"Zhou Ping?" Chu Changliu entered the bedroom carrying a glass of water.
Zhou Ping was reading a book. The soft, warm yellow light from the desk lamp softened his angular face.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up towards the door. "Hmm?"
Chu Changliu placed the water on the cabinet and reached out to unbutton his clothes.
"I'm going to take a shower first." After quickly stripping himself clean, Chu Changliu wrapped a towel around his waist and turned to go to the bathroom.
The sound of pattering water reached Zhou Ping's ears, and he lowered his head again to read.
The Shang family has a study filled with books, including novels that Zhou Ping loves to read. After getting permission from Shang Yunze, he brought over a few of them.
He read another dozen or so pages, and when he felt he had read enough, he took a bookmark and placed it where he had left off, then got up to find a hairdryer.
He found it quickly, and by the time Chu Changliu came out still wrapped in a bath towel, he had already plugged in the hair dryer.
Chu Changliu roughly wiped his wet hair with a towel in one hand, and walked towards Zhou Ping, who was holding a hairdryer.
He skillfully sat down on the stool in front of Zhou Ping and handed him the towel that was already soaked with water.
After Zhou Ping took the towel and put it away, he ran his slender fingers through his black hair.
A buzzing sound came from inside.
Chu Changliu squinted comfortably and asked casually, "When are we getting married?"
Zhou Ping's hand trembled as he held the hairdryer, and he almost dropped it on the ground.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly; although his fingertips were still trembling, he gripped the hair dryer tightly.
"Ouch—", Chu Changliu's hair was also gripped tightly, causing him to cry out in pain.
Zhou Ping quickly let go and gently rubbed it, "Sorry, I was a little too rough..."
"It's okay, you haven't replied to me yet." Chu Changliu was in a lot of pain from being grabbed, but it only hurt for a moment. Zhou Ping let go quickly, but he still couldn't help but ask again.
My heart was beating unusually fast inside my chest.
Zhou Ping continued to blow-dry Chu Changliu's hair without changing his expression. When his slender fingertips brushed through Chu's hair, a fire of joy and longing was reflected in his dark eyes.
"Really?" He always hesitated when speaking to Chu Changliu, only feeling at ease when Chu Changliu confirmed it again and again.
Chu Changliu leaned back, tilted his head back, and his eyes met Zhou Ping's lowered gaze.
His action startled Zhou Ping, who quickly turned off the hairdryer, fearing the hot air would blow into his eyes.
"You asked me before, so why are you unsure now?" Chu Changliu bumped him with his back. "Are you trying to lie to me, just like my dad said?"
Zhou Ping quickly shook his head, "No!"
"I just..." He just couldn't believe that the feeling of taking a step forward and grasping happiness was too unrealistic.
It's like a dream?
Chu Changliu tilted his head slightly to the left, his half-dry black hair lying smoothly on his forehead, swaying slightly with his movement.
"Do you think you're dreaming?"
Zhou Ping:!
"You...you can read minds?" Zhou Ping asked uncertainly.
Chu Changliu was taken aback. "I don't know. It's just that your expression right now is like you've just woken up, like you're still dreaming, so I guessed."
I was right.
"...Does it feel like a dream?" Zhou Ping's lips twitched, and he finally stammered out the question.
Chu Changliu laughed at him for a while, then reached out and beckoned him with his index finger, "Bend over a little?"
Zhou Ping did as he was told. The moment he lowered his head, Chu Changliu's index finger reached his lips and gently tugged at them, forcing the corners of his mouth to turn up.
"This looks like the kind of expression you'd have in a dream?" Chu Changliu joked. "After all, you always have a blank face when you're not dreaming!"
After saying that, he forced down the upturned corners of his mouth and showed Zhou Ping his usual expression.
Zhou Ping:...!
"Is he that fierce?" Chu Changliu, who usually smiled, suddenly turned cold and looked at him. Zhou Ping's question carried a sense of grievance that he himself did not realize.
Chu Changliu really thought about it seriously, and finally gave a vague answer, "I think so?"
Looking back at people was quite tiring, so he withdrew his hand and returned to his original position.
"Chu Changliu, you can't look at me like that." Seeing that Chu Changliu had his back to him, Zhou Ping pressed down on Chu Changliu's shoulder and turned him around to face him.
Chu Changliu was somewhat puzzled, "Then I won't watch?"
“I can’t not look at it either,” Zhou Ping shook his head again.
Chu Changliu: ...
It's a dilemma whether to look at him or not. Why didn't I realize how difficult Zhou Ping was before?
"Shall we get it settled when we get back?" The topic returned to business, and Zhou Ping said seriously, "We need to prepare for this in advance. I'll ask Ye Fan later."
"Why ask him?" Chu Changliu raised an eyebrow.
“…I asked him to help prepare before, so he has experience. Now I’ll ask him again.” As he said this, Zhou Ping turned his face away somewhat uncomfortably.
After Chu Changliu said "Oh," he smiled and clung to him, "Could it be that you didn't manage to do it that time?"
“…Yes.” Zhou Ping was a little annoyed that he had been exposed. “But you refused.”
After refusing, he ran away.
If this continues, they'll definitely start settling scores again.
Chu Changliu coughed twice and quickly begged for forgiveness, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was ungrateful, I was wrong!"
Zhou Ping then turned his face back with satisfaction. "When are we going back?"
"Let's get through this summer vacation. I haven't been back for a long time," Chu Changliu decided after a moment's thought.
He wants to stay here for a while longer.
Zhou Ping, who couldn't wait to go back, suppressed his restless heart and nodded heavily.
"Aren't you going to wash it?" Chu Changliu's hair had dried by now.
Short hair dries quickly; Zhou Ping only used a hairdryer on him for five minutes before it was almost dry.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ping patted his head, bent down, and gently kissed his forehead. "Okay, I'll be back soon."
He turned around, grabbed a bath towel, and went into the bathroom.
Chu Changliu took out his phone, which was originally on the bed, and started playing a game of Honor of Kings.
The bathroom door opened while he was playing a game.
Chu Changliu quickly got up, stood behind the stool, casually tossed his phone onto the bed, picked up the hairdryer lying beside him, and waved it at Zhou Ping, "Come on!"
Zhou Ping smiled gently upon hearing this and sat down on the bench.
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