Qiao Sisi tightened her embrace around Fang Zhou, afraid that if she let go, he would disappear.
Maybe it was because these past few days had been so wonderful, so much so that she doubted if Fang Zhou had been possessed or if she was in an exceptionally long, vivid dream.
Otherwise, how could she explain Fang Zhou’s sudden change?
Yes, she admitted that after Fang Zhou saw her diary that day, she was panicked, like a headless chicken, not knowing how to face him and feeling a bit angry.
How could fate arrange for him to stumble upon her past, and not just any past, but specifically that diary?
Everyone wants to appear perfect in front of their crush, not to co off as a pitiful, miserable failure.
So she decided to read the diary contents to him, thinking ‘what the hell.’
So wounds shouldn’t be reopened, but once they are, they bleed profusely. Qiao Sisi had even prepared herself for Fang Zhou to think of her as an ungrateful daughter.
However, the man’s patience and ticulousness, like a gentle spring rain, eased her panic.
Initially, she thought Fang Zhou was just pretending to be gentle out of sympathy and was already fed up with her.
Thus, on the day everything ca to a head, Qiao Sisi insisted Fang Zhou not leave her house, fearing he would never talk to her again.
In the end, Fang Zhou didn’t force his way out that night. After she finished singing, he even fetched mud masks and facial masks to help her clean her face.
Qiao Sisi was stunned and hesitant. He had never done this for her before.
Though Fang Zhou was always gentle and ticulous, he never did such things, which so n might see as deaning or embarrassing.
During their three months together, Qiao Sisi never thought of making Fang Zhou serve her.
They were two independent individuals with their own thoughts, not overgrown babies needing constant care. Having emotional companionship was already wonderful.
So, that night when Fang Zhou gently pushed her hair behind her ear and told her to lie down, Qiao Sisi’s face showed her surprise.
“Fang Zhou, what are you doing?”
Qiao Sisi asked, slightly panicked.
The man smiled gently at her that night, patiently explaining, “You have work tomorrow, right? I’m helping you clean and hydrate your face to look better.”
“I-I can do it myself.”
Qiao Sisi was so surprised she stuttered.
She had done plenty of skincare before, but never with Fang Zhou helping her.
She feared her pores were too rough and Fang Zhou would find her unattractive, especially after a sleepless night with prominent dark circles.
Thinking it over, she felt dissatisfied with every part of her face.
The always confident actress suddenly experienced appearance anxiety, afraid to let her crush get too close.
Fang Zhou just laughed, pressing her to lie down completely, and gently reassured her, “Just enjoy it, Missy!”
Then he applied a cool green mud mask to her face, silencing her instantly.
If soone was willing to help, she wouldn’t want to do it herself anyway.
Especially since it was Fang Zhou’s initiative—a rare opportunity indeed.
After finishing the skincare routine, Fang Zhou even applied essence and face cream with such tenderness that his eyes seed to overflow with affection.
That night, Qiao Sisi thought: Even if his gentle touch was a knife, she would willingly be cut.
The events that followed exceeded her expectations.
In the days that followed, Fang Zhou continuously showed care and concern for her.
For instance, when she was out for work, Fang Zhou would order her red date ginger tea and make video calls to ensure she drank it. Any sign of reluctance on her part was t with his firm insistence.
“Drink it, or don’t complain if your stomach hurts later.”
“You don’t want to end up in the hospital, right, dear Sisi?”
Unlike his forr bossiness, this approach hit Qiao Sisi’s heart directly.
This was Fang Zhou’s way of showing he cared. Only soone who truly wanted the best for her would spend the ti and effort to supervise her.
People who don’t matter wouldn’t even be worth the ti spent.
Before, after their reunion on the dating show, Fang Zhou had rarely reached out to her first.
He even personally picked her up after nightti engagents, despite wearing a hat, mask, and sunglasses to avoid being recognized.
But this gesture was rare and precious—he ca to pick her up himself.
In Fang Zhou’s words, “It’s dangerous for a celebrity to go ho at night. She needs a bodyguard.”
At that mont, Qiao Sisi was genuinely happy—so happy that even the wind on her face felt sweet.
Even several years ago, when they first started dating, Fang Zhou had never been so considerate and thoughtful.
Qiao Sisi felt a mix of happiness, fear, and anxiety.
She wondered if Fang Zhou was planning to run away soon, just like before, leaving her unable to find him.
For the next two days, Fang Zhou maintained this gentleness and attentiveness, caring for her in every way and always checking in.
In three days, their ssaging exceeded the total since their reunion.
Even the requests to et ca from Fang Zhou.
It was as if he had suddenly understood everything, becoming the one in control.
This genuine care and concern made Qiao Sisi completely lower her guard.
She knew Fang Zhou’s tenderness was real, as was his care and love.
Even if, by so unlikely chance, it was all fake, she would willingly fall for it.
“Alright! Thanks to Sisi and Fang Zhou for their wonderful performance! Next, we’ll move on to the next activity!”
The director’s voice broke Qiao Sisi’s thoughts. By now, Fang Zhou had let go, and they separated.
She was montarily disoriented, thinking they were at ho, but they were still at the dating show set.
No matter, it’s ti to wake up from the deep role-playing.
Qiao Sisi put on a perfect smile, returning to her impeccable actress persona.
Fang Zhou also smiled at her, a special understanding passing between them.
The live comnts described them as
“a match made in heaven.”
However, this understanding deeply pained others, darkening so eyes and causing others to silently clench their sleeves.
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