Hunt her

Yan Xu shook his head calmly, denying his birthday in an extremely ordinary tone: "My least favorite day."

The woman who gave herself life doesn't want her to live, so her birthday has meaning.

Just another cursed day.

Shen Yi blurted out, "Why?"

Only after asking did I realize that I had crossed the line again in this relationship.

This must involve her past.

"Why so many whys?" Yan Xu opened and closed her lips, hesitating whether to speak or not: "Shen Yi, it's fine if we're just ordinary roommates."

Don't get close, don't cross the line, and ignore her.

Just treat her like a stone that will never turn black or rot for thousands of years, without a heart or feelings.

They are only fit to live like zombies.

It was the same familiar phrase again. Shen Yi had lost count of how many times he had heard it. He was a person with pride, and he would feel frustrated and sad every time he was pushed away.

But he couldn't help wanting to get closer, like a magnet, wanting to stick to her whenever he saw her.

He gave a wry smile: "As you wish."

Strangers... he can't do it.

As for ordinary roommates, both roommates and friends have the character "friend" in their names.

The door closed, and the bedroom fell silent once more.

Yan Xu remained seated at the foot of the bed, the water at the tips of his hair completely evaporated. His expression was unfocused as he stared at the ground, utterly exhausted and listless, as if his soul had been drained, leaving only a shell.

The doctor said her heart was severely damaged, and her body was also showing symptoms, such as anorexia.

She was now devoid of emotional fluctuations, her whole being listless and gloomy. Negative emotions fermented in her heart, growing bigger and bigger until they finally overwhelmed her.

Yan Xu had checked some related posts.

Many people say that the fastest way to restore mental strength is to spend time with someone with high energy, and borrow that energy to fill the void in your own life.

But on what grounds?

What did high-energy people do wrong?

Why should we be treated like offerings, having our energy drained by others?

A strong sense of morality prevented Yan Xu from making this choice.

This is why she rejected Shen Yi again and again.

He is good, so he deserves to be better.

She will then end the relationship, and the two will pretend they don't know each other and become strangers again.

......

It was already completely dark outside the window.

The summer night begins its countdown with the chirping of cicadas.

The room was filled with the calming scent of pear blossom incense.

Yan Xu, wearing loose pajamas, curled up on the sofa and read for a while. Just as she was about to go to bed, the front door outside opened and closed.

I glanced at the time; it was past 10 p.m.

This is a good time to be a thief.

With the lights off, the room was shrouded in darkness. Yan Xu muttered, "Going out so late, back to your old ways?"

While waiting for the elevator, Shen Yi kept sneezing: "Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!"

"That's strange, it's not even the change of seasons yet, why do I feel like my rhinitis has flared up?"

Not long after, Yan Xu fell asleep, and she had no idea what time Shen Yi returned to the rented apartment.

......

The next day.

A bowl of dumplings was placed on the table.

She tore a note off the bottom of the bowl: "The breakfast shop downstairs is closed for a day, it'll reopen tomorrow. I cooked some dumplings for you this morning, I hope your roommate won't mind."

"..."

The last sentence is quite morally manipulative.

It has a green tea flavor.

Yan Xu pulled out a stool and sat down, unsure whether he should eat the bowl of dumplings in front of him.

I won't eat it; after all, he cooked it himself, and it wouldn't be right to waste someone's good intentions.

I'm afraid that if he eats it, he'll do this every day in the future.

Yan Xu was caught in a dilemma.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

Xiaotong: [Many shops in the county are closing for the day to celebrate the holiday. It seems like any shop owned by a local ethnic minority will be closed for the day.]

Yan Zheng complained: "No wonder I couldn't buy breakfast and had to buy bread from the supermarket."

Yan Xu had a sudden inspiration: "Xiao Tong, have you had breakfast?"

Xiao Tong: [Not yet, what's wrong, Sister Yan Xu?]

Yan Xu felt relieved: "I'll bring you some dumplings. You can eat at the guesthouse before going to the Torch Festival."

That way, we won't waste it.

Xiaotong: [Great!!! I was just wondering what to eat.]

Yan Zheng said jealously, "What about me? Sister Yan Xu, you're being unfair."

Um... she forgot about Yan Zheng.

Aunt Chen doesn't need to worry; she cooks for herself every day.

Yan Xu typed and deleted, then hesitantly sent it: 【It wasn't me who cooked it... there was only one serving.】

After saying that, she felt inexplicably guilty.

It wasn't directed at Yan Zheng, but at Shen Yi.

She clutched her chest, trying to reassure herself: "It's okay. He was just cooking for himself anyway. It's better to share this kindness with someone else than to waste it on me."

The self-brainwashing is showing initial results.

Xiaotong replied in the group chat: 【Oh~~ My brother-in-law cooked it? Wow~ I'll eat this dog food first!】

"..."

Yan Zheng began to apologize: [It's over, I can't take it back now. I was wrong, boss. I shouldn't have said you were biased. I wish you and your husband 999 years...]

"..."

These two little brats.

What boss? That sounds rather embarrassing.

After packing the dumplings, Yan Xu left for work, completely satisfied.

Just as she predicted.

On the first day of the Torch Festival, guests at Zhenyunxuan went out early in the morning. The entire guesthouse was empty except for three or four rooms that were occupied.

Xiao Tong sat comfortably in the lounge area, eating dumplings. "Sister Yan Xu, you're alone today. Will your husband come to keep you company?"

"No." Yan Xu picked up a mop and started cleaning the hallway. "He also wants to celebrate the holiday."

