A strange dream

Shen Songqing was a little annoyed when she saw that An Zhiwu disagreed with her suggestion. "I'm serious, An Zhu. Besides, that kind of thing is endlessly wonderful~"

An Zhiwu felt she needed to break the dirty mood. "Didn't you say you were going to buy Wang Wenbo some clothes?"

"No rush. I'll just pick out a few things for him later."

"..."

Although the men's clothing section was called the men's clothing section,

it was still mostly filled with women. They were either there to buy clothes for their boyfriends or husbands, or accompanying them while they shopped.

Men generally didn't have much say in the matter.

Whether anything got bought depended entirely on whether the wife (or girlfriend) liked the look of it.

An Zhiwu thought that men's clothing designers shouldn't be considering men's tastes, but women's tastes in men's clothing.

While Shen Songqing picked out clothes for Wang Wenbo,

An Zhiwu wandered around too. Song Yihe's shirts were usually white, and he was particular about how he dressed. He wore not only ties, but also tie clips and cufflinks.

In the end, An Zhiwu spent over 5,000 yuan on a tie clip and a pair of cufflinks for Song Yihe.

The tie clip was plain silver, while the cufflinks were sea blue, just like her stud earrings. They looked dignified and refined.

By the time An Zhiwu finished shopping, Shen Songqing had come out carrying bags big and small.

"Come on, An Zhu. Come with me to buy some little umbrellas."

An Zhiwu looked baffled. "What little umbrellas?"

"Hehe, the kind Xiao Bobo uses. And they're extra large~"

An Zhiwu caught on at once, and her face turned red in a flash.

Seeing her reaction, Shen Songqing nudged her with a shoulder. "Seriously, when are you two planning to XXOO? Doctors operate and see human tissue every day. Do you think he might have lost interest in you because of that?"

"Surely not. Song Yihe isn't a gynecologist."

"Who says only gynecologists deal with that? For lots of operations, you have to strip naked before getting on the operating table. But that's just what I've heard. You could sound him out about it sometime."

An Zhiwu remained skeptical of what she'd said.

Besides, whenever she thought of Song Yihe's abstinent-looking face, she felt she couldn't bring herself to "ravish" him.

Then she thought of their last kiss.

People said that when a man kissed, his hands were like they were on autopilot. But Song Yihe had apparently kept one hand cradling her head and the other on her back, without moving either from beginning to end.

At that thought, she suddenly looked down. It wasn't small, either~

Could it really be because he'd seen too many patients?

After they finished shopping, Shen Songqing drove An Zhiwu home. When they reached the gate of Yihe Garden, Shen Songqing clicked her tongue twice. "An Zhu, not bad! He's quite a catch. You'd better hurry up and lock this man down!"

An Zhiwu couldn't quite agree with her idea of "locking him down."

Someone as abstinent-looking as Song Yihe probably wouldn't make the first move, right? Would she have to do it herself?

Pah, pah, pah! You pervert.

An Zhiwu couldn't help giving herself another couple of slaps in her mind.

After getting home and resting for a while,

An Zhiwu went to the little supermarket by the entrance to the residential complex to buy ingredients for dinner.

Then she messaged Song Yihe to ask if he was coming home to eat.

After he said yes, she started preparing dinner.

By the time she'd washed and chopped the ingredients, it was already nearly six.

Song Yihe had been teased several times by his colleagues at the hospital because he'd been coming home on time every day lately.

He didn't shy away from it. He told them outright that he had a girlfriend and had to go home to have dinner with her.

That had stunned everyone at the hospital and broken the hearts of a whole bunch of young nurses.

When Song Yihe got home,

An Zhiwu was busy in the kitchen.

He went into the kitchen and washed his hands. "Do you need any help?"

"No, you'll only make things worse."

"..."

Song Yihe fell quiet for a moment, then finally retreated from the kitchen in silence.

During dinner, An Zhiwu decided to come clean. "Song Yihe, I ran into Tang Jingwen at the mall today."

Song Yihe's chopsticks paused. "Did she bully you?"

"No. She couldn't win an argument with me."

Song Yihe let out a soft laugh. "Who knew you were so formidable?"

"Of course~ I'm a woman who's battled all across King's Canyon. How could I not be?"

"As long as she didn't bully you."

With that, Song Yihe buried his head in his food again. After all, his little girlfriend's cooking really was too good.

When An Zhiwu saw that Song Yihe wasn't going to ask any more about it, she suddenly felt a little let down. She'd wanted to brag about her comeback skills.

"Song Yihe, I fired back at your childhood sweetheart. Are you going to be upset?"

If he dared say yes, she'd never cook for him again!

"No. She grew up doted on and has a rather arrogant, overbearing personality. I was afraid you'd be the one to suffer."

Hearing that, An Zhiwu immediately perked up again. "Hehe~ She couldn't outtalk me. She might be unreasonable and arrogant, but she definitely hasn't learned as many comebacks as I have."

"Did you learn all those comebacks from playing games?"

An Zhiwu thought about it. "Most of them, I guess. You know, there are so many grudges and feuds in games. Sometimes when I come across a classic insult, I even write it down in a little notebook~"

"..."

After Song Yihe finished cleaning up the kitchen,

An Zhiwu pulled him over to sit on the sofa. "I bought you a present today."

Song Yihe raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

She brought out the tie clip and cufflinks as if presenting a treasure. "Look, they match the stud earrings you bought me."

Song Yihe looked down at them. He had to admit, she had excellent taste. The little gifts she'd chosen were right up his alley.

Song Yihe patted her head. "An'an, I really like them."

An Zhiwu giggled.

Then Song Yihe put the gifts away and said to her with a serious expression, "It's the weekend tomorrow and the day after, but I still have a lot of operations to perform, so I can't spend time with you. Please don't be mad at me, okay?"

An Zhiwu nodded like a pestle pounding garlic. Of course she understood his work. "Mm-hmm. I don't have a job anyway, so every day is the weekend for me."

"Good girl. Go get some rest early. I'll take you swimming next week."

That's it?

An Zhiwu had thought he would give her a fierce, passionate kiss or something.

Was that really all there was to it...?

That night,

An Zhiwu had a dream.

In the dream, she and Song Yihe had a fight, and she ignored him in a fit of pique. Then Song Yihe caught her and pinned her against a wall. "Woman, you've successfully caught my attention. Where do you think you're running off to?"

Although one hand was braced against the wall behind her and the other lifted her chin, "Woman, I'd advise you not to test me."

Then a fiery kiss descended.

In the dream, she struggled as she endured it, but in the end she couldn't break free and could only give in~~~