Pampered By All In Different Planes

It must be said that the workaholic Su Zhiruan was moved.

Ever since she had the idea of constructing a base, she had been busy all day with no time to rest. She mentioned it many times, but she really couldn't manage to take a real break.

"Then let's take the day off together tomorrow, without a care in the world, disappearing for one day," Su Zhiruan suggested, looping her arm through his, her eyes curving like new moons.

In the darkness, she couldn't see the man's face clearly but could feel the steady heartbeat in his chest under the elbow and muffled laughter close to her ear, "Okay, seclude ourselves for a day."

"We haven't spent time like this together in a long while," his voice was muffled, entwining his fingers with hers, "haven't you grown tired of me? Last time, you kept looking at a man. Was he handsome? More handsome than me?"

"Man? Which one?" Su Zhiruan blinked, startled by his sour tone, and began scouring her memory for this man she had apparently stared at for quite some time.

"The researcher, he even spoke to you," Wen Qingyu said languidly, moving closer to her, "You were all smiles and chatted for quite a bit."

"Oh! I remember now!" With that reminder, Su Zhiruan suddenly remembered who he was referring to.

It was someone the original owner of her body knew, a neighbor brother she would encounter every day when going out to work from her dilapidated home, a college student who, perhaps pitying a girl working alone, often looked after her.

When Su Zhiruan saw him, he was extremely pleased, having thought that something unfortunate had befallen her, but to his surprise, she was now so impressive.

Seeing her fall silent and lost in thought, Wen Qingyu's grip around her hand tightened.

Jealousy spread at the bottom of his heart.

And then, the next second—

With his elbow propped next to her, he leaped up, gripping her shoulders tightly, and faced Su Zhiruan head-on, "You're distracted, Ruanruan."

"Not at all," Su Zhiruan stubbornly denied, her guilty smile belying her words as she hugged the Wen Qingyu above her, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have known who this is."

"Is that so?" the man casually flipped open a corner, his hand covering it, "So, who is he?"

Caught in a brainstorm, Su Zhiruan actually had no contact with this neighbor brother herself, but she couldn't reveal she wasn't the original owner, so she had to vaguely describe him in broad strokes.

"He is the neighbor brother who lived downstairs before, sometimes we'd exchange a few words when we met on the road," she said as briefly as possible.

Wen Qingyu didn't say anything after hearing this.

He didn't stop his movements.

Su Zhiruan: "...I've explained everything clearly."

"I know," he pecked Su Zhiruan's forehead lightly, and if there were light at that moment, one could see the corners of his lips curving up, his earlobes flushing a deep red; then, he added deliberately, "But now, it's too late to tell me these things."

Su Zhiruan: "…"

Actually, when it comes down to it, they were quite the innocent lovers, having been together so long, yet this was still a first for them today.

Very soon, the fresh and tender peach came into view.

Wen Qingyu blinked.

The third floor was cooler than the first, and with the addition of an electric fan and the breeze coming through the windows, it was even more conducive to lying down.

The half-drawn transparent curtain fluttered in the wind.

Su Zhiruan, peering through her eyelids, pointed at the curtain, "...the curtains aren't drawn, we could be seen..."

The man chuckled lightly, pulling her hand back and interlacing their fingers, "No, we won't."

Su Zhiruan gave him an exasperated look.

Thinking about it, she knew that "soft", in this context, wasn't anything decent.