Xiaotong let out a disappointed "Ah," feeling the frustration of her favorite couple suddenly ceasing to produce any sweet moments. But as soon as she looked up, her disappointment vanished instantly: "You're lying! My brother-in-law is here, isn't he?"

She knew that her favorite CP would definitely produce something.

Who's here?

Yan Xu noticed a shadow on the ground, shining from behind her, standing side by side with her own shadow, only the other shadow was much taller.

Yan Xu immediately knew the answer. She was about to turn around and greet them when the other person walked right past her and went inside.

I didn't say a word to her.

Shen Yi stared straight at Xiao Tong.

She followed his gaze.

"..."

Oh no, we've been found out.

That feeling of guilt resurfaced.

Shen Yi turned his head and stared intently at her, as if waiting for an explanation.

How come someone else ate the breakfast he painstakingly cooked?

After thinking for a long time, Yan Xu finally managed to utter only three words: "Don't waste it."

I felt a little uneasy.

Upon hearing the answer, Shen Yi's expression visibly darkened, his eyes shifting from a stubborn desire for an explanation to sadness and grievance.

Especially his slightly drooping, tearful eyes, and his furrowed brows, made him look pitiful, as if he had been bullied.

Yan Xu felt even more guilty now.

How could she forget that this person was a male Daji?

Troublesome.

In Xiaotong's eyes, the interaction between the two was a scene straight out of a sweet romance.

Their eyes met, conveying a profound understanding without uttering a word, communicating tacitly through their gazes alone.

We need to eat quickly so as not to disturb their time together.

Xiaotong quickly stuffed the remaining two dumplings into her mouth: "My friend is still waiting for me, I have to go now!"

With no one else at the front desk and no one to draw attention, Yan Xu's unease was amplified.

Yan Xu tentatively asked, "How about I cook you a meal?"

Here you go, as an apology.

Shen Yi nodded: "Okay, but I'll decide when to cook it."

With that matter finally resolved, Yan Xu felt relieved: "Okay."

For the next few hours, no matter what work Yan Xu did, Shen Yi would follow behind and try to do it for him.

But I can't do it well.

When wiping a table, he only wipes a small area in front of him; when sweeping the floor, he only sweeps the middle of the path where people often walk. What's worse, he snatches the mop and starts using it before wringing out the water, leaving the floor covered in water.

This instantly increased the workload.

Yan Xu, unable to bear it any longer, said: "Shen Yi."

Shen Yi looked exhausted but eager to be praised: "I'm not tired, I'll rest later."

Who asked you if you were tired?

Seeing him like this, Yan Xu swallowed the words of criticism he wanted to say, after all, he meant well.

She put her hands on her hips, her face looking somewhat displeased: "Give me the mop."

"Okay." He did as instructed.

Yan Xu issued the order: "Go to the front desk."

Shen Yi refused: "I can help you in the backyard."

I'm really afraid of people who are both stupid and hardworking.

Like him.

"Do you have a housekeeper at home?" she asked abruptly, startling Shen Yi.

Did she know about his family background?

Shen Yi asked timidly, "Why do you say that?"

"Look at the floor, there's a puddle of water everywhere. Anyone who didn't know better would think there was a leak," Yan Xu said, annoyed. "You obviously can't do housework."

Okay, he really doesn't know how...

No kidding, this is his first time doing this. The housekeeper takes care of everything at home, from food and clothing to housing and transportation, so he doesn't have to worry about these things.

Shen Yi: "I have a good learning ability; I can understand something after reading it only once."

"..." Yan Xu found him annoying, "No, you haven't done housework for over twenty years, and suddenly you're learning it for me? I can't handle it. Don't stand here and delay me from mopping the floor!"

Making others do things they would never do for you will one day become a boomerang that pierces your own body.

The most typical form of emotional blackmail is, "I once did this for you..."

Seeing this, Shen Yi had no choice but to go to the front desk and leave the backyard, looking back every few steps.

Since they returned from the hospital, Yan Xu has noticed that Shen Yi has become increasingly fond of being around her.

Things were gradually spiraling out of control, developing in a way she had never imagined.

Yan Xu even wondered if she shouldn't have chosen him to marry, and if she hadn't rejected him harshly enough.

She looked in the direction Shen Yi had left, her expression grave.

Don't come any closer, Shen Yi.

......

I don't know if what I just said really hurt him, but from morning until noon, he kept his distance from her.

But this is good; this is how it should be between her and him.

After a busy morning, Yan Xu went to the front desk to get a water cup.

She picked up the cup and her eyes widened in surprise. It contained red dates, goji berries, and longan, all of which are good for replenishing qi and blood.

Looking at the table again, there's a large bag of red date, goji berry, and longan health tea.

Shen Yi sat at the front desk, and she asked him, "Did you prepare all of this?"

"Uh, um..." Shen Yi scratched the tip of his nose, pointed at her water glass and hesitated, "Xiao Tong prepared this. She brought it for you when you were hospitalized last time."

He was afraid that if Yan Xu said he bought it, Yan Xu would return it to him without saying a word.

She didn't know what kind of jackal or tiger he was, which prevented her from getting close to him.

Yan Xu took a sip: "This kid seems carefree, but he's quite thoughtful."

It tastes a little sweet, but the sweetness is just right and not cloying, which is acceptable for someone like her who doesn't have a good appetite.

Shen Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "It is indeed quite good."

ta.

Hmm... him.

Upon hearing this, Yan Xu glanced at his expression and raised an eyebrow: "You like this type?"