vitality.
Shen Anxia stared blankly at Yang Zheng, watching his sexy Adam's apple move up and down. A drop of water slid from his neck, across his collarbone, and down to his chest, pausing briefly at the lines of his abdominal muscles before rolling away and across the creases of his abs. His abdomen rose and fell slightly, and the drop of water continued to fall with the movement, finally landing in the towel around his waist.
In the dappled sunlight of the setting sun, Yang Zheng exuded sexual tension. Shen Anxia felt an unbearable thirst in her throat and swallowed hard, the sound so loud that Yang Zheng could hear it clearly.
Seeing Shen Anxia staring at him with a look of utter astonishment in her large eyes, Yang Zheng moved his chin from side to side, trying hard to suppress the smile on his lips, and asked Shen Anxia, "What are you doing?"
The question snapped Shen Anxia back to reality. Realizing her lapse in composure, her cheeks flushed red. She quickly turned away, frantically arranging the items on the bedside table haphazardly, stammering, "I'm...I'm...I'm tidying up, the bed...the bedside table..."
Yang Zheng saw that Shen Anxia's ears and the back of her neck were bright red as she turned her back to him. She lowered her head and vigorously rubbed her hair a couple of times, laughing silently and heartily. She threw the towel onto the clothes rack next to her and asked, "Where are the clothes from the bed?"
"It's in, in, in the closet." Shen Anxia was extremely embarrassed and rearranged the items on the bedside table over and over again.
Seeing that Shen Anxia was so embarrassed she wanted to crawl into his bedside table, Yang Zheng, afraid she would feel even more awkward, silently laughed as he reopened the wardrobe, took out clothes, and went back to the bathroom behind him to change.
Shen Anxia listened intently to Yang Zheng's movements. When she heard a sound coming from the bathroom door, she quietly turned around and glanced around. She found that Yang Zheng had indeed entered the bathroom. Her tense muscles relaxed immediately, she breathed a sigh of relief, and slumped to the floor, covering her face with her hands. Realizing that Yang Zheng might come back out soon, she pushed off with her feet, stood up, and limped back to her room.
When Yang Zheng came out of the bathroom after changing his clothes, Shen Anxia was no longer in the bedroom.
Upon reaching the next room and seeing Shen Anxia's tightly closed bedroom door, Yang Zheng gently knocked.
"Please come in."
Pushing open the door, a strong scent of blood-activating and stasis-removing essential oil wafted out. Shen Anxia, with her back to me, sat on the edge of the bed massaging her ankles. From this angle, you could still see that her ears and neck were still pink and rosy.
Yang Zheng strode over, took the essential oil from Shen Anxia's hand, poured it into his palm and rubbed it to warm it up, then pressed down on her ankle and massaged it little by little.
"Does it hurt?"
"I feel a little uncomfortable, let me apply some medicine as a precaution."
Yang Zheng frowned slightly, thinking that Shen Anxia hadn't rested at all all day. She started moving house as soon as she got up in the morning, and even went to see Shen Anyi in the middle of the move. She was afraid that Shen Anyi would notice something was wrong, so she kept walking normally. After returning, she kept tidying up the house. He was afraid that she was not just "a little uncomfortable" at the moment.
"I need to rest from now on, otherwise my ankle will get worse."
Shen Anxia hummed in agreement.
"What do you want for dinner?" Yang Zheng asked.
"I don't want to eat anymore. I've been eating all the time without doing anything these past few days, and I've even gained weight."
"He's not fat at all; he's as thin as a sheet of paper." Yang Zheng disagreed with this statement.
Shen Anxia explained earnestly: "Before you actually gain weight, you will feel like your whole body is swollen. After you feel swollen, you will gain weight."
Seeing how serious Shen Anxia was, Yang Zheng also thought about it seriously. Shen Anxia's profession did not allow her to gain too much weight, otherwise losing weight would not only harm her health, but also affect her mood.
"There are shrimp in the fridge. How about we make some boiled shrimp and cook a couple of ears of corn? It won't make you fat," Yang Zheng suggested after thinking for a moment.
"Then, I'll only eat three shrimp."
"Add half an ear of corn."
After Yang Zheng finished massaging Shen Anxia, he took a wet wipe to clean his hands, then picked her up and carried her out.
"Huh???" Shen Anxia exclaimed in surprise as her center of gravity shifted instantly.
“I told you you can’t walk anymore, otherwise your foot injury will keep recurring and you won’t be able to dance for a long time.”
Shen Anxia wrapped her arms tightly around Yang Zheng's neck: "..."
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