Urban drama: Me! I collide with Bei Weiwei at the very beginning.

Bei Weiwei accepted it with great satisfaction and joy.

There wasn't the slightest bit of disdain.

She looked him up and down.

"Look at you, your clothes are all wet," she said with concern.

"Then why don't you invite me upstairs?"

"what?"

"Even if I booked a hotel, you wouldn't want me to walk back in the pouring rain, would you?"

"You, you framed me..."

"..."

Isn't it said that women in love become less intelligent?

How come this girl is still so smart even now?

He had no choice but to admit it.

"so what?"

Bei smiled slightly, took his hand, and walked towards the elevator.

She proved it with her actions; she simply couldn't bear to part with it.

049: I want to sleep with my wife.

Entered the elevator.

A look of confusion appeared on Bei Weiwei's small face.

"Manager, how did you find my house so precisely?"

"Idiot, your ID card copy is still at the company."

"So that's it."

A brief silence followed.

Ding.

The elevator reached the third floor.

Zhen Shaoxiang originally intended to swagger in.

Unexpectedly, she grabbed him and pulled him against the wall.

"Manager, we'll go in quietly in a bit," she whispered.

Zhen Shaoxiang raised an eyebrow.

Am I really that shameful?

After all, they are all adults.

We'll say hello, get to know each other, and at most I'll sleep on the sofa. We'll find an opportunity to secretly meet up at night.

But unexpectedly, Bei Weiwei pulled this stunt.

“No,” Bei Weiwei explained, “You don’t understand my dad. My mom is fine, but my dad, if he knew there was another man living in the house, he would definitely not be able to sleep all night.”

I go!

Does that mean I'll be running out to check things out all the time?

but...

So does that mean I can only sleep on one side of the bed with you?

Zhen Shaoxiang chuckled to himself.

"OK then."

“But,” Bei Weiwei said solemnly, “you must get up at six o’clock tomorrow morning, have breakfast, wander around and stuff, and come over after my parents leave for work at eight o’clock.”

"Row."

He answered without hesitation.

...

...

After explaining everything.

Bei Weiwei quietly inserted the key into the keyhole and gently turned it.

He was hunched over like a thief.

Fortunately, the heavy rain outside masked much of the metallic sound.

Otherwise, her parents would have already heard the noise when she came out excitedly.

After opening.

The living room was dark, except for the incandescent light shining from her room.

I took a step inside.

"Slippers," Bei Weiwei mouthed to him.

how to say?

That inexplicable sense of tension and excitement just came over me.

After taking off his shoes, Zhen Shaoxiang, barefoot, followed Bei Weiwei into her room, carrying his shoes with him.

This room doesn't have much of a girlish feel to it.

Very capable and neat.

There was just a bed, a computer desk, a wardrobe, and the bookshelf was mounted on the wall.

The whole room was filled with Bei Weiwei's delicate fragrance.

...

...

After putting the things down.

Bei Weiwei quietly went out again and came back in with a pair of old women's sandals.

Zhen Shaoxiang was taken aback.

"You're making me wear this?"

"Do you want to wear my dad's clothes? He has athlete's foot," Bei Weiwei said, her beautiful eyes wide open.

"..."

"Put it on quickly, then I'll take you to the bathroom for a hot shower."

"..."

In summer, you'll sweat a little.

It's still worth a shot; it's definitely necessary.

When he shoved his foot into the sandal with his entire heel outside.

"Pfft~"

Bei Weiwei couldn't hold back any longer.

It's still the kind of sound that's being suppressed in volume.

Zhen Shaoxiang turned around.

"Are you deliberately trying to make a fool of me?"

"No no."

...

...

The bathroom is right next to her room.

Her parents live in the master bedroom, which has a bathroom, and they usually don't get up at night to use the toilet there.

Unless it's two people needing to use the restroom at the same time, the probability of that happening is so low it's practically a lottery ticket.

Bei Weiwei, like a little maid, turned on the shower and let him test the water temperature.

"Okay, use this towel."

"Thank you, Madam," Zhen Shaoxiang called out.

"..."

Bei Weiwei's heart skipped a beat.

How can anyone withstand being shouted at face to face?