After hitting the Rolls-Royce, the top-tier green tea started fishing.

Ruan Zhining was already exhausted, her hair and sweat sticking to her face. She turned her head and saw her ankles, feeling the ceiling shaking. She hugged Wen Chongyan's neck and cried out, trying to grab his short hair with her fingers.

She lay there, breathing heavily, feeling that his skills were terrifyingly good. Was this the comprehension ability of a top student, that he could succeed at anything he learned?

Wen Chongyan used his long fingers to brush away the strands of hair from her face, then leaned in to kiss the corner of her lips. Ruan Zhining was so frightened that she grabbed his ear, her voice hoarse, "No, no more, it's been too many times... I'm so tired..."

Wen Chongyan looked at her flushed face, lowered his head and deliberately pressed his earlobe against hers. He felt her tremble with ticklishness before asking her in a low, husky voice, "So, you never liked him either, right?"

"Who, who?" Ruan Zhining's mind couldn't process it at all. "I don't like anyone... I only like money..."

"Yes," Wen Chongyan kissed her and said, "I'm richer than them."

He actually wanted to do it again, but he saw that Ruan Zhining was really tired and kept saying that her feet were sore.

He was too harsh on her. She was indeed inexperienced. He had only read ten books that week, and before he had even used a tenth of those techniques, her voice was hoarse.

Wen Chongyan carried her to the bathroom. Ruan Zhining couldn't stand up at all, so she sat in the bathtub, leaned on him, and became drowsy halfway through the bath.

Wen Chongyan washed her hair, dried her body, wrapped her in a bath towel, and placed her on a recliner. He stood behind her and used the lowest setting of airflow so as not to wake her.

Her hair was long and thick, and it took Wen Chongyan forty minutes to dry it while standing.

Ruan Zhining was so tired that she fell asleep and was carried back to the second bedroom by the man.

Perhaps because she had been working all night and the nerve stimulation was too intense, she slept for a long time. When she woke up, she found herself wearing pajamas, without any sticky feeling, and felt refreshed and comfortable all over.

She struggled to sit up, making a sound, and the door was pushed open.

Wen Chongyan walked in, and Ruan Zhining's face burned as soon as she saw him, especially the red marks on his neck, which she had scratched last night.

She lowered her head, and Wen Chongyan had already walked to the bedside, leaning down to touch her face. "Are you still sleeping?"

"...Why aren't you asleep?"

"I just got back from the company."

"You still have the energy to go to the company—"

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Chongyan lowered his head and kissed her.

"Yes, I still have the energy to kiss you."

The two kissed and rolled onto the bed, almost making love again, but Wen Chongyan stopped only when Ruan Zhining said she was hungry and her stomach hurt.

He dressed her properly before carrying her to the restaurant.

During the short walk, he seemed unable to resist and lowered his head to kiss her lips again. After finishing the porridge and snacks at the restaurant, Ruan Zhining was hugged and kissed by him on the sofa.

Why does he love kissing so much?

At the end of the kiss, Ruan Zhining pushed him away and buried her face in his chest, "...No tonight, I'll be in so much pain."

"No," Wen Chongyan said. "I applied the medicine to you this morning and checked on you."

She suddenly looked up. "How...how did you get on?"

"hand."

"...You're a pervert! You're not allowed to watch anymore! Turn off the lights from now on!"

"Turning off the lights is fine too," Wen Chongyan whispered in her ear with a low laugh. Ruan Zhining's face instantly turned bright red. She covered his mouth and grabbed a pillow to hit him.

Wen Chongyan let her hit him, reaching out to touch her long hair. When she got tired of hitting him, she lay in his arms, panting.

The noise from their playful fight in the living room subsided, leaving only the sounds of their intertwined breaths and heartbeats.

No one spoke. But it wasn't boring at all.

Ruan Zhining gripped Wen Chongyan's shirt button with her fingers and commanded, "From now on, I'll only do what I say. If I don't want to do it, then you're not allowed to. If you want to, then you can do it yourself."

But this statement is actually a paradox. As long as Wen Chongyan teases her, she is almost unable to resist, and soon she feels dizzy and lightheaded, and by the time she realizes what's happening, it has already begun.

Ruan Zhining stayed in Beijing for more than ten days.

Because she needed to recover from a foot injury, they didn't even have any elaborate dates during their time living together; they mostly stayed at home.

We watch movies together on weekends, but we never watch any of them in their entirety. We end up kissing halfway through and falling onto the sofa or carpet.

When Ruan Zhining went for her second check-up after her foot injury, the doctor said it had almost fully recovered.

She returned to her apartment, where Wen Chongyan had just come back and was cooking seafood porridge in the kitchen. When she returned, he naturally went over to take her bag.

Ruan Zhining was sending messages and didn't reply to him—Yin Jianhang sent her pictures of the dessert shop after its renovation.

She read it and replied via voice message: "The timing is perfect, it's time to end this. I'm going back to Vancouver tomorrow."

Wen Chongyan suddenly looked down at her.

The pupils contracted in an instant.

Ruan Zhining noticed his gaze, but didn't think much of it. She simply puffed out her cheeks and said, "Mr. Wen, where are my cat-head slippers?"

Wen Chongyan hummed in agreement, picked her up and placed her on the sofa. He then took the slippers that the maid had hung out to dry from the balcony, knelt down, held her feet, and helped her put on the slippers.

He didn't say anything. Even during dinner, when they were having porridge, he didn't say much. Ruan Zhining chattered on about how she had gossiped with the sales clerk that day. He listened, reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth, and looked at her.

He wasn't much of a talker to begin with, so Ruan Zhining wasn't surprised. After finishing her meal, she went to watch the latest episodes of her favorite TV series, and then went to the dressing room.

She might be meeting her classmates from S University when she goes back to Vancouver this time, and she's struggling with what to wear to make herself look successful, have upgraded her aesthetic sense, and exude a mature woman's style (pretentious). She picks and chooses in her closet and pulls out a whole bunch of clothes.

It just doesn't look good. Maybe the best one is always the next one; looks like she's going to buy some clothes.

As Ruan Zhining was browsing, she suddenly noticed a tall figure standing at the door.

She turned around and saw Wen Chongyan with one hand in his pocket, looking down at her frantically rummaging through all her clothes.

"It's not 12 o'clock yet," he said, looking at her. "Wait until 12 o'clock before you put it away."

?

Ruan Zhining was taken aback. Looking at Wen Chongyan's calm, expressionless handsome face, she suddenly realized—

Today is the last day of their two-month relationship assessment.

Once today is over, he will no longer be her "test boyfriend".

...She had actually forgotten.

Two months have already passed. Time flies!

Ruan Zhining half-squatted on the ground, her hands gripping her clothes slightly tighter. She turned her face away, and after a long while, she finally uttered, "...Oh."

Wen Chongyan was still standing at the door. Ruan Zhining suddenly lost interest in finding pretty clothes. She lowered her head, put the clothes down, and then stood up and walked out.

She was bored sitting in the living room, so she went to the balcony to look at the stars. Wen Chongyan answered the phone and came over.

He was speaking French, which Ruan Zhining couldn't understand. She stood next to him, smelling the woody scent on him, which, combined with the stars in the sky, created a very tranquil feeling.

Suddenly a hand landed on her waist.

She felt Wen Chongyan embrace her, his large, well-defined hand slipping under her clothes. His handsome face remained expressionless as he continued his phone call, but his hand...