Forced into a romantic relationship

"Dream? What dream?"

Han Zhou was dumbfounded when he heard Zhong Yin's question.

No, you know perfectly well that I was just pretending to be asleep, so why are you asking this kind of question?

How would I know what kind of dream it was?

Since Zhong Yin insisted on continuing the act, he had no choice but to play along. He coughed lightly and mumbled, "It wasn't anything special, just something about us shopping together, I can't remember the specifics..."

"Going shopping...when did that happen?" Zhong Yin pressed for an answer.

Didn't I already say I couldn't remember...?

Han Zhou muttered to himself, but outwardly pretended to be trying hard to remember, saying uncertainly, "It should be some kind of holiday..."

Zhong Yin's eyes lit up, seemingly excited, and she quickly asked, "Is it the New Year?"

But as if she had remembered something, her eyes gradually dimmed, and the excitement on her face subsided.

"possible."

Han Zhou went along with it, but he wasn't sure. He really couldn't figure out Zhong Yin's intentions in asking these questions. Could it be that he wanted to find a reason to punish him?
After all, the other party just said that past events could be forgiven, and if they still wanted to vent their anger, they would have to find another reason.

Therefore, he answered quite cautiously, giving Zhong Yin whatever she wanted to hear.

But then again... was Sister Yin really that good-tempered when she was young, that she could overlook something like this?
Even someone as thick-skinned as Han Zhou couldn't help but feel guilty and ashamed at this moment. He wouldn't complain even if he stood here and got a few wrenches. But Zhong Yin didn't seem to care much.

While he was pondering, Zhong Yin suddenly asked, "What did you call me in the dream?"

"what?"

"What did you call me in my dream?"

Han Zhou hesitated, "Sister Yin, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Zhong Yin shook her head, took the hair tie off her wrist, and quickly and neatly tied her ponytail back up.

As her ponytail flew high, the gloom on her face disappeared, replaced by a bright and cheerful expression. She said in a commanding tone, "From today onwards, you are not allowed to call me Sister Yin."

"Why?" Han Zhou was taken aback.

"Why? I'm clearly younger than you, it would be strange if you called me Sister Yin, wouldn't it?" Zhong Yin raised her hand to brush aside her bangs and glared at him irritably.

After all, such an incident had just occurred not long ago, and a faint blush still lingered on the girl's face, yet she exuded a captivating charm in every gesture.

Han Zhou found it strange. He had been using the nickname "Sister Yin" for several days, and Zhong Yin had always accepted it happily. Why would she suddenly protest?

"Then what should I call you?" he asked.

"Anything is fine, just not Sister Yin."

"Then..." Han Zhou hesitated for a moment, "Yinmei?"

"no!"

Zhong Yin nearly spat out blood, barely managing to swallow the word "get lost," before angrily retorting, "All you ever say is 'sister,' can't you come up with something more original?"

"What about Little Silver?"

"No, only my mom and dad call me that."

"Zhong Zhong?"

"It sounds awful."

"Big Silver?"

"Even worse."

"Yinyin?"

"digusting."

"..."

Han Zhou sighed: "You clearly said you'd do anything except 'Sister Yin'."

"Well, I have to screen them first... I can't just answer if you call me Wangcai or wife, can I?"

As Zhong Yin muttered to himself, Han Zhou's eyes lit up, and he turned to stare straight at him.

“That’s a good idea…”

“What are you doing…”

Her heart suddenly raced, and she felt that the other person's eyes were full of aggression—what a great idea, this guy is not really planning to call her wife, is he?
Lost in thought, Han Zhou smiled faintly and said happily, "Then let's call him Wangcai."

"roll!"

The girl's face flushed red, and she immediately gritted her teeth and kicked him. What a scoundrel!

After a moment of silence, she sighed resignedly and said, "Fine, I'll just call you Sister Yin. At least it sounds better."

Han Zhou bent down and patted the dust off his legs, just in time to see Xiao Yixia eavesdropping on their conversation with great interest.

No, this can't be called eavesdropping; it should be called blatant eavesdropping, and she didn't even try to avoid his gaze when they met.

Han Zhou was initially worried that Xiao Yixia would find out that he knew Zhong Yin, but he couldn't care less now. Fortunately, Xiao Yixia didn't seem to have any intention of causing trouble and had been behaving herself, so there was no need to be too nervous. As long as Zhong Yin didn't find out that he knew Xiao Yixia, it would be fine.

