After her dramatic cousin stopped acting up, the aloof doctor got anxious.

Shen Ruo's emotions come and go quickly, a quality she herself admires.

She rolled out of bed, slipped on her slippers, put on her Pleasant Goat pajamas, and yawned as she went downstairs.

She stopped hitting the phone halfway up the stairs.

Because the aroma of food wafted over.

Could it be that Auntie came back early?

Shen Ruo was so happy that she jumped down the last two steps.

Qi Wenshen sat at the dining table, holding a cup of black coffee in his hand, with an English medical journal spread out in front of him, which he was reading.

The morning light streamed in through the French windows, falling on him and making him appear gentle and refined.

Hearing the noise, he turned his head to look.

Good morning, cousin.

The sound was clear, loud, and full of energy.

Qi Wenshen paused for a moment, holding the coffee cup.

When she came back last night, she looked like a flower that had been hit by frost, all wilted and listless.

He thought she would be listless for at least a whole day, but she was fine after a nap.

Is this girl born in the Year of the Goldfish?

Memory lasts seven seconds, emotions last seven seconds, and even the biggest things can be forgotten after a good night's sleep?

Qi Wenshen withdrew his gaze, picked up his coffee and took a sip, his voice as calm as ever, "Good morning."

Shen Ruo no longer looks at Qi Wenshen.

Because her attention was entirely focused on the dining table.

The shrimp wontons were served alongside a plate of pan-fried dumplings, a plate of cucumber salad, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and a small bowl of fruit salad.

Shen Ruo exclaimed in surprise, then turned sharply to look at Qi Wenshen, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Cousin, did you make this?"

"No, we hired a part-time cook who will come to cook every day from now on."

Shen Ru blinked: "Every day from now on?"

"Um."

Shen Ruo's lips began to stretch uncontrollably to both sides. "So I don't have to eat instant noodles with sausage anymore?"

Qi Wenshen finally looked up at her and asked, "Is this all you used to eat?"

"Hmm, instant noodles with sausage, instant noodles with egg, instant noodles with vegetables, instant noodles with... and Lao Gan Ma chili sauce with rice, Lao Gan Ma chili sauce with noodles..."

In the real world, when you're too tired after a live stream and don't want to order takeout, it's common to eat bread instead.

Qi Wenshen frowned slightly. "Don't eat it anymore. It's not nutritious and it's bad for your stomach."

"Of course I won't eat it. Who would eat instant noodles when there's such a delicious breakfast? I'm not a masochist."

After transmigrating into the book, her aunt cooked meals almost every day. She had said goodbye to instant noodles, but oh, she almost rekindled her relationship with them last night.

She picked up her spoon, scooped up a small wonton, and put it in her mouth. "Mmm, so delicious, so delicious, so delicious..."

Qi Wenshen watched her eat with great satisfaction, picked up his coffee cup, and used it to cover the almost unconcealed smile on his lips.

He sat in the living room for a long time last night before making the decision to hire a part-time housekeeper.

He remembered what his mother had said before she left: "Ruoruo can't cook, so please take good care of her."

Then he picked up his phone and contacted the agency, found a part-time worker, and only went to sleep after everything was arranged.

With half a wonton in her mouth, Shen Ruo asked, "Cousin, have you hired someone to cook for you while Auntie was away?"

Qi Wenshen glanced at her. "Yes."

"So that means I'll have delicious food not only today, but also tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that?"

"Um."

"And what happened after Auntie came back?"

"After Mom comes back, she can do whatever she wants, or we'll just keep hiring her."

"oh."

Shen Ruo knew that her aunt liked to cook for them, saying that she was happy to see them finish their meals.

Shen Ruo picked up a fried dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, and put it in her mouth. After chewing for a couple of bites, she said, "Cousin, I think you're absolutely right to say we should eat out less often in the future."

Qi Wenshen looked up at her.

"I ate out last night and lost 428 yuan."

Shen Ruo's face scrunched up.

Qi Wenshen remained calm and asked, "You went out to dinner with Zhou Lan last night?"

Shen Ruo nodded. "Yes, Zhou Lan was treating, but her card wouldn't work, so I paid."

Qi Wenshen paused for a moment, "Zhou Lan invited you, so you're paying?"

Shen Ruo sighed and told him about Zhou Lan's invitation to go out last night.

"Zhou Ke might not be thinking straight. I've rejected him several times, but he still won't give up. Anyway, I'm not going to eat out anymore. It's expensive and not clean outside. It's better to eat at home."

"Um."

Qi Wenshen lowered his head and continued reading his journal.

When he heard Shen Ruo reject Zhou Ke, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Qi Wenshen's gaze fell on her face.

Shen Ruo was eating a fruit salad. She forked a strawberry, brought it to her mouth, took a bite, and licked the red juice off her lips.

It was a very natural movement; he didn't care at all and had no idea that someone was watching him.

A ripple appeared in Qi Wenshen's eyes.

After finishing the strawberries, Shen Ruo scooped up a wonton, took a bite, and the soup overflowed from the wrapper, sliding onto her round lower lip.

stopped.

Shen Ruo herself clearly felt something on her lips.

Her tongue darted out of her mouth.

Her soft, pink tongue gently touched the tip of her lip, and the drop of soup was swept away by her tongue.

His hand, holding the coffee cup, froze in mid-air.

A pink tongue tip, full lips, a gentle probe, a gentle roll.

Qi Wenshen involuntarily moved his Adam's apple.

Then, he recalled what had happened yesterday.

Qi Wenshen felt that something was happening inside his body.

He took a deep breath, picked up his coffee cup, and found it was empty.

He put down the empty cup, his fingers unconsciously stroking the rim of the cup, his thumb pad tracing the edge of the white porcelain, again and again, as if caressing something, or as if restraining something.

He looked up and gazed at the other side.

Shen Ruo was drinking orange juice, completely unaware and unprepared.

All of them are the most ordinary actions.

But every movement he saw seemed to be accompanied by background music, and every frame carried a kind of magic that he couldn't quite explain.

Qi Wenshen recalled his past.

What kind of women haven't I seen in the hospital?

There are beautiful ones, sexy ones, those who throw themselves at you, those who are meticulously planned, those who play hard to get—what kind of women aren't there?

Those women were better at flirting and knew how to showcase their charm than his cousin.

But when he looked at them, he had no thoughts in his mind.

He even doubted whether there was something wrong with him at one point.

Endocrine disorder?

Insufficient androgen secretion?

Low libido?

Or is it that too many surgeries have caused women to experience aesthetic fatigue with their bodies?

He even seriously considered going to the endocrinology department of the hospital for a checkup, but he forgot because he was too busy.

Now he knows.

He has no problem.

His problem is that none of the women he dated before were Shen Ruo.

No matter how beautiful, sexy, or proactive those women are, they have nothing to do with him.

But Shen Ruo is different.

This cousin, who had only been here for less than two weeks, had somehow bewitched him, making him act like a sixteen-year-old boy. Just looking at her would make his heart race, and thinking about her would make him feel hot all over. Even seeing her eating wontons or licking her lips would make his blood boil, and he would want to pin her down.