Gu Suian held a spatula in one hand and chopsticks in the other. Wen Feiran's mind was in a mess. Instead of asking him to put down the chopsticks, he obediently walked over, bent down, and carefully rolled Gu Suian's sleeves. He even patted them twice to check his work.
Is this okay?
Gu Suian enjoyed this heartwarming moment, but with the cameras around, he didn't want to push Wen Feiran too hard, so he suppressed his smile and said, "Very good, thank you."
"It's okay." Wen Feiran emphasized each word deliberately, trying to create distance and make it seem like their relationship wasn't close, and that she was just helping out casually.
However, he failed. The viewers in the live stream were obsessed with the pairing, the CP fans were ecstatic, and the screen was filled with suggestive and inappropriate comments.
Yu Ningjiang had come to get water, but upon seeing this scene, he inexplicably remained silent and quietly left, returning to his room.
Even after the door closed, the image remained in his mind. He stood at the door for a few minutes, intending to grab his phone, but inexplicably ended up going into the bathroom.
After washing his hands, Yu Ningjiang looked at himself in the mirror and was shocked.
What is he laughing at?
He's a die-hard fan of Gu Suian and a hater of Wen Feiran. Seeing their interaction, he was practically grinning from ear to ear!
Chapter 62 is very soft
They desperately needed the money, so Wen Feiran sacrificed his sleep, drafting the document overnight and revising it meticulously. Coincidentally, due to the time difference with China, while everyone else was asleep, netizens flocked to Wen Feiran's live stream.
Wow, this looks amazing! I can't wait to see it in person!
[So, are we really only going to work with this little shop? It's too far away; I can't exactly fly there to buy it.]
[Haha, do you still remember the director of the design institute by Daming Lake? He's probably been waiting forever.]
[Hilarious! Wen Feiran declined numerous invitations before, but now she's designing for a souvenir shop overnight. The contrast is too much!]
[Wen Feiran, you have absolutely no respect for the elderly and care for the young! You don't care at all about the old man's broken heart!]
[Fashion design and fashion design are two different tracks, right? Here's some work! Everyone go dig up Wen Feiran's other aliases! doge]
The design institute also followed the trend and registered an official Weibo. In the past, it was very aloof and only posted information about its works and awards. But this time, it changed its tune and posted a meme of a person biting a handkerchief and crying, and even tagged Wen Feiran.
Viewers who had watched the live stream rushed to the scene, saying they felt sorry for the old director, but they didn't care about his life or death at all, and went on a meme-filled comment section.
The production team is also prepared to capitalize on this surge in viewership, promising that after filming concludes, they will do their utmost to obtain Wen Feiran's and the shop owner's consent to give away the commemorative badges as prizes.
Some fans felt sorry for Wen Feiran, worried that his body wouldn't be able to handle working so long.
The night was very quiet, with only the scratching sound of pen nibs on paper echoing in the room. Wen Feiran carefully examined the paper for a long time before his furrowed brows relaxed. He then made a change to a detail, and a satisfied look appeared on his face.
Before he could even appreciate it, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
This was too abrupt in the quiet night. Wen Feiran didn't react at first and thought she was hallucinating.
But the next second, there was another knock on the door, accompanied by Gu Suian's deep, magnetic voice.
Feiran, are you asleep?
Wen Feiran glanced at the time, blinked in disbelief, thinking Gu Suian had something urgent to attend to, and immediately stood up and strode over.
The moment he opened the door, he suddenly realized he was wearing loose pajamas, looking quite undignified. He stopped abruptly, only opening the door a crack to look at Gu Suian from inside. "What's wrong?"
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Gu Suian's tone remained gentle, not stern.
Wen Feiran was taken aback. "You came here just to ask me this?"
"It's already 2 a. m., and you have to get up early tomorrow morning. Your body won't be able to handle it. You should go to sleep early."
Wen Feiran, not bothering to answer, asked with a puzzled look, "How did you know I wasn't asleep yet?"
Gu Suian paused for a moment, his attitude ambiguous, and only said three words, "Live Stream Room."
"You're watching my live stream?" In a moment of panic, Wen Feiran instinctively opened the door.
"No," Gu Suian said helplessly, "Everyone was worried about you because you weren't sleeping. My private messages were flooded with messages urging me to come and comfort you."
Wen Feiran was touched by everyone's concern for him, but...
Why send a private message to Gu Suian? Gu Suian actually came to find him after seeing it...
This wouldn't apply to anyone else, seemingly implying that their relationship was anything but ordinary.
Wen Feiran's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Gu Suian with a complicated expression.
He still didn't truly feel the reality that he and Gu Suian were a legally married couple, a relationship even closer than that of lovers, signifying not only the past but also a promise for the future.
Wen Feiran seemed to have thought of something and subconsciously took a step forward. Before speaking, he noticed Gu Suian's gaze, which seemed to be staring at his chest.
A question mark appeared above Wen Feiran's head. She looked down and froze, her ear tips turning slightly red.
He was wearing a shapeless, loose-fitting, and particularly childish pajama.
Unlike other clothes, pajamas not only prioritize comfort but also aim to create a sense of intimacy for the wearer.
He'd been wearing these pajamas for three years; they were practically worn out from washing, but Wen Feiran still loved them.
The pajamas had an adorable bunny printed on the front, with fluffy ears drooping down its chest. Wen Feiran had woken up more than once in his sleep to find himself unconsciously rubbing it. Sometimes when he was bored at home, he would also rub it for fun. Over time, he had almost rubbed the two bunny ears raw.