So he avoided looking at Xiao Yixia, and stood up casually, asking with a puzzled look, "Do you care about how I address you?"

"Not really..."

Zhong Yin leaned back in her chair, about to shake her head, when she suddenly felt the massage chair's pressure again. Her expression changed slightly, and she sat up straight, saying, "Get up, let's switch places."

Seeing the girl's expression suddenly turn gloomy and her inexplicably make such a request, Han Zhou was startled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Did she discover Xiao Yixia's existence?
Zhong Yin didn't hide anything, gritting her teeth as she said, "I don't know which bastard turned on the massage function on my chair. It's uncomfortable to sit in. You're thick-skinned, so you sit here."

Massage chair?
Han Zhou's expression was strange. He immediately suspected someone and vaguely understood why Zhong Yin had been humming softly from time to time earlier.

But of course he couldn't switch places with Zhong Yin, otherwise the risk of being exposed would be too high if Zhong Yin sat with Xiao Yixia.

So he pretended to be surprised and said, "Isn't it a good thing to have a massage chair? It can improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis. I heard that it costs almost ten yuan to sit in it for one minute. You've gotten a great deal for free."

He boasted as much as he could. Zhong Yin was a thrifty person; otherwise, he wouldn't have insisted on getting a family-friendly package. Once he realized that every extra minute he sat in the massage chair was equivalent to earning an extra ten yuan, he probably wouldn't want to leave.

As expected, Zhong Yin hesitated upon hearing this: "Really? Ten yuan a minute?"

"That's what I heard."

Seeing that she was somewhat tempted, Han Zhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had no idea how much it would cost to sit in a massage chair for a minute, but the higher the price he quoted, the less Zhong Yin would want to change seats.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Yin did not change her mind and said without thinking, "Since the massage chair has so many benefits, you should enjoy it. This thing hurts too much, I can't stand it."

"All right……"

Seeing that Zhong Yin had made up her mind, Han Zhou would seem suspicious if he refused again, so he had no choice but to get up and switch places with her, secretly praying that Xiao Yixia would behave herself and not cause any more trouble.

Although there was no evidence, he had a feeling that it was most likely Xiao Yixia who started the massage chair.

He just didn't know if the other party's purpose was to force him to switch places with Zhong Yin.

Han Zhou was a bit of a headache. He thought everything was under control, but who knew it would turn out like this in the blink of an eye.

Even Xiao Yixia and Zhong Yin, who don't have much to do with him yet, are hard to handle. He doesn't dare to imagine what it would be like when Guzheng and Yixia sit next to him at the same time in the future.

That was a real battleground.

Fortunately, Xiao Yixia didn't do anything else for the rest of the time, and after this interruption, Han Zhou and Zhong Yin temporarily forgot about the issue of address and turned their attention to another matter—

How do I leave the theater after the movie ends?

You should know that Zhong Yin's classmates were already staking out the theater entrance. Unless you hide inside the theater and don't go out, they will definitely catch you red-handed.

But hiding inside the theater is obviously not an option.

"Your classmates really have a lot of free time," Han Zhou said with a long sigh as he lay on the massage chair.

Who told you to kiss me in front of so many people? If they hadn't seen this, they might not have been so interested in me...

Zhong Yin muttered to himself, his expression grave, "In any case, we absolutely cannot let them find out I'm here, otherwise, with those guys' mouths, the whole school will know about today's incident in less than three days."

Finally, she gave Han Zhou a reproachful look.

"I will take responsibility for what happened today," Han Zhou said solemnly.

Zhong Yin opened his mouth, then hesitated and asked, "How will you take responsibility?"

"I'll handle those people."

Han Zhou's expression darkened slightly, adopting the demeanor of a professional assassin, almost as if he were about to make a throat-slitting gesture.

"Huh? Oh...oh."

"Aren't you curious about how I plan to handle this?" Han Zhou asked in surprise.

"I was just waiting for you to tell me, wasn't I?" Zhong Yin snapped out of her daze and said irritably. This jerk wouldn't be planning to use the same trick again and force-kiss all three of them, would he? She wondered with some unease.

