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

"Then why did you set up this bar and have so many drinks?"

Qi Wenshen walked behind the bar, rested his hands on the bar, and looked at her.

What do you think?

Shen Ruowei was stunned.

What did she do in her past life?

Entertainment broadcast.

She does live streams on small platforms, and the content is very diverse, including singing, chatting, and making jokes, but the section that attracts the most viewers is her bartending.

She can mix all kinds of fancy cocktails and even creates her own recipes, giving each drink a strange and unusual name.

Fans went back and tried the recipe, and the feedback was that it tasted great. They even urged her to come up with more new variations.

She mixed drinks in that small live-streaming room for almost two years. Although she didn't become a big internet celebrity, she still amassed a lot of fans.

After her live stream ends, her fans will discuss in the comments what drinks she mixed that day, what the names meant, and whether her bartending moves were cool.

Those days are far away from her, as far away as a past life.

Right now, there's this bar counter, this row of liquor cabinets, and these bartending tools.

Every detail seemed to be tailor-made to her preferences.

It's as if someone had already replicated her previous life and placed it here before she even entered the book.

Shen Ruo's heart suddenly raced.

She turned to look at Qi Wenshen, her voice trembling slightly, "How did you know I liked this?"

Qi Wenshen looked at her, without explaining, and simply said, "I don't know why, but I just felt that you would like it."

Shen Ruo's throat tightened.

She turned her head away, blinked, then turned back with a smile. "Yes, I like it very much."

She picked up a stainless steel cocktail shaker from the bar, twirled it in her hand, and weighed it in her hand. It felt much better than the one she used in the live stream.

She then picked up the measuring cup and bar spoon next to her, her fingertips familiarly tracing the shape of each tool, as if she were reuniting with an old friend.

She tilted her head to look at Qi Wenshen, "You're not thinking of starting a side business, are you? Opening a bar? If you do, you have to take me with you. I'll work for you; I'm pretty good at bartending."

Qi Wenshen leaned against the bar counter, his arms crossed, watching her skillfully handle the bartending tools, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I'll work for you."

Shen Ruo paused for a moment, then laughed, "If I were the boss, I'd give you double your salary for the first month."

"No need for a salary, just marry your boss to me."

Shen Ruo was speechless after hearing his words, and her ears quietly turned red.

She put down the cocktail shaker, turned to look at him, and said, "Of all my hobbies, I'm best at mixing drinks. How about I make you one to try?"

Qi Wenshen looked at her face, which was slightly glowing with excitement, and then glanced at the wound on the back of her neck covered by gauze. "Save it for next time, when you're better, and we'll drink together."

Shen Ruo then remembered that she couldn't drink alcohol right now.

She pouted slightly, a little annoyed. "Then next time, you'd better keep your word."

"When did it stop counting?"

Shen Ruo thought about it and realized that he didn't.

He put down the cocktail shaker and turned to walk into the living room.

She wanted to see the rest of the house. Since Qi Wenshen said he would come over to stay occasionally, she should at least know what the bedroom looked like.

Then she pushed open the door next to the master bedroom.

The room was very large, three or four times larger than the guest room she stayed in at her aunt's house.

A king-size bed is placed in the center, with a dark gray upholstered headboard and a wall lamp on each side, casting a warm glow that envelops the entire room in an ambiguous, warm color.

The bed is very big.

I estimate there could be ten of them lying down.

Shen Ruo looked at the bed, and her lips twitched.

This bed is way too big!

She was staring blankly at the bed when Qi Wenshen gently put his arm around her waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said in a lazy, amused voice, "This bed is big enough that you won't fall off no matter how much you roll around."

Shen Ruo's body stiffened for a moment.

She understood the meaning behind his words.

How big of a roll would it have to be before it falls to the ground?

Images kept flashing through her mind, images that made her face flush uncontrollably.

She tried to banish the image from her mind, but it lingered and became increasingly vivid.

"asshole."

She muttered something.

Qi Wenshen heard it.

His hand around her waist tightened slightly, and his lips brushed against her earlobe. "Once your neck is healed, I'll have something even more bastard-like."

Shen Ruo turned her head and squeezed out a sentence, "Then you just wait."

Qi Wenshen raised an eyebrow. "Wait? Actually, you don't have to wait."

As he spoke, the hand on her waist slid down a little.

"Wait, wait, wait."

She quickly grabbed his wandering hand, her voice tinged with panic, "I told you to wait until my neck is better, then it will be even more perfect for you."

Qi Wenshen's voice carried a sense of helplessness, "You always paint a picture of a bright future for me, one that's big, round, and delicious, but I can never actually have it."

Shen Ruo felt a little guilty after hearing what he said.

She has indeed made empty promises more than once.

Each time she spoke with great conviction, but each time she was interrupted by one unexpected event or another.

"I didn't want this either, but it's just that the timing was wrong, the location was unfavorable, and people weren't on good terms."

Now her neck is so ugly it looks like a toad, how can he get an erection?

Qi Wenshen reached out and ruffled her hair. "Alright, then we'll wait until your neck is better. Then we'll see what excuse you can come up with."

"I won't make excuses. You can do whatever you want then. I won't run away."

She regretted it as soon as she said it.

"But you can't go too far."

What does "excessive" mean?

"It's...it's..."

Shen Ruo racked her brains for a long time, but couldn't come up with a specific standard.

She found that the boundaries of this word were too blurry, and people like Qi Wenshen were best at navigating those blurred boundaries.

"Never mind, we'll see when the time comes."

Qi Wenshen didn't ask any more questions. He lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek, then took her hand. "Let's go, I'll take you to see the balcony."

The balcony is large, furnished with a rattan lounge chair and a round coffee table, where you can see the entire city skyline.

Shen Ruo leaned against the railing, feeling the cool breeze on her cheeks, and suddenly felt a sense of peace in her heart.

Qi Wenshen stood next to her, one hand resting on the railing behind her. He didn't touch her, but the gesture seemed to enclose her in a small world that only the two of them could enter.

Do you like it here?

"Um."

Shen Ruo leaned against the balcony railing and enjoyed the breeze for a while.

I glanced at the balcony and the living room.

Apart from a rattan lounge chair and a round coffee table, the balcony was completely empty.

The same applies to the living room.

The sofa, coffee table, bookshelf, and TV cabinet are all there, but something is missing.

This house is huge, with large floor-to-ceiling windows, a large living room, a large bedroom, and a large bed.