Forced into a romantic relationship

Zhong Yin was still naive in high school and didn't know that being a scumbag didn't mean having a girlfriend, and not having a girlfriend didn't mean not being a scumbag. At this moment, the only question she cared about was whether Han Zhou had a girlfriend or not.

It's no exaggeration to say that if she had asked the question from a slightly different angle, such as "Do you have someone you like?", Han Zhou would have definitely gotten a beating today.

I don't know why I'm going to eat it, but I'm definitely going to.

After a period of interrogation, Zhong Yin finally calmed down and came to a conclusion that inexplicably reassured her—

Sun Wukong is not a scumbag.

In a sense, this conclusion is not wrong.

Sun Wukong is indeed not a scumbag, but Han Zhou is.

For Han Zhou, this interrogation was quite torturous. It wasn't that Zhong Yin's questions were particularly tricky, but rather that the other party was simply too fierce, fierce in every sense of the word. And yet, he couldn't look away, and could only stare directly at the snow-white sun.

For a fleeting moment, he even had a thought—he had taken so much advantage of Sister Yin, shouldn't he take responsibility?

They looked, they touched, and they even forcibly kissed each other. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were being disrespectful. Don't say that wearing a mask means it doesn't count as giving in. If they dare to do it but don't dare to admit it, then they really become the most shameless kind of person.

But he quickly dismissed the idea. After all, even if he were willing to take responsibility, Sister Yin might not be, and besides, the circumstances didn't allow it.

If he didn't have anyone he liked, that would be fine, but the problem is that he's already two-timing. So-called responsibility can't mean making Sister Yin his third ship, right?

Therefore, if Sister Yin doesn't bring it up, he doesn't need to make things difficult for himself.

Moreover, once this time travel ends, the status bar will be corrected for the past, so it's likely that everyone except Wang Lengqiu will lose their memories of him.

As for why Zhong Yin was so angry tonight, Han Zhou didn't think much of it, assuming that she had realized something was amiss about yesterday's events, which was why she came to ask him aggressively if he had a girlfriend.

What? Is it possible that Zhong Yin has fallen for him?
What kind of dream is that? Xiao Yixia said not long ago that being self-righteous is a typical mentality of children, and it is easy to have the illusion that others care about them. Han Zhou has long passed the age of having the three great illusions of life, so naturally he cannot be so narcissistic.

And just like that, one asked the question in a daze, and the other answered in a daze, and this obviously troublesome matter was ended so easily.

Han Zhou could even be said to have benefited from misfortune. After Liu Shiyue's provocation, Zhong Yin's attention was entirely focused on whether Han Zhou was secretly dating another girl behind her back. Therefore, when she learned that the girl was just a nine-year-old elementary school student, she didn't even bother to ask. It was impossible for this bastard to be so perverted as to date an elementary school student, right?

She made no connection whatsoever to the little girl she had seen at the movie theater the day before.

If this hadn't happened, the matter obviously wouldn't have been so easily resolved.

Han Zhou generally answered Zhong Yin's questions truthfully, but sometimes the truth isn't necessarily the whole truth.

For example, he pushed all the so-called important matters of the past two days onto those few thugs who came to collect debts, saying that if this matter was not handled properly, he and Xiao Lengqiu would not be able to go home.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yin was both angry and distressed. She finally understood where the bump on his head came from. She wanted to go inside to get some safflower oil, but then remembered that this didn't seem to be a sprain or bruise. So she wrapped some ice in a towel and hurriedly applied it to his head.

"Are you stupid? What does your dad's gambling debt have to do with you? Wouldn't it be better to just move? Was it really necessary to fight with those thugs? You didn't even try to discuss it with us, all you did was show off..."

Zhong Yin was still angry, so she spoke harshly, but her tone didn't carry much blame; instead, it was full of resentment and heartache.

Han Zhou was a little embarrassed: "It's not what you think, I just accidentally bumped into a lamppost..."

"Don't try to fool me. You can even bump into a lamppost while walking. Are you stupid or am I stupid?" Zhong Yin said irritably.

"..."

Han Zhou fell silent.

He was being held down in a chair, and Zhong Yin was standing in front of him, applying an ice pack. The two were very close, with strands of the girl's hair falling onto the tip of his nose, and her chest almost touching his face.