That won't do, that bastard will get arrested...

Han Zhou, of course, had no idea what Zhong Yin was thinking. He lowered his voice and said, "Your classmates probably haven't seen me before. I'll go out first and think of a way to lure them away. Then you can come out."

"No."

Zhong Yin immediately objected, "Wang Ying saw you from afar. If she recognizes you, she'll definitely guess that I'm here too."

"What if I cover my face?"

"They might not recognize you that way, but you're dressed so suspiciously, do you think they'll easily believe you and be led astray?"

"makes sense……"

Han Zhou's gaze sharpened slightly. After a moment's thought, he said, "Then there's only one last option left."

Seeing the fierce look on his face, as if he intended to kill her to silence her, Zhong Yin's heart trembled, and she quickly asked, "What method?"

Is this bastard really planning to force himself on Wang Ying and the others?

Just as Han Zhou was about to speak, he felt his sleeve being gently tugged. Turning his head, he saw that Xiao Lengqiu and Xiao Zhongling had switched places and were looking at him intently.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

“I can lure them away,” Xiao Lengqiu said softly.

The voice wasn't quiet, and Zhong Yin heard it too. She immediately tensed up, leaning forward in surprise, and asked, "You heard everything?"

She glared at Han Zhou, giving him a look that said, "It's all your fault for being so loud."

It is said that family scandals should not be aired in public, but their scandals have been spread to the children's ears. What kind of talk is this?

Han Zhou didn't argue. He looked down at that pitiful little face and hesitated, "Can you do it?"

He didn't doubt Xiao Lengqiu's abilities; although the child was young, she was quite precocious. However, because she was afraid of causing trouble for others, she rarely took the initiative to talk to people, let alone play any tricks like luring the tiger away from the mountain. He worried that this might be too much of a burden for her.

"Yes, that's fine." Xiao Lengqiu nodded gently.

She didn't know why Han Zhou was keeping it a secret from everyone, nor did she know who the girl who came with him was, but she already knew that Han Zhou wasn't an omnipotent alien. Since he needed help, she should do her best to help him.

If possible, she hoped that Han Zhou would always remain that matchstick-like alien who spoke strange words.
Because once this identity is exposed, the other person may no longer belong to her.

Her wish was very small; she just wanted Han Zhou's alien part, and she didn't need anything else.

Han Zhou thought for a moment, then smiled and patted the girl's head, saying, "Then I'll trouble you."

Since Xiao Lengqiu volunteered, he naturally wanted to give her enough encouragement and trust. He would deal with any problems that arose later.

Zhong Yin's eyes widened, and she quickly pulled Han Zhou to her side, whispering, "No way, you really plan to leave this to Xiao Ya? She's still a child!"

"What's wrong with the child? It's not like he's killing or setting fires, what can't he do?" Han Zhou asked curiously.

Zhong Yin was speechless.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

Han Zhou knew what she was worried about, and said with a smile, "Don't underestimate my sister. She might be able to think of more things than you do."

Is this bastard calling me stupid?
Zhong Yin snorted coldly, but she wasn't angry. On the contrary, as a sister-obsessed person, she actually quite approved of this behavior of having absolute trust in her sister. It was also thanks to this bastard having a good sister, otherwise she probably wouldn't find him so pleasing to the eye.

Hmph, let this guy do whatever he wants. We'll settle the score with him when things go wrong...

Thinking this through, she decided to stop worrying about the question and instead started talking about the movie plot, asking, "Do you think the male and female leads will ever meet again?"

This question also seemed to pique Xiao Lengqiu's interest, and she immediately turned her head to hear Han Zhou's answer.

"Of course there is. It's a movie, and there's still half an hour until the end. How can the plot develop if we don't meet? But I guess it will still end in tragedy," Han Zhou analyzed.

"What if it's not a movie?"

Zhong Yin disliked his God-like perspective in his answer, finding it too casual, so she continued, "If you were the director, what kind of ending would you make?"

Han Zhou paused for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "Of course, it's a happy ending for everyone."

But happy endings are not so easy to come by... He sighed inwardly, thinking again of the passing of Zhong Yin and her sister's parents and the sisters' "half-deaf and half-mute" condition, and felt somewhat depressed.

"Would you prefer a happy ending?"

