The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

When Wen Song returned, Wen Miaomiao was already home, curled up on the sofa playing games.

Hearing the door close, I glanced at her briefly. "You're back?"

Wen Song hummed in agreement. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

"What's there to say? I don't want to ruin your date."

Wen Song's cheeks instantly turned bright red, and she said shyly, "What are you saying? Who's on a date?"

While playing the game, Wen Miaomiao teased her, "I, I went on a date. Not only did I go on a date, I even held hands with someone."

Wen Song's face turned even redder. "You little rascal, Wen Miaomiao! I was wondering why you disappeared so quickly; turns out you were hiding behind me, peeping!"

She strode forward and, taking advantage of her inattention, snatched her phone away. "The doctor said your condition doesn't allow you to stay up late. Go take a shower and rest now."

Wen Miaomiao was so angry that she started yelling, "You stinky Wen Song, you're doing this again! Give me back my phone! This is taking revenge on your own, you can't be a mother like you, I'm going to tell my dad right now!"

Wen Song was completely unfazed by her threats and went straight to her room. "Go ahead, let me hear whether your dad approves of me disciplining you or indulges you in staying up all night playing on your phone."

After she finished speaking, she was stunned for a moment. When did she start saying "your dad" so naturally?

Wen Miaomiao naturally didn't have the courage to make the call, and only dared to follow behind Wen Song, muttering complaints incessantly, "Fine, fine, I went to great lengths to bring you and Lu Zhiheng together, only to end up making you two united against your benefactor, right?"

Wen Song found the pajamas she would wear tonight in the closet and walked straight to the bathroom without looking at anyone. "Knowing that it's mentally and physically demanding, try to do this kind of thing less often in the future."

Wen Miaomiao scoffed, "You're so naive, you just abandon him as soon as you're done with it. If I did less, you and him would probably still be completely estranged."

Wen Song had already entered the bathroom when he heard this. He stopped suspiciously and turned to look at her. "Didn't you say you'd be born smoothly next year? If he and I haven't had any contact at all by now, how did you even come to be here?"

One sentence left Wen Miaomiao speechless, and all her resentment vanished instantly. Her eyes darted around nervously, and she said, "How would I know where I came from? You can't witness these things in person. In short, just holding hands is definitely not enough."

After Wen Miaomiao finished speaking, she didn't dare to linger at all, leaving Wen Song frozen in place. She then fled back to her room and closed her door.

Wen Song watched her disappear through the door. After a long while, she came to her senses, let out a heavy sigh, her cheeks burning. "What kind of logic is that? Who even asked her that? Can't this child stop thinking so wildly?"

After taking a shower, Wen Song lay down on the bed and casually picked up her phone to look at it. On WeChat, there was a red dot on the profile picture of a river and distant mountains in a black, white and gray color scheme.

Wen Song hovered his fingertip above the profile picture for two seconds, then tapped it—

L: Are you asleep?

As Wen Song looked at those three words, she unconsciously recalled the scene when the two of them parted outside the elevator. He seemed extremely reluctant and unwilling to let go, slowly loosening his grip on her fingers one by one. "Songsong, see you tomorrow."

Wen Song consciously imagining the words in the message in his gentle and tender tone, and a flush of heat involuntarily rose to her cheeks. She fanned herself with her hand several times until the heat subsided before replying to him.

Songsong: No, I just took a shower.

I thought that someone as busy as Lu Zhiheng would be busy with other things if he didn't get a reply immediately after sending the message. Just like last time when he went abroad, Wen Song replied that she would invite him and Wen Miaomiao to dinner when he returned to China, but he never replied.

But this time, it was completely beyond Wen Song's expectations. He seemed to be waiting for her right next to her phone. As soon as Wen Song sent the message, he replied instantly.

L: Are you going to sleep?

Songsong: Wait a little longer, Miaomiao isn't asleep yet. I'll go check on her after she falls asleep before I go to sleep myself.

