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After submitting that thick stack of professional title evaluation materials, Chu Yi felt as if her last bit of energy had been drained. A strong sense of drowsiness washed over her like a tide, and her eyelids were so heavy that she could barely lift them.

His mind was a complete blank; all he wanted to do was lie down somewhere immediately. Zhou Ai, the thrilling events of last night, his new boyfriend… all of that was forgotten.

Almost instinctively, dragging his exhausted body, he hailed a taxi to the apartment registered under Cheng Ying's name, a route he knew all too well. Entering the password, opening the door, changing his shoes—all these actions were numb. He went into the bedroom, collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep almost instantly, forgetting even to cover himself with the blanket.

He slept soundly until a persistent, even somewhat rough, knocking sound rang out, crashing into his dream like a heavy hammer.

Chu Yi frowned in annoyance in his sleep, trying to ignore the annoying noise, but the knocking showed no sign of stopping; instead, it grew louder and louder. He was finally dragged out of his deep sleep.

With her brain still in a state of shutdown and reboot, Chu Yi couldn't even open her eyes. Relying entirely on a sleepwalking-like instinct, she staggered to her feet, walked to the door, and mechanically turned the lock.

Zhou Ai stood outside the door, carrying large and small bags of freshly bought, still-steaming breakfast and a pile of snacks. Her face showed the urgency of her journey and a hint of grievance at being ignored.

However, when he saw the face of the "culprit" inside the door, all his emotions instantly turned into a mixture of amusement and a little bit of gritted teeth—

Chu Yi's hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and she was still wearing the same wrinkled sweater from yesterday. Her eyes were barely open, her gaze unfocused, and she exuded a strong "I'm not awake, don't mess with me" aura.

"Chu Yi!" Zhou Ai called his name in a low voice, as if grinding his back teeth.

The call was like a key, slightly turning the rusty gears of Chu Yi's brain. He blinked his sleepy eyes, his blurry vision gradually focusing on Zhou Ai's handsome face, which was full of dissatisfaction.

A few seconds later, the fragments of last night's memory slowly pieced together—

Oh, right, this person seems to be... her boyfriend now.

Zhou Ai opened her mouth, preparing to begin her "accusation," questioning him about why he didn't answer the phone and why he had disappeared.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yi suddenly reached out, not to hug or welcome him, but to cover his mouth!

"Hmm..." Zhou Ai was caught off guard and her eyes widened.

Chu Yi didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and forcibly dragged the tall Zhou Ai into the room. Then, she very casually took the heavy packaging bags from Zhou Ai's hands, and threw them onto the dining table next to her without even looking at them, making a "clatter" sound.

Having done all this, Chu Yi felt as if she had accomplished a difficult task. She continued to naturally take Zhou Ai's hand, holding it without saying a word, and walked straight to the bedroom as if in a daze.

Zhou Ai was completely dumbfounded, and like a giant doll, she obediently followed behind Chu Yi, being led by him.

As soon as Chu Yi reached the bedside in the bedroom, she deftly kicked off her slippers and climbed back into the still-warm covers. Then, quite naturally, she found a comfortable position, closed her eyes, and patted the empty space beside her, mumbling in a heavy, sleepy voice:

"We'll talk about it after I wake up..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his head tilted to the side, his breathing instantly became even and long, and he actually... calmly and instantly fell asleep!

Zhou Ai stood there, watching Chu Yi on the bed instantly fall asleep and even unconsciously rub against the pillow. She was completely petrified.

All his pent-up anger and anxious searching felt like punching cotton. He paused for a few seconds, then finally chuckled helplessly and shook his head.

What else can we do?

I chose this boyfriend myself, so I have to pamper him even when he's asleep.

He quietly took off his coat and shoes, carefully lifted a corner of the blanket, and lay down next to Chu Yi. The bed sank slightly because of his arrival, and Chu Yi, who was asleep, seemed to sense it and unconsciously moved.

Zhou Ai hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist. She carefully stretched out her arm, gently slipped it through the gap between Chu Yi's head and the pillow, and slowly and tenderly pulled him towards her.

Chu Yi did not resist. Instead, like a kitten seeking a heat source, she naturally adjusted her position according to his strength, pressing her soft cheek against Zhou Ai's warm chest. She even rubbed against him contentedly, finding a more comfortable position, and her breathing became deeper and more steady.

Zhou Ai held her breath instantly, not daring to move, until she was sure that Chu Yi was really asleep again, then she slowly let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, had finally settled down completely.

He looked down at the unguarded sleeping face of the person in his arms. Long eyelashes, like two small fans, cast faint shadows under the eyelids. The tip of the nose was delicate, and the lips were slightly parted, making the person look incredibly adorable.

