Wen He nestled in Ji Chi's arms, burying her head in his chest and breathing slowly.
Ji Chi smiled and gently patted his back to help him catch his breath.
Wen He's ears turned red as she clutched her clothes, her voice trembling, "My clothes are all dirty..."
"Sweetie, I'll buy you a new one," Ji Chi reached out and rubbed his earlobe, which was soft and still very warm...
If it weren't for the fact that they weren't at home, Wen He Chi would have swallowed Wen He whole Ji Chi.
"I need to take a shower..." Wen He pushed against Ji Chi's heaving chest, her legs weak as she tried to get down. The skin around her collarbone, stained with fruit juice, felt sticky and uncomfortable, yet still carried a fruity scent...
The fragrance at the tip of her nose kept pulling Wen He's thoughts back to what had just happened, and the heat on her face intensified.
Ji Chi picked him up and supported him under his buttocks, carrying him back to Wen He's room like a child.
Wen He took off her dirty clothes and soaked the stained clothes in the sink with laundry detergent.
After turning off the computer, Ji Chi went straight into Wen He's bed. The sheets had just been changed the night before; they were the covers that had been on Ji Chi's bed.
Wen He only brought one set of bed sheets; if she didn't have any, she could only use the ones from Ji Chi's bed.
Last Ji Chi, Ji Chi accidentally spilled milk on the sheets, so the two of them couldn't sleep. They had to go to Ji Chi's room and bring his bedding over.
I figured I'd just make do, since the show only has two more days left.
Ji Chi has made up his mind. After the show ends, he will move to Wen He's small rented apartment. The new villa still needs to be completely renovated before he can move in.
If Wen He doesn't agree, they can move into the house he's currently living in.
In reality, whether the other party agrees or not, he would not allow someone to live alone; he was simply giving them a place to live to choose from.
Ji Chi was thinking seriously until Wen He shoved the hair dryer into his hand, bringing him back to his senses.
"Hmm? Why are you getting lazier and lazier? I have to blow-dry your hair too." Ji Chi complained, but his hands moved with practiced ease.
Wen He stiffened his neck, dodging the deliberately mischievous hairdryer, and smiled faintly, revealing two small dimples on his face. "I'm used to it... Ji Chi, if you don't want me to, I'll just blow-dry it myself."
After saying that, he made a move to grab the buzzing hair dryer from the other person's hand, but Ji Chi raised his arm to avoid it.
"Don't move, I'll blow it for you."
Wen He smiled contentedly with her eyes narrowed, sitting cross-legged obediently waiting for the other party to serve her.
"Okay." Ji Chi put the hairdryer into the bathroom. Thunder rumbled outside the window, and a torrential downpour began. He lowered his eyes, turned on the tap to rinse the hair off his palms, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.
He wrung out the T-shirt that was soaking in the sink and threw it directly into the trash can.
If it gets dirty, then discard it.
Wen He gently rotated the earrings to prevent them from sticking together.
Ji Chi came out of the bathroom, put his arm around the other person, watched TV for a while, and then turned off the lights and went to sleep.
There are only two days left until the variety show ends.
Wen He changed into the clothes Ji Chi had just bought for her and sat in the restaurant, gulping down her Chinese medicine. Zhang Shengsheng sat beside her, watching her with a bitter taste in her mouth.
" Xiao He, how long are you going to drink this?" Zhang Shengsheng asked, biting into her small steamed bun with difficulty. It wasn't sweet...
Ji Chi fed him a piece of milk candy at just the right moment.
"I don't know exactly how long it will take."
"Hmm, then you should take good care of yourself," Zhang Shengsheng thought, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, that the other person looked a little thinner.
She wasn't fat to begin with, but now she looks even thinner than a sheet of paper.
Ji Chi noticed this as well, and recently he has been making chicken soup and feeding him medicinal meals. Even breakfast is a new medicinal meal specially prepared by the family chef to help regulate his body.
Wen He lowered her head and drank the porridge in her bowl, while Duan Yueyang came out of the kitchen carrying two breakfasts.
He walked along, shaking his head, his face full of shock.
"That's terrifying... Jiangjiang really has an iron stomach."
"What's wrong?" Zhang Shengsheng asked, looking at Yun Li who was fiddling around in the kitchen.
"Guess what I just saw?" Duan Yueyang asked mysteriously as he stirred the noodles with a fork, letting them soak up the sauce and become stained with a dark brown color.
"What?" Although Wen He already had a general idea, she was still curious about what other dishes the other party could come up with.
"Small steamed buns filled with cooked oatmeal, then dipped in yogurt," Duan Yueyang said, mixing the sauce in her bowl and stirring the extra portion next to her to make sure the sauce covered the noodles.
Zhang Shengsheng imagined the scene... "Why do I think... it tastes pretty good? It's all sweet?"
Wen He nodded obediently, "I think so too."
Ji Chi slowly drank the yam porridge in his bowl; it was bland and tasteless...
Upon hearing their words, Duan Yueyang's gaze towards them changed... He simply couldn't accept this innovation.
"Oh... I almost forgot there was a fried egg inside the steamed bun."
As soon as the other person finished speaking, Zhang Shengsheng shook her head rapidly, "No, no, no, no..."
Yun Li carried his own unique breakfast to the table, placed it on an empty seat, and then, while eating a small steamed bun with Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, went upstairs.
Duan Yueyang couldn't help but ask, " Yun Li, you're eating steamed buns with chili peppers for breakfast? You've been preparing for so long, didn't you prepare some for yourself?"
Yun Li smiled and held up the small steamed bun in his hand, revealing two sharp canine teeth. He grinned smugly, "I'll eat this one. The other one is for my brother."
After saying that, he walked upstairs, leaving the rest of the restaurant staff staring at the plate of breakfast...
I don't understand, but I respect it.
Wen He also gently shook his head. Although he didn't understand either, could Jiangjiang really eat that?
[Oh my god...]
[I suspect that Yun Li doesn't actually like Jiangjiang at all; he just wants someone to eat so he can cook for him...]
[This isn't love, it's pure revenge! Who said he liked Jiangjiang?!]
[She's scheming... she eats steamed buns and Lao Gan Ma chili sauce herself, but feeds Jiangjiang some bizarre food.]
[This man... uh... very good]
[If you don't understand, do you have Jiangjiang?]
[Leaving aside Jiangjiang, I doubt this Demon Dragon is having an easy time either. Eating this bland porridge with his wife, he looks terrible.]
[I prefer what Yangyang prepared; it looks delicious!]
When Jiang Ye returned from his workout at the cabin, Duan Yueyang waved to him.
" Jiang Ye, I made you breakfast. Come and eat quickly after you take a shower, or the noodles will get soggy!"
"Thank you, please wait a moment." Jiang Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead, thanked him, and headed upstairs. He happened to run into Xie Zhengci in the stairwell, and the two greeted each other.
The show is nearing its end, and Xie Zhengci has gotten what he wanted. Now he has to face new enemies.
"I wonder what activities are happening today... Oh dear, I'm already a little reluctant to leave after staying here for so long," Zhang Shengsheng said, biting into a small steamed bun, her voice tinged with melancholy.
"It's okay. It's not like we'll all stop contacting each other after the show ends. I live in Summer City, so we can still hang out together sometime," Duan Yueyang said, biting off the noodles in her mouth as she comforted the other person.
"That's true... Xiao He, where do you live?" After thinking it over, Zhang Shengsheng shifted the topic to Wen He.
"I... I live in Summer City."
Worried that the other person might say something, Ji Chi offered him another small fried dough stick, "Eat something oily."