Zhang Xiao'e's love-sickness made Si Yang so angry that he lost all desire to doze off.
She set up a pot on the fire and stewed a pot of red date and chicken soup with Vanilla. Vanilla brought pancakes from home. The two of them ate two meals together before finishing the chicken soup.
During this period of time, when they were herding sheep, they often cooked their own meals in the mountains, and they all tacitly agreed not to ask too many questions or say too much.
Life is free and comfortable.
In the evening, after Si Yang drove the sheep back to the sheepfold, he went straight back to his dormitory with Xiangcao.
This was Vanilla’s first time visiting Si Yang’s room. As soon as she entered, she was attracted by the bunk bed.
"Wow~ This is the first time I've seen a bed like this. There are even carvings on it. It's so beautiful! What does your bed smell like? It smells so good~" Vanilla looked surprised.
"Would you like some milk?" Si Yang handed Vanilla a glass of milk.
"No, it tastes too fishy." Vanilla waved her hands.
Si Yang had no choice but to drink it herself. She had the habit of drinking two cups of milk every day. After coming here to take over Qin Si Yang's identity, she had maintained this habit.
Vanilla took a tour of her small room and found everything new and interesting, especially the small alarm clock that Si Yang placed on the table. This thing was not new in big cities, but it was a rarity in the countryside where information was limited.
Seeing how much she liked it, Si Yang would have given it to her if it weren't inappropriate to give her a clock as a gift.
Xiangcao knew that Si Yang was very tired today, so she went home without staying long.
Si Yang came out of the space after taking a shower, and then he filled a bucket of hot water, added some ginger slices, and sat on the edge of the bed, soaking his feet while applying a facial mask.
The original owner's body was too damp and cold, and she now had abdominal pain every time she had her period, so she recently decided to use more methods to dispel cold and dampness to regulate her body.
Just as I leaned back on the pillow and prepared to take a nap, there was a knock on the door.
Si Yang knew without asking that it was Pei Tingyu who came.
He still owes her a review!
Sure enough, Pei Tingyu's deep and mellow voice sounded outside the door, "It's me, open the door."
"The door is not bolted." Si Yang replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Tingyu pushed the door open and saw the girl with a facial mask lying on her side on the bed. The bathtub at her feet was emitting a little hot steam, and the room was filled with the spicy scent of ginger.
He hadn't intended to come in, but seeing her like this, it was inconvenient for her to go out. Plus, the wind was a bit strong outside, so he hesitated for a moment before taking a step forward and closing the door.
"Aren't you going to avoid suspicion today?" Si Yang saw what he was holding in his hand and suddenly smiled.
That was the piece of white paper she gave to Pei Tingyu yesterday, but now the paper was obviously covered with traces of pen and ink.
"Here." He walked closer, casting a shadow over her head, and handed the "self-review" to her.
Si Yang sat up straight and took it with a smile. After seeing the contents on the paper clearly, a look of surprise appeared on her smiling face, which froze briefly before slowly spreading out.
"Did you draw this?"
Pei Tingyu smiled playfully, "Ten thousand and one words, read carefully."
When Si Yang heard him say this, he was surprised to realize that the painting in his hand was not a simple line, but was made up of countless "Yang" characters stacked up.
Yes, he painted a portrait of her using her name.
How could she not be moved by such a 'review'? But what surprised her even more was his talent.
The composition, posture and proportions of facial features in this painting perfectly restore her true expression. It is impossible to achieve this level of painting without solid painting skills.
Inexplicably, Si Yang felt a little proud. "My little wolfdog is incredibly talented! Tell me the truth, which girl have you drawn me?"
Pei Tingyu paused for thought. How did he end up with a fatal question after going around in circles?
"The first one." His tone was helpless, but sincere.
"Really?" Si Yang obviously didn't believe it.
Pei Tingyu is 23 years old this year. Has he never met a girl he loved before?
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