"You heartless little thing..." Zhou Ai muttered under her breath, but her tone was full of affection. "I'll forgive you this time."

He couldn't help but lower his head and place a gentle kiss on Chu Yi's forehead.

Then, Zhou Ai was completely wide awake. He was so energetic that he could run another five kilometers.

He began to "play" with his sleeping boyfriend with great interest, like a child who had received a new and exciting toy.

He would gently trace Chu Yi's straight nose with his finger one moment, and then he couldn't help but touch his slightly upturned eyelashes with his fingertip the next, causing the sleeping man to wrinkle his nose in dissatisfaction.

He even sneakily leaned over and touched Chu Yi's warm cheek with his lips, then pulled away immediately, secretly gloating like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish.

Later, he simply took out his phone, put it on silent mode, and took a bunch of pictures of Chu Yi's sleeping face from various angles—some were lying obediently on their side, some had half their face buried in his chest, and some were unconsciously pursing their lips... He thought every single one of them was incredibly cute.

"So cute..." Zhou Ai looked at her "trophies" on her phone, her smile almost reaching her ears.

Finally, he couldn't resist burying his face deep into Chu Yi's warm neck, taking a deep breath of her unique, clean scent, crisp with a hint of citrus, his heart filled with immense satisfaction and happiness.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, and the room was quiet and cozy.

Zhou Ai thought, lying like this doesn't seem so bad.

As for those issues that can be addressed "after waking up"...

Well, let's wait until his "good boy" has had a good sleep before we talk about it.

The two slept in each other's arms, unaware of the passage of time. Chu Yi was the first to wake up, her consciousness slowly rising from the deep sleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw a warm orange-yellow glow outside the window. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, bathing the room in a lazy and tranquil hue.

He stirred slightly and immediately felt a heavy weight and even, warm breathing in the crook of his neck. Turning his head, he saw Zhou Ai still sleeping peacefully, her cheek pressed against his skin, her soft hair brushing against his chin, like a large dog dependent on its owner.

Chu Yi then belatedly remembered that Zhou Ai seemed to have come to find him halfway through, and he had even pulled him onto the bed in a daze... Thinking of this, Chu Yi couldn't help but laugh. He was so sleepy that his behavior was completely out of control.

He didn't disturb Zhou Ai, but lay quietly, letting the light of the setting sun slowly move through the room, enjoying this rare peace and intimacy.

A few minutes later, Chu Yi was gazing absently at the deepening twilight outside the window when suddenly a heavy weight pressed down on him.

Before he could fully react, Zhou Ai, who had been burying her face in the crook of his neck, had already rolled over with a swift movement, once again completely enveloping him beneath her.

Chu Yi blinked, looking up at the handsome face above, its features even more defined in the twilight light. The light subtly outlined Zhou Ai's high nose bridge and smooth jawline, half bathed in warm light and half hidden in shadow, exuding an indescribable sexiness.

Chu Yi stared blankly, and as if possessed, raised her hand and gently poked Zhou Ai's cheek, which was illuminated by the light, with her fingertip.

Zhou Ai was amused by his little gesture, lowered her head, and gave Chu Yi a light kiss on the lips, making a soft "pop" sound.

"This is interest," Zhou Ai said matter-of-factly.

Chu Yi raised an eyebrow, her mind clearing from the initial grogginess of waking up: "What interest rate?"

"Not reporting your whereabouts to your boyfriend and making him worry about interest all morning." Zhou Ai snorted, pretending to put on a stern face.

Chu Yi chuckled, looking at his "I'm wronged but I have to be magnanimous" expression, and deliberately asked again, "Then what is the principal?"

A mischievous glint flashed in Zhou Ai's eyes. She lowered her head again, leaned close to Chu Yi's ear, and whispered something very quickly and softly.

Chu Yi's ears turned bright red in an instant, and his neck was also tinged with pink. The next second, Zhou Ai's shin was kicked solidly by Chu Yi, with considerable force, almost knocking him off the bed.

Zhou Ai winced as he was kicked, but he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he grinned and leaned in again, like a piece of chewing gum that he couldn't shake off. All he wanted to do now was hug and cuddle the sweet, soft "kitten".

However, just as he leaned in, Chu Yi raised his foot and used his toe to block his shoulder, preventing him from getting any closer.

Zhou Ai raised an eyebrow and then grabbed Chu Yi's ankle, which was resting on his shoulder. Chu Yi's ankle was slender, with distinct joints and fair skin, and Zhou Ai could easily encircle it with one hand.

With a slight effort, he easily pulled Chu Yi towards him, and her feeble resistance crumbled instantly.

