A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Achoo—" Gu Feng had been sneezing non-stop for most of the morning.

However, he felt that this had nothing to do with whether Su Man'er missed him or not; it was purely because of the air conditioner in Ding Hanhan's room that had been running all night.

The longer he stayed in this era, the less he understood the quirks of modern people: on a hot day, they insisted on wrapping themselves in quilts and turning on the air conditioning; but when it got freezing cold, they would hold up an ice cream and lick it as much as they could.

If these two things can be considered enjoyment, then Gu Feng can only admit that he is not fortunate enough to enjoy them.

My phone vibrated again in my pocket.

Gu Feng didn't even lift his eyelids, too lazy to bother with his eyes open.

From morning until now, this thing has been vibrating and vibrating, all of it sending text messages from the same unknown number.

"What's your name?"

Can we be friends?

Are you busy?

Why aren't you replying to my messages?

...and so on.

Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, Gu Feng glanced at it and ignored it completely.

Su Man'er had warned her long ago: never reply to any messages from strangers, they are all scams—either they'll try to scam you out of your phone bill or trick you into sending money.

Actually, Gu Feng did want to reply, but the problem was that he couldn't type at all.

"Gu Feng, are you feeling unwell?" When get out of class ended, Peng Liangpei turned around and looked at him expectantly.

"It's nothing." Gu Feng shook his head lightly.

"Oh." Peng Jingpei didn't know what to say next. Sometimes she felt so helpless and wanted to tear her hair out at this "four no's" man of the new era.

To be honest, Peng Liangpei quite enjoys the ambiguous relationship between her and Gu Feng.

But this guy neither takes initiative, nor refuses, nor makes promises, nor takes responsibility, leaving her suspended in mid-air, unable to go up or down, making her feel uneasy.

These "four no's" men can be divided into several types: the freeloader type, the subtle fragrance type, the clever and quick-witted type, the extraordinary temperament type, and then there's the diamond aristocrat type.

Peng Jingpei secretly categorized Gu Feng and felt that he possessed three qualities: a subtle fragrance, an extraordinary temperament, and the aristocratic air of a diamond.

Most of the time, Gu Feng looks like a well-behaved boy, with delicate features, always clean and neat, and endearing.

He never flirts with other women, let alone tries to provoke any girls.

But there are always girls who rush to get close to him—like himself, and like that persistent Chu Xinran.

Most women like the pretty boy type. If you have to say that Gu Feng is a pretty boy, Peng Liangpei doesn't mind being part of that "majority" and allowing him to step into her emotional territory that she has always kept tightly sealed.

But she really wanted to catch him and ask: "You're in, so stop walking around like that."

It cannot be denied that women are just as attracted to beauty. Whether it was Su Man'er, Peng Jingpei, or the usually aloof Ding Hanhan, they were all unknowingly drawn to Gu Feng's "lust".

Men are attracted to women's figures and faces. Women, however, are not satisfied with just a strong physique and a distinctive face.

Peng Jingpei was unknowingly drawn to him, not because he was handsome, but because of the masculine charm he exuded silently.

Wine is best when it's aged. Men are the same; they need time to mature and become truly exceptional.

Although Gu Feng is young, in Peng Liangpei's eyes he is mature, steady, capable and wise, and also has a good sense of humor.

When you feel ashamed, he will never laugh it off; instead, he will comfort you with gentle words.

He never even points out your ignorance and naivety, but generously covers for you.

When Peng Jingpei encountered such an exceptional "four no's" man, she felt like she had won the lottery, both delighted and bewildered—not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Should we take the initiative and go all out, or simply ignore him?

She was torn between persisting or giving up.

Relationships are not a game; if you treat them carelessly, the end result is often one of physical and mental exhaustion.

"What are you thinking about?" Gu Feng asked, seeing her mutter a couple of sentences and then stare blankly at him with a look of confusion and melancholy in her eyes.

"N-nothing." Peng Jingpei finally snapped out of her daze, realizing that she seemed to have been staring at him for a long time. Her face flushed slightly, but she mustered up her courage and asked, "Are you free tonight? Come with me to see a movie."

Gu Feng didn't know what was so great about the movie, but the thought of going to see it with Peng Jingpei seemed like a good idea. His heart warmed, and he almost agreed on the spot, but after thinking it over, he shook his head: "Not tonight."

"Oh." Peng Jingpei's eyes dimmed, utterly embarrassed. Her first time asking a boy out had resulted in a rebuff. For someone as ambitious as the sky but whose fate seemed as fragile as paper, this was a significant blow.

"I'm not free tonight, but I'm definitely available tomorrow night," Gu Feng added.

"Really?" Peng Liangpei's face lit up again instantly.

"If I'm lying, will you treat me to dinner?" Gu Feng asked with amusement.

"Please!" Peng Liangpei blurted out without thinking.

Gu Feng was stunned.