L: You do this every day, waiting for her to fall asleep before you go to sleep?

Songsong: Pretty much. Miaomiao likes to kick off the covers when she sleeps, and sometimes she'll secretly hide under the covers to play on her phone.

Lu Zhiheng imagined Wen Song sneaking into Wen Miaomiao's room every night, covering her with a blanket, and catching her playing on her phone. A faint smile curved his thin lips.

L: What about you? Do you kick off the covers when you sleep? If you do, who will cover you up?

Wen Song was surprised that Lu Zhiheng would ask her this question, and thought about it for a moment.

Songsong: When I was little, I used to kick, but now that I'm older and sleep independently, I'm not sure if I still do it.

Wen Song vaguely remembered that her father once said when she was a child that she always liked to kick off the blankets while sleeping, and he would get up several times every night to cover her with the blankets.

Later, she moved into the Zhou family home and lived alone on the third floor. Aunt Yun and the others respected her and never entered her room without her permission. Therefore, they probably did not go into her room in the middle of the night to check on her sleep.

She was just stating the facts, but she didn't expect that someone as thoughtful as Lu Zhiheng would immediately sense the disappointment hidden in Wen Song's words.

The thought of her losing both parents at such a young age, living under someone else's roof while being forced to grow up independently filled him with intense heartache.

L: It's okay even if you kick, I'll cover you with a blanket then.

It was actually a very ordinary sentence. Lu Zhiheng didn't realize it when he typed it out, but the next second after sending the message, he reread it and suddenly realized that there seemed to be a little bit of ambiguity behind the sentence.

Wen Song is naturally very shy, and upon seeing this message, she might misunderstand his meaning and think he is a frivolous person.

But the message had already been sent, and withdrawing it would only make it seem like a blatant attempt to cover something up, and all the more deliberate.

Lu Zhiheng hesitated for a moment, then decided to wait and see.

Just as Lu Zhiheng had predicted, Wen Song on the other side was blushing and her heart was pounding as she stared at the line of text on the screen, her mind in complete turmoil.

She didn't internally criticize Lu Zhiheng for his abrupt words, but she was shocked. She still remembered Lu Zhiheng saying that he wanted to speed up their relationship. Now she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Could it really be that fast?

Lu Zhiheng was never an impatient person, but after only three minutes, his patience ran out. His fingers tapped the phone faster and faster until he finally couldn't resist and made a call.

Wen Song really didn't know how to reply to that message. He wanted to pretend he hadn't seen it and simply not reply.

She had already prepared an excuse, in case Lu Zhiheng asked her about it tomorrow, she would say that she had fallen asleep. She never expected that Lu Zhiheng would suddenly call her.

Like a midnight terror, she jumped in fright, sitting bolt upright in bed. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before answering, "Feed?"

Lu Zhiheng's deep voice came through the receiver, seemingly carrying a slight electric current, "It's me."

Wen Songqiao's thick eyelashes trembled slightly. "I know."

Lu Zhiheng hesitated for two seconds, "I called specifically to tell you that the message just now didn't mean anything by it, so don't overthink it."

Wen Song's voice softened even more. Thankfully, she was on the phone and the other person couldn't see her face, which was flushed red. She could only force herself to hide it, "Yeah, I didn't think much of it."

Lu Zhiheng chuckled softly. Although he couldn't see her face, just from her trembling voice, he could already picture her embarrassed. He couldn't help but tease her. "But don't completely forget. Although today is only the first day I'm officially pursuing you, we'll eventually reach that point."

Wen Song's face turned completely red, her chin almost touching her chest, her voice barely a whisper, tinged with a helpless pleading, "...Could you please stop talking..."

The voice was soft and sweet, like a newborn kitten meowing at him and then gently stepping on his heart with its chubby little paw.

Lu Zhiheng's heart melted instantly. His already gentle tone became even softer, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Get some rest. Goodnight, see you tomorrow!"