"Stop fooling around," Zhou Ai said, holding the delicate ankle, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the prominent ankle bone, but her gaze was serious as she looked at Chu Yi. "Now can you explain yourself? What happened this morning? Vanished? Hmm?"

Chu Yi felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and the warm touch on his ankle made his heart race. He had no choice but to look away and explain in a low voice, "The hospital called at seven this morning, urging me to submit the materials for my promotion. Today is the deadline. I was rushing to the hospital, and I was in such a hurry that I didn't notice your call because my phone was on silent... I didn't mean to not answer."

After hearing this, Zhou Ai's lingering doubts completely disappeared. So that's how it was; he had been overthinking it. Looking at Chu Yi's slightly flushed cheeks and somewhat evasive eyes, his heart softened completely.

"Alright," Zhou Ai said, feigning magnanimity as she loosened her grip on his ankle, but then moved even closer, their noses almost touching. "Since you were doing this for important business, good boy, I forgive you."

The word "good boy" once again hit Chu Yi's sore spot with pinpoint accuracy. His face turned bright red, and without thinking, he kicked out with his other free foot.

"Zhou Ai! I told you not to call me by those two words."

The two wrestled in bed for a while, and Zhou Ai's calves were probably bruised from all the kicking because of his sharp tongue. Chu Yi felt a little sorry for him after kicking him for a while, so he asked him to roll up his trouser legs to take a look. But because Zhou Ai made three requests, Chu Yi ruthlessly kicked him twice more before the matter was abruptly ended.

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When the two finally sat down at the dining table, ready to enjoy their first meal of the day, the clock on the wall already pointed to 6:30 p.m. Outside the window, the streetlights were just coming on, and night was quietly falling, but inside the apartment, the lights were still on, and the aroma of food filled the air, creating a warm and cozy homey atmosphere.

Zhou Ai, wearing a brand-new apron with cartoon patterns, was busily working in the kitchen. She was humming a tuneless song, her movements a little clumsy but full of enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, Chu Yi, wearing a soft light gray sweatshirt and loose white pajamas, was sitting at the dining table, not idle at all. She was replying to messages from her hospital colleagues on her phone in one hand, and several documents were spread out on her other hand. She would occasionally pick up a pen to mark and annotate them, her expression focused and serious, completely immersed in her own world.

Despite the claim that Zhou Ai was the one cooking, the dinner was actually quite simple: two servings of instant spaghetti, two steaks as a garnish, and a ready-made salad.

In Zhou Ai's words, it's not technically demanding; the key is participation and the sentiment.

The water in the pot was bubbling away, waiting for the noodles to be added. Zhou Ai had a moment of free time. He turned down the heat, leaned against the smooth freezer door in the kitchen, casually crossed his arms, and looked over the open kitchen area, landing on Chu Yi at the dining table.

The last rays of the setting sun had long since faded, and the bright indoor lights softly bathed Chu Yi, outlining his lowered brows and focused profile. He was completely absorbed in the documents in his hands, a stark contrast to his usual aloof or shy demeanor, exuding a unique, calm, and wise charm.

As Zhou Ai watched, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, forming a gentle and satisfied curve.

He had always heard people say, "The most handsome men are those who are serious," but he always thought it was just an empty, polite phrase. Only now, looking at Chu Yi in front of him, did he truly understand the meaning of those words.

This attraction is not merely visual appreciation, but a heartfelt admiration and inspiration. It stems from the appreciation of the radiance that shines when someone is focused and dedicated to their passion, and from the recognition of their professional competence and inner strength.

Zhou Ai suddenly remembered the time when the two of them truly crossed paths. Actually, when he fell off the stage, he was already grimacing in pain, but he still endured it. It was at that moment that Chu Yi, wearing a mask so he couldn't see her whole face, only her bright eyes that were visible, suddenly entered his world.

In the dim light, those eyes were unusually bright, calm, and focused. It was those earnest eyes that, at that moment, deeply attracted him, planting a seed of curiosity and affection in his heart.

And now, that seed has sprouted and grown into a towering tree.

"Tsk," Zhou Ai clicked her tongue inwardly, with a hint of smug satisfaction, "My taste is truly unmatched."

The water in the pot boiled violently again, reminding him that it was time to cook the noodles. Zhou Ai withdrew his gaze, turned around, and threw himself back into the "battle," but the smile on his face lingered for a long time.

He knew that what he loved was Chu Yi as a complete and multifaceted person—whether it was the calm and professional Dr. Chu at work, the clumsy and shy "good boy" in private, or the "pi" who had silently protected him, all of them fascinated him deeply.

Being able to cook a simple dinner for the one I love, and watch them working hard for what we both love, right here within my reach, is probably the most ordinary happiness that life can give us.