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Qin Yizhu and Wen Yao took a taxi home. Although he said at first that he might come back to stay, he hasn't come back even once in the month since school started.

This time, it was Wen Yao who called him back to help her pick out a phone.

"Domestic mobile phones in the two to three thousand yuan price range are actually quite good. In terms of specifications, they are all similar, but each manufacturer focuses on different aspects."

Qin Yizhu selected several phones for Wen Yao on an e-commerce platform, explaining their specifications and advantages and disadvantages to her.

Wen Yao listened, completely confused. Why did Qin Yizhu seem so sensitive to these things?

Processor, battery capacity, screen quality.

"The biggest problem is that you need to adapt for a while when you switch from Apple's ecosystem to Android."

Qin Yizhu concluded after introducing her.

"May I take a shower first?"

Although she knew it was a bit impolite, she usually took a shower as soon as she got home. However, today Qin Yizhu had dragged her to listen to him talk about phone specifications and such.

"Go ahead, go ahead, I'll take another look at it for you."

Qin Yizhu didn't care.

He was quite enthusiastic, as if he wanted to get a new phone for himself.

Wen Yao stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water wash over her.

She suddenly thought of Jiang Xitong.

What did it feel like when she was drenched in water from head to toe in the afternoon?

It must have been unpleasant.

This is what she deserves.

So be it.

Wen Yao will not forgive Jiang Xitong, but as she herself said, on a physical level, they are even.

The harm Jiang Xitong caused him can never be made up for.

Warm water flowed past the girl's already well-developed cleavage, then flowed through more secluded corners, dripping onto the ground and taking away the girl's fatigue.

She dried herself, dried her hair, reached for her pajamas, and after hesitating for a moment, decided to put them on.

Qin Yizhu stared blankly at Wen Yao as she came out of the bathroom.

This was the first time he had seen Wen Yao in casual clothes.

It's yellow overall, with a bear pattern on top, which makes it look quite cute.

With her chest area pushed up, Qin Yizhu felt that Wen Yao's figure could be described as subtly alluring.

He looked away and took a sip of water.

The atmosphere was a bit strange.

"When did you buy it?"

He was naturally referring to Wenyao's pajamas.

I just bought it a few days ago.

"fine."

Qin Yizhu genuinely believed this, which meant that Wen Yao truly considered this place her home.

Wen Yao sat down next to Qin Yizhu again, and the latter could feel the sofa sink a little.

Then came the overwhelming scent of gardenias.

He turned to look at Wen Yao, who just raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

That expressionless profile carried a hint of melancholy.

Coincidentally, Wen Yao also turned to look at Qin Yizhu.

The two locked eyes.

Wen Yao wasn't wearing glasses, and her big, bright eyes were staring at Qin Yizhu.

Qin Yizhu felt that the face in front of her was too beautiful, yet not ostentatious at all. It was as if only by looking down and getting closer could one see how stunning this face was.

Wen Yao felt that Qin Yizhu's eyes were like black holes, and she couldn't help but look into them.

When she came to her senses, Wen Yao felt her face burning hot.

She turned her head away, not daring to look at Qin Yizhu again.

No no no.

Absolutely not.

Stimulated by sex hormones, Wen Yao felt her heart racing, and she was even afraid that Qin Yizhu would hear her heartbeat.

"Wen Yao, has anyone ever told you that you're very beautiful?"

Qin Yizhu took a deep breath.

He was really close to actually doing it.

Fortunately, Wen Yao turned over early enough.

"Wh-what?"

What is he saying?

Wen Yao knew that she did seem to be somewhat pretty; that's what her mother had said back then.

In the past, some people have written love letters to me.

but!

But is it okay to ask this question directly?

I said, "You are very beautiful."

Qin Yizhu's tone was somewhat helpless.

"So, don't get so close to me right after you've taken a shower and are still in your pajamas. After all, I'm a teenage high school boy."

He muttered to himself.

"I...I...I understand."

Wen Yao lowered her head, moved to the side, and placed her hands on her knees, looking somewhat at a loss.

What does that mean?

Did Qin Yizhu mean what I thought he did just now?

The atmosphere between the two became even stranger.

"Ahem, if it were up to me, I would choose this."

Qin Yizhu handed the phone to Wen Yao.

"Okay, this one will do."

Wen Yao dared not look at Qin Yizhu.

That's so strange!

"I'm going to rest now. You should rest early too. Good night."

She lowered her head, sprang up from the sofa, and hurriedly headed towards her room as if fleeing.

Xiao Chunu is quite interesting.

Qin Yizhu watched her retreating figure and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Wait a minute, aren't I a male chef too?

His mouth, which had been wide open, closed again.

No, not at all.

Wen Yao leaned against the door, cupped her face in her hands, and slowly slid down until she was squatting on the ground.

Her mind is completely blank right now.

Qin Yizhu's face lingered in her mind.

No way?

No way, really?

Do I... like him a little?

Is this liking based on hormonal impulses?

Wen Yao didn't know.

She didn't want to think about it; she didn't want to think about anything right now.

She only stood up, supporting herself on her knees, when her legs started to ache.

Then I sat down at the table, opened my iPad, picked up the drawing tool, and began to sketch lines.

Time flies when you start focusing on something.

She only turned on the table lamp. Under the dim light, Wen Yao pursed her lips. On the canvas were a man and a woman.

Just as she was engrossed in her work, she heard footsteps approaching from afar.

In a panic, Wen Yao quickly turned off the tablet, put her hand on the lamp switch, and then listened carefully to the sounds outside.

Like a child doing something naughty.

Then she heard the door open—Qin Yizhu had returned to his room.

Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the door close.

Then she turned on her tablet.

The two people in the painting are dressed as high school students. The slightly tall boy is hugging the girl from behind, kissing her neck with his head down, and his other hand is placed in an indescribable place.

Wen Yao looked at her painting and felt a little embarrassed.

She suddenly remembered what Qin Yizhu had told her: don't go to the drawing book.

I don't think this counts as a sketchbook.

Moreover, it was not for profit.

Just sharing.

With that in mind, she posted the painting on her platform account.

After tidying everything up, Wen Yao lay in bed, but tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

She didn't have insomnia on her first day.

But tonight, she has insomnia.

Because every time I close my eyes, I see Qin Yizhu's face: his expressionless face when he appeared in the art students' training room, his serious and cunning face while eating, and his slightly surprised face when we made eye contact just now.

Her hand moved downwards uncontrollably.

Just once, it should be fine, right?

……

The next day, after Wen Yao got up, she tiptoed to open the door, peeked out, and after confirming that Qin Yizhu was not awake, she sneaked to the bathroom.

He was still clutching something in his hand.

"morning."

The sudden sound startled her, and she immediately turned to look at Qin Yizhu, putting her hands behind her back.

"morning."

Qin Yizhu sensed that Wen Yao was acting strangely.

"You can use it first."

He stood at the door, his voice hoarse from just waking up.

"Go ahead and use it, I'm fine."

Wen Yao said this and quickly walked towards her room.

As she passed Qin Yizhu, she quickly brought her hand, which had been hidden behind her back, to her front.