The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

After breakfast, the dishes and chopsticks were still piled up in the sink, unwashed.

Ye Shu nestled in a corner of the living room sofa, holding her phone and opening a message Chen Xing had replied to more than ten minutes ago. Surprisingly, it was a voice message today.

As soon as he opened the app, he heard Chen Xing's hoarse voice, thick with a nasal tone, coming through the phone. It sounded like he hadn't drunk any water, had smoked three packs of cigarettes, and had eaten ten skewers of insanely spicy barbecue.

"Xiao Ye... I can't go today. I have a terrible headache and feel weak all over... Just think of it as a holiday, okay... I'll give you paid rest... cough cough... By the way, are you feeling any better? Is your fever still there?"

That sound was truly pitiful.

Now he understood why Chen Xing hadn't been typing; he probably didn't even have the energy to type anymore. He also figured Chen Xing probably wouldn't have the energy to check messages, so he simply replied with a voice message:

"Sister Chen Xing, I'm almost better now, I'm fine. You should get some rest and drink plenty of hot water."

About a minute later, Chen Xing replied again, his voice muffled, as if he were speaking from under the covers:

"Why did you get better so quickly... It's not fair... Cough cough... I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm dizzy... I need to sleep some more..."

As soon as Ye Shu put down her phone, she felt a gaze fixed firmly on her.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw Xia Qing sitting on the other side of the sofa. She was holding her phone, but her eyes weren't on the screen at all. Instead, she was staring at him at an angle, and that look... was quite scary.

Xia Qing noticed that Ye Shu had noticed her staring, so she looked away and turned her gaze back to the screen, but still spoke in a somewhat affected manner:

"You should get some rest~ Drink more hot water~... So gentle."

Ye Shu grinned and chuckled twice:

"No, it was just normal concern for a colleague."

"Oh, colleague. If you care so much about you, why don't you bring you some food?"

Xia Qing knew she was making trouble for no reason, but she just felt uncomfortable and wanted Ye Shu to know that she was upset.

Ye Shu was indeed aware of her slight unease, and upon hearing this, he smiled and said:

"They have partners, so it's not my turn to have food delivered to them."

After hearing this, Xia Qing put down her phone, leaned back on the sofa, and looked at Ye Shu, asking:

"What, so the person doesn't have a boyfriend/girlfriend, so you go and deliver the package?"

"I won't go even if I don't have a boyfriend, because I know I do. Don't worry, I would never do something like wanting something for something else."

Ye Shu cooperated with her, patting his chest to guarantee it.

At this point, forget about social niceties and etiquette; the most important thing is to make your girlfriend happy. That's the top priority.

Seeing that Ye Shu was genuinely trying to cheer her up, Xia Qing's little temper was satisfied, and she said:

"Alright, so you tell me, you're on paid leave today, what are your plans?"

"Huh? Arrangements?"

Ye Shu thought to herself, "What kind of arrangements are there? Isn't a vacation just for resting?"

"yes."

Xia Qing raised her chin:

"Now that you don't have to work at the coffee shop, how are you planning to spend this extra day with... your boyfriend?"

Ye Shu blinked. How could he accompany her?

He went through it all in his mind, then went back to his room to catch up on sleep, play games, or lie there lost in thought...

Finally, he chose what he considered the safest, most harmless, and least strenuous option.

He sat up a little straighter and began to speak with a serious expression:

"Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. Look, Xia Qing, we could... lie on the sofa together, you play on your phone, I play on mine, or watch a movie together? That way we can keep each other company, it's so harmonious and worry-free."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xia Qing's eyes suddenly sharpen, and then a slightly cool little foot kicked his thigh hard at a speed of unknown distance.

"You wish!"

Xia Qing withdrew her foot and glared at him with a hint of disdain:

"You're dreaming! Lying down and playing on your phone counts as keeping me company? Ye Shu, let me ask you, what's our relationship?"

When Ye Shu heard her ask this question so suddenly, she didn't know what she was up to, so she tentatively answered:

"Uh...boyfriend, girlfriend."

Upon hearing this, Xia Qing's eyebrows shot up, and with an expression that said, "What nonsense are you spouting, kid?" she asked with great displeasure:

"Why are you still hesitating? Did a cat bite your tongue? And you're still talking about 'boyfriend/girlfriend'? Come on, let me ask you, is being my boyfriend beneath you? Huh? Answer me!"

"No, no! Absolutely not!"

Ye Shu's survival instinct kicked in instantly. The young man stood at attention, nodded vigorously, and repeated himself with a clear conscience:

"Boyfriend/girlfriend! I'm your boyfriend! I'm not wronged at all! I'm honored!"

Seeing his determined look, as if he wanted to do something, Xia Qing slowly lowered her eyebrows and leaned back against the sofa, but her eyes remained fixed on him.

"That's right, that's more like it. You must always remember that you, Ye Shu, are now Xia Qing's boyfriend."

As Xia Qing spoke, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she sat up straight on the sofa.

Before Ye Shu could react to what she was about to do, she suddenly reached out and grabbed one of Ye Shu's legs.

"Huh?! Sister Xia Qing, you..."

Ye Shu was startled and tried to pull her leg back, but it was too late.

Xia Qing forcibly hugged his leg and placed it on her own lap, then moved her fingers and pressed both hands on his calves.

"As your girlfriend."

As Xia Qing spoke, her hands were busy, pinching here and punching there, massaging Ye Shu without any skill. Moreover, because she used too much force, Ye Shu grimaced in pain.

"I will definitely understand you."

With each word she spoke, the pressure on her hand increased, causing Ye Shu to twist herself into a pretzel on the sofa.

This can't even be considered a massage anymore; this could be considered domestic violence.

"After all, I'm not the kind of person who's unreasonable, right?"

Xia Qing raised her eyes, looking at Ye Shu's face contorted in pain as he tried to pull his leg away but dared not, and then she smiled slightly before continuing:

"You must have been exhausted last night, right? Come on, let your girlfriend give you a good massage to help you relax and clear your meridians."

As she spoke, Xia Qing mischievously pinched... or rather, squeezed harder.

This hurt Ye Shu so much that he almost admitted he was the culprit in Detective Conan.

"Xia, Xia Qing... be gentle... thank you, no need, I really don't need it..."

Ye Shu was trying to save his leg, and his voice was trembling.

"Huh? No need?"

Xia Qing stopped what she was doing, raised an eyebrow at him, and pressed her other hand firmly against his ankle to prevent him from pulling away.

"Why are you being so polite with me? This is a thoughtful gesture from your girlfriend. Aren't you tired? Want to relax at home? Or... do you think my massage wasn't good?"

Looking at Xia Qing's "you dare say it's bad, you can forget about your legs" gaze, Ye Shu swallowed back the "it really isn't that great" that was on the tip of his tongue, and could only lie and say:

"Good...very good...unique technique, powerful...powerful...thank you, Sister Xia Qing..."

Ye Shu wasn't that blind; to protect his own safety, he made a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes:

"Xia Qing... why do I suddenly want to go out and have fun? Where do you want to go? We'll go wherever you want, okay?"