Sister Yin, you can't keep using this to test your cadres...

Han Zhou closed his eyes with difficulty, and was about to tilt his head back with his strong willpower, but the next second he was hit hard on the back of the head.

"I told you not to move."

The girl's breath hit his head. She finally managed to wrap the towel containing ice around his head. After hesitating for a while, she seemed a little uneasy and carefully checked his head again.

Han Zhou wanted to ask what kind of novel way of applying ice was, but he was worried about getting a bump on the back of his head, so he kept quiet and obediently cooperated with Zhong Yin's examination.

"Thankfully, it's just a bump on my head..."

A minute later, Zhong Yin finally released his grip on Han Zhou's head, took a half step back, looked him up and down, and suddenly raised an eyebrow, his lips pressed down, and his expression gradually became serious.

Seeing the other person's messy hair and Arab-like appearance, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. She quickly pursed her lips, suppressing her laughter, and asked with a tense face, "Where are you? Are you injured?"

"No." Han Zhou tried to explain, "Sister Yin, you have to believe me, I really bumped into this bag myself..."

"What, do you want to see who has a bigger bump on their head tomorrow, or something?"

Zhong Yin didn't believe him at all, assuming he was just changing the subject to save face. She rolled her eyes at him and asked, "You really don't have any injuries?"

"Not really."

Han Zhou didn't give up and continued to explain, "Although I did fight with those thugs, I won in the end..."

"Who cares whether you win or lose?"

Zhong Yin looked at him with a "Are you stupid?" look and said irritably, "Take off your shirt and let me see. I'm going to get some safflower oil."

"what?"

"What are you 'ah' about? You were covered in injuries when you first came here. I told you to put medicine on it, but you wouldn't. You're just too proud to admit it. Hurry up and take it off!"

"I……"

"What do you mean, 'what ...' you're a grown man, why are you being so fussy?"

Where did that forceful kiss from yesterday go... Zhong Yin silently added in her mind.

"Hurry up, if you don't take it off, I'll take it off for you."

Seeing Han Zhou sitting motionless in his seat, she was immediately furious. She rolled up her sleeves and made a move to take off his clothes.

"Don't do that, Sister Yin!"

Han Zhou quickly stopped her and explained, "I'm really not hurt!"

Zhong Yin seemed a little impatient: "I'll know whether you're injured or not just by looking. I won't take advantage of you. Are you going to take your clothes off or not?"

You jerk, I gave you my chest as a pillow yesterday, and you wouldn't even let me see your upper body. Are you being so distant?
She hated this feeling of distance, as if the two of them should keep their distance.

Han Zhou hesitated for a moment, then cautiously probed, "What if I say no?"

Zhong Yin didn't speak. He looked around and picked up the wrench he had just dropped on the ground, staring at him expressionlessly.

"What I mean is... isn't it inappropriate to take it off in the yard?" Han Zhou quickly changed his mind.

Xiao Yixia was right; it was indeed a very bad omen. Sister Yin seemed to be in a particularly bad mood today.

"Then let's go to my room."

Zhong Yin didn't waste any words. She turned around and walked towards the house without looking back, seemingly not caring at all whether Han Zhou would follow. But what she was thinking was that if this bastard dared not to follow, he would be dead.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and saw that the guy was quite sensible; he not only obediently followed, but also brought a chair with him.

Pushing open the door and entering the house, Han Zhou couldn't help but ask, "Aren't your aunt and uncle home?"

"At home, but all in the backyard, Xiaoling and Xiaoya are there too."

Zhong Yin's family has two yards: a front yard for daily use and a back yard near the auto repair shop.

After saying that, as if she had thought of something, Zhong Yin suddenly turned around and looked at her with a threatening expression, "You wouldn't be thinking of asking my parents to save you, would you?"

You've even used the word "rescue," so it seems you realize you've gone a bit too far...

"of course not."

Han Zhou smiled sheepishly, "But I really don't have any on me..."

"Stop talking nonsense and get inside now!"

Zhong Yin found some safflower oil in the living room, shoved him into the bedroom, and then slammed the door shut.

A few seconds later, a girl's flustered and shy exclamation suddenly rang out in the room.

"No...don't look!"

"You go out first! I'll come back in after I've finished tidying up!" (End of Chapter)