After school in the afternoon, Gu Feng walked Ding Hanhan home as usual.

When he said "dropped off," he didn't even touch the steering wheel. It was actually Abu who picked him up and dropped him off—Abu drove him and Ding Hanhan back to the Ding family mansion first, and then dropped Gu Feng off separately.

If Gu Feng could drive himself, it would save him a lot of trouble.

But Abu doesn't mind the trouble at all. If Feng Shao really learns to drive, then he'll be in real trouble—he'll probably be unemployed and laid off after that.

The car dropped Ding Hanhan off at the gate of the house, but Gu Feng didn't even bother to get out.

The moment Ding Hanhan's heels touched the ground, he urged Abu to hurry up and leave, wishing he could fly out of the street immediately.

Unfortunately, Abu, who is usually obedient and afraid of him, refused to obey this time. Instead of moving, he went against him and turned off the engine.

"Abu, do you really not want to continue working here?" Gu Feng glared.

"Young Master Feng, I'm sorry, I didn't want to either."

Abu's face was contorted into a bitter expression.

He simply couldn't choose between Ding Lisheng and Gu Feng.

Before school was even over in the afternoon, Ding Lisheng called, instructing him to pick up the person and bring them home, and to make sure that Young Master Feng waited at home. When Abu explained the reason, Gu Feng was so angry he jumped up and down – Ding Lisheng was clearly up to no good.

Taking his anger out on Abu wouldn't do any good; after all, he was just someone else's employee. With no other option, Gu Feng reluctantly pushed open the car door and stepped inside.

Ding Hanhan glanced back and saw that Gu Feng had followed her into the house. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

The slap Su Man'er gave her this morning really hurt.

But then again, she did bite Gu Feng, and the bite left deep, bloody marks. Even if the wound heals, the mark will probably never disappear—it's like branding him with her own personal mark.

Although she paid the price of a slap, it was still worth it. However, Ding Hanhan, who had never been hit before, felt suffocated all day.

Strangely enough, what she wanted to do most was not to find someone to take revenge on Su Man'er, but to just snuggle into Gu Feng's arms and have a good cry.

Unfortunately, this guy spent the whole day flirting with Peng Liangpei and didn't say a single kind word to her.

A man's shoulder is like a drug; once you get hooked, it's easy to become addicted, so you must never develop a dependence on it.

Ding Hanhan reminded herself of this.

To avoid getting too addicted, she didn't choose to stay in the hall with Gu Feng, but went straight into her room.

Unexpectedly, Gu Feng shamelessly followed them in. A grown man swaggered into Miss Ding's boudoir, and Ding Hanhan wasn't even angry.

Does it mean that once is entering, twice is entering, and as you keep entering, both the one entering and the one being entered get used to it?

"What are you doing here?" Ding Hanhan asked casually, not like an interrogation, but more like a routine question.

"It was too dark last night, I didn't see clearly, I want to take another look," Gu Feng replied casually, looking around.

Didn't you see clearly? Want to look again? Ding Hanhan's heart skipped a beat. She had seen many men, but she had never encountered a lecherous man as bold, ruthless, and shameless as Gu Feng before.

Last night she dared to undress, fueled by alcohol and the atmosphere.

In broad daylight, how could she possibly lower herself to do it? Even if she really liked this man, she should at least have some sense of propriety.

Unexpectedly, just as she was complaining about the lack of atmosphere, Gu Feng had already strolled over to the high-end stereo system that had been filling the room with music the night before, touching it here and pressing it there, clearly determined to create an atmosphere.

Ding Hanhan was speechless for a moment.

Is dating just about taking off your clothes and going to bed? Who knows? She's never been in a relationship before.

But, could she and Gu Feng be considered to be in a relationship? But then she remembered the infatuation and rapture in his eyes when he looked at her body last night, and a sense of pride welled up in her heart.

Didn't you always say you looked down on me and didn't like me? If you're so tough, then stop staring at me and drooling.

Ding Hanhan is Ding Hanhan after all; though her heart was pounding with rage, her face remained impassive.

"You really still want to watch?" Ding Hanhan bit her lower lip, her tone firm.

"Of course I want to. Why would I come in if I didn't?" Gu Feng replied matter-of-factly.

Ding Hanhan sighed inwardly, gracefully stepped forward, and gently pressed a button with her slender, white fingers, causing the music to flow back into the room. Then she turned around, closed the door, and drew the curtains before slowly walking back to Gu Feng.

Gu Feng frowned almost imperceptibly, not thinking much of it, but he felt more and more that there was a reason for this woman's gloomy personality. You see, as soon as she gets home, she goes straight to her room, closes the door and draws the curtains, locking herself in her own little world.

It's easier said than done to make someone like that cheerful.

However, when Gu Feng looked up and suddenly saw what Ding Hanhan was doing, he was immediately stunned.