''You're starting to have feelings for her,'' stated Mu Shen. Looking at Jun Zixuan's quiet countenance, he asked, "Are you sure about this? About her…?"
But as expected, the man did not reply.
Mu Shen sighed, "I noticed it. Sohow...she resembles her.."
Jun Zixuan glanced at him, "What are you trying to say?"
"Yu i Zhen resembles Han i a bit after she has lost weight and her scars were gone. I'm not blind. I noticed it at the first glance. They even share a common na," Mu Shen paused for a mont, "But this is not a reason why you should be in a relationship with her. She is not Han i. When you are together in the future, you might find that she doesn't have the sa habits as your crush or a part of her face doesn't resemble Han i, or she doesn't talk like her or acts like her…Since they are not the sa person, there will be differences between them, what will you do then when you lose interest in her?"
"She is not a replacent,'' Jun Zixuan softly said.
''She is not and you need to understand it. That's what I am trying to convince you with. She is not a replacent so don't treat her like one. As much as I dislike her, whatever you are doing is going to hurt you too so I don't want you to get too involved in this," He shook his head, ''Let give you an example. I have sex with different won in a week. But I don't confuse Monday with Friday or Tuesday with Wednesday.''
Jun Zixuan coldly glared at the man.
"Okay. I admit that I forget most of their nas but still, Monday is Monday and Friday is Friday. No mistakes in recognizing them," Mu Shen paused for a mont and continued in a serious tone, ''You're not admitting it. Why don't you think about it? Yu i Zhen is the girl you loathed the most. When and why did you start giving in to her? You are caring for her, staying with her, when did your feelings start to change? I think you should be sure of your feelings first before it is too late.''
Ren Mansion.
''You're back," Yu i smiled at the man who just walked inside.
A maid walked towards Jun Zixuan taking his suit jacket from him. He walked towards her before sitting beside her on the couch, "You're not in your room today?"
"Well, I was waiting for you," She glanced at him with a smug expression on her face.
He chuckled. "What's the matter with you? You look as proud as a peacock," he muttered.
She raised an eyebrow and stood up from the couch, "I made sothing for you. You're privileged one to eat the food made by ," She proudly declared before running towards the kitchen.
"Did you cook? Do we need to renovate the kitchen again now?'' He asked looking at her retreating back.
"Are you starting a fight here?" She asked coming back with a small black plate in her hand.
''I was asking seriously.''
She sighed, "Nope, you don't need to. I just made this fruit salad. Nothing blasted in your kitchen. Don't worry.''
He shook his head, "I'm worried you will blast yourself soday. Don't step inside the kitchen again," He said, holding the plate from her.
''Fine, I won't," She rolled her eyes and sat next to him, "Try it now.''
He looked at the ssily served fruit salad on the plate and then at her excited expression before putting a strawberry in his mouth.
"How is it?" She asked excitedly.
''Delicious," replied the man who passed off his friend's grape juice as average so ti ago.
"It's that good?" Praises coming out of his mouth were extrely rare so he must have really liked it, "Let taste a little then?" She said, looking at the plate in his hand.
"No, I can't have enough of this," He said before stuffing the fruits in his mouth.
Her lips twitched. Despite being denied to taste it, she was sowhat satisfied with this outco.
'How can I be so perfect? Randomly tried to make sothing and it is that good?' She thought to herself with her nose in the air. ''Don't you think I have good prospects in the food industry?"
"You do," He said before putting the clean plate on the side, "Do you want to be a chef?"
She shook her head, "I have other interests."
He let out a sigh of relief inwardly.
''How was your day?" she asked him.
He glanced at her.
"Don't give that look. You always ask about mine so I thought about asking you back today," She laughed awkwardly.
He poked her cheeks, "Well…It was fine. What about yours?"
"Fine as well," She was suddenly reminded of sothing, "Can I change the interior of my room later?" She asked.
He glanced at her, "You don't like the current one? Mom told she had got it in all shades of pink," He had yet to see her room since she kept it locked like she was keeping so treasure inside.
"I don't like loud colors for the room. Secondly, I don't like pink at all.''
''You used to.''
She shook her head, "That's in the past. Now, I don't.''
''Then, what colors do you like?"
"For the room, so light shades will do," She said before continuing, "As for my favorite color, it's purple. Umm….The shade of the roses in your garden, that's the one I like the most.''
Complicated expressions appeared in his eyes which she missed noticing.
'When and why did you start to give in to her?' Mu Shen's question rang in his mind.
He could see her eyes sparkling as she talked about the things she liked. The sa eyes which made him give in to her every ti.
"Where are you going?" She asked when he stood up from the couch.
"I have work."
''Oh, alright," She pursed her lips. Did he think she would not know the reason behind his weird behavior?
Humph, she knew it. The mont she ntioned roses, he was reminded of work. Did he think she was asking for roses? How stingy!
"Steward Gu," She called out the man who was passing by.
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