Zhong Yin looked suspicious. "Then why was the story you told last night a tragedy?"

There was a power outage last night, and Zhong Yin's family sat in the yard until 11 o'clock. Han Zhou and Xiao Lengqiu were also there. During the story, Han Zhou told a story in which the protagonist was shamelessly given his own name, Sun Wukong, but usually he is called Supreme Treasure.

"That can't be called a tragedy, can it?"

Han Zhou leaned back in his chair, feeling the massage strength, and his mood gradually lifted. "Actually, this story is a comedy."

"Sun Wukong is so powerful, yet he couldn't save Zixia Fairy? What kind of comedy is this?"

Zhong Yin rolled her eyes. "In my opinion, any story where the male and female protagonists don't end up together is a tragedy."

Han Zhou pondered for a moment: "What if there are multiple female leads?"

"Multiple female leads?"

Zhong Yin turned his head, looked him up and down for a moment, and sneered, "That was a tragedy."

"...Why are you asking this?"

"Just asking," Han Zhou said without changing his expression.

"..."

The two stopped chatting and continued watching the movie, wanting to see if the ending would be happy or sad.

However, just as the ending was about to arrive, Han Zhou's waist was suddenly hit hard by the massage chair, and he accidentally swallowed the sleeping pills that had been stuffed into his mouth earlier.

Zhong Yin was watching the movie intently when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. He turned around and found that Sun Wukong had started pretending to be asleep again.

What is this bastard up to now?
She was furious and was about to wake him up when she heard Xiao Lengqiu say softly, "Brother is really asleep this time."

"is it?"

Zhong Yin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized—so this bastard was pretending to be asleep from the very beginning?
"Hmm, my brother seems to be having nightmares a lot these past few days. He doesn't look well when he's asleep, and sometimes he even talks in his sleep," Xiao Lengqiu said, sounding somewhat worried.

Zhong Yin turned her head and glanced sideways, only to find that Han Zhou's face was indeed rather pale, and he was even sweating profusely on his forehead, as if he were really having a nightmare, rather than pretending to be asleep.

She hesitated, then ultimately said nothing. Whether it was true or not didn't really matter; it wasn't the first time she'd used him as a pillow anyway, so it wouldn't hurt to let him lean on her for a while longer.

"Sister Yin..."

A few minutes later, she suddenly heard Han Zhou calling her. His voice was very soft and slightly trembling.

Did this guy really dream about me?
And it was calling my name?
Zhong Yin was stunned for a moment, then felt a pang of heartache. It was the first time she had ever seen this incredibly thick-skinned guy show such a vulnerable side.

After hesitating for a moment, she carefully raised her hand and gently placed it on the other person's head, softly saying, "I'm here."

"Can you hear it?"

Han Zhou's tone was both excited and sad, and his voice was even a little hoarse. It was hard to tell what he had dreamed about that made him express such complex sorrow.

"Yes, I can hear you."

Zhong Yin spoke gently, soothingly saying, "Don't worry, I'm here. You can tell me anything."

She found it amazing that daydreams really existed, and she never imagined that one day she would be able to talk to the people in her dreams.

Unfortunately, Han Zhou showed no intention of continuing the conversation and seemed to have fallen asleep completely.

It seems that what happened just now was merely a coincidence.

However, just a few minutes later, she heard Han Zhou's murmur again. His voice was very soft, but she could still hear it clearly. She felt a mix of sadness and a desire to laugh.

That sentence is——

"I'm sorry, Sister Yin, I can't save you."

This guy... he really thinks he's Sun Wukong.

Or did he take my complaint to heart? Is it a case of "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night"?
The girl chuckled softly and gently rubbed the head that was resting on her shoulder, thinking to herself that this was the actual weight of a sleeping boy's head.

She didn't know what kind of dream this guy, who liked to keep his thoughts to himself, was having, but at this moment, all she needed to do was give him encouragement and comfort.

—Just like when her mother used to put her and Xiaoling to sleep when they were little.

So she carefully leaned her head close to Han Zhou's ear and spoke softly.

"It doesn't matter, you've worked hard."

"Just like Sun Wukong in the story."

Just then, three girls sneaked back into the theater and witnessed this astonishing scene—

I rely on!

Zhong Yin stole a kiss from the sleeping boy! (End of Chapter)