The comnts section was cheering along.
[The doctor asked why I don’t eat or drink but still have high blood sugar. He doesn’t know, I have eaten the sugar of love]
[Cover the top half of the screen and pretend he’s saying that to ]
[Really feels like sneaking around and dating ten years ago, watching a beauty under the moon, Yu Xia is really beautiful, worth a school tyrant sprinting through streets and alleys to see her]
[My brother’s jaw muscles... no, the biceps... no, anyway, the brother in the vest is purely handso on my mind]
[Xie Qingci’s body is so seductive, I say looking at other people’s n brings a different kind of joy]
[Enjoying the scenery of handso manly figures and the beauty smiling with chin resting online]
[The atmosphere is absolutely perfect, Yu Xia’s half-wet half-dry long hair hanging down, her brows and eyes hazy, so beautiful!!!]
[Already envisioning an epic sweet romance novel, soone write it for /from the command of a boss.jpg]
[They are having a romance here, while the neighbors are still in a cold war not speaking, even sleeping in separate rooms can’t stop the chill from spreading]
[OMG! Look what I discovered?! Xie Qingci’s vest has Yu Xia’s na on it! Seems like it’s sewn on!]
The excitent on the comnt section was isolated from the real evening breeze.
Yu Xia propped up her chin looking at the exuberant person below, and just asked him, "Aren’t you cold?"
"Not cold, still hot," Xie Qingci wiped the sweat off his neck with the t-shirt in his hand, not forgetting to ask about important matters, "Did you write the colorful note?"
"I wrote it, wrote it just for you, you can be assured. You guys helped out at the village school, did you write it too?"
Helping at the village school is one thing, separating male and female for writing letters is the key point.
Xie Qingci nodded.
But Yu Xia didn’t probe like him about how many he wrote, instead gestured to him.
"Co up, wash up and sleep."
"Okay—"
The room also had caras, Yu Xia sat at the bedhead looking at notes for further education, Xie Qingci erged wearing ho clothes after washing, raising a towel to cover the cara.
The picture disappeared, the sound continued for two minutes, the audience relied on superb hearing to discern the conversation between the two people.
Yu Xia’s voice solemnly — "Actually, I think arranging two rooms in a small building has a purpose."
It was Xie Qingci’s turn, just listening to the voice could feel his absent-mindedness.
"Probably considering that the next group might not be comfortable sleeping in a bed used by others."
Silence for a mont, Yu Xia spoke again: "Variety shows aren’t places beyond the law."
Xie Qingci didn’t know what he was doing, a period of only breathing sounds, then ca his answer.
"Oh. Do you sleep on the left or right?"
"Does it make a difference?"
"Uh, I need to switch these two wolf cubs’ positions."
"...You’re crazy."
No more sounds after that, the vast majority of netizens contentedly went offline, pondering over these few lines of dialogue, falling soundly asleep.
A peaceful day passed.
At dawn, the sun rose, under the clear sky, pine waves rippled, Yu Xia stood on the small balcony drinking water, gazing into the distance.
Once she’d seen enough, she went downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast.
As soon as she turned on the fire and started boiling water, a clingy golden retriever latched onto her from behind.
Xie Qingci habitually buried his head in her neck, eyes closed, nuzzling her face, hands clinging to her waist tightly.
The photographer was still there, sticky and unreasonable.
Yu Xia pushed the back of his head, pushed him away, but he latched on again, placing his palm on his face, he seed cozy, sighing as if satiated.
Across, the photographers and staff smiled knowingly, moving the caras, aiming to capture the scene in more detail.
She really wanted to slap him.
"Enough," she warned softly, "Go if you’ve got nothing to do."
"Even if I go, there’s nothing to do. The water’s boiling, put in the noodles." He lazily replied.
Yu Xia stopped speaking to him, followed standard procedures, making noodles, sauce, boiling eggs.
During this process, Xie Qingci was still clinging to her, occasionally lending a hand.
Once finished, he shalessly sought praise.
Yu Xia acted like there was a fly buzzing, automatically ignored his pestering, focused solely on being a serious cooking beauty.
Then the hands on her waist suddenly grabbed tight, Xie Qingci directly picked her up, shocking her as her legs instinctively clung tight, an almost slipped "damn" escaped.
Thankfully, Xie Qingci covered it... wait, this disobedient little concubine taking advantage of her!
Having kissed in front of staff and caras, as possessive as she was, as head of the house, she would never act this way, all blad on Xie Qingci!
After a brief, leaving-again kiss ended, Yu Xia looked at the staff still covering their mouths, laughing, blushing, and smacked Xie Qingci’s arm hard.
"You’re a dog... forget it, I forgive you, put down quickly."
Best not to ask such questions, if he answers ’earnestly’ again, it would be unbearable.
Having tasted sweet, Xie Qingci didn’t continue clinging, holding the noodles, heading out.
Eating in the yard brought a different kind of leisure, placing the small table, eating while looking over the wall at the outside canola flowers, life sweet and free.
But the leisurelyness didn’t last long, from the small building next door ca the sounds of arguing.
Zhou Yu’s shrill and unpleasant voice fiercely questioned Liu Yicheng, the sound of Liu Yicheng slamming the door was unbelievably loud.
Yu Xia craned her neck holding the noodle bowl to see.
"What’s happening?"
Any couple actually running to a variety show to argue? Generally, no matter how angry, no one would loudly argue in front of caras, just like Ling Yan last night.
Isn’t this a script from the show group?
Xie Qingci was utterly unconcerned with argunts next door, continuing to eat noodles.
Then a staff mber quietly said, "It might be because of the anonymous letters."
Both paused simultaneously.
Xie Qingci set down the unfinished noodles, walked to the yard gate, took out several envelopes from the mailbox.
Several, not two.
He held the envelopes to show her, lips pressed flat, expressionless.
Yu Xia kept sitting at the small table, glanced at the envelopes in his hand with clearly incorrect quantity, continued eating noodles, then said:
"What are you looking at? Bring them over, let’s see."
Putting the envelopes on the table, she counted them, five letters in all, two addressed "Xie Qingci," the remaining three are hers.
She pretended to tear open all three, but Xie Qingci pressed her hand down.
And then he picked out one with a special mark.
"This one is from ."
Yu Xia gave him a glance, took it and opened it, hadn’t unfolded the colorful note inside, Xie Qingci took the other two letters away, stacked them, ripped them into pieces, tossed them aside.
The tearing noise startled nearby staff glancing at each other.
This atmosphere, felt suddenly tense, like about to argue like the two next door.
But Yu Xia rely paused a bit, then unfurled the colorful note as if nothing happened.
There were four English words on it.
[No one but you]
No one but you.
Really good at sweet-talking, she refolded the colorful note, tucked it into her bag, took out the letter she wrote for him.
"This one, I chose red paper."
"Hmm." Xie Qingci kept that letter, tearing the other similarly, tossed it aside.
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