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The water splashed.

Splash!

"Fang Yu...you should still wear it."

"I'm not used to wearing that thing."

"But...but this...it hurts my hands."

"Ouch!! Fang Yu! You got it on my face!!"

Liu Yifei gasped in shock, her voice filled with despair.

In front of the kitchen sink.

Fang Yu was washing the bowl of noodles he had just eaten from with his bare hands, his hands submerged in a pile of foam.

On the table next to it, a pair of brand-new rubber gloves lay quietly.

Its presence is zero.

Liu Yifei stood next to him, clutching a rag in her hand, her face scrunched up in a frown.

On her flawless right cheek, there was a large, glistening clump of dish soap foam that was still expanding and bursting.

Fang Yu turned his head and glanced at her.

His expression changed drastically on the spot.

"Oh my god!"

"Oh no! The fairy-like beauty is going to be disfigured!"

"This dish soap is as corrosive as sulfuric acid!"

"Hurry up and deal with it, or it will be too late!"

Liu Yifei panicked and subconsciously raised her hand to wipe her cheek.

As a result, the blob of foam spread wider and wider as she rubbed it, from her right cheek to the tip of her nose, and then from the tip of her nose to her left cheek.

His whole face looked like it had just been pulled out of the washing machine.

"Hahahaha—"

Fang Yu laughed so hard he bent over.

"Stop moving! The more you rub, the more it spreads, you know that?!"

"Fang—Yu—you—wait—just you—!"

Liu Yifei rushed over, clutching a rag.

Fang Yu easily dodged to the side.

"Missed it~"

Liu Yifei was so angry that she retaliated by hitting him again.

Fang Yu took a half step back, as steady as an old dog.

"Still missed."

"Stop right there!!"

You chase, I run.

I make a fuss, you laugh.

The two of them walked around the island counter several times.

The spatulas in the open kitchen clanged and clattered.

At last.

Neither of them hit the other.

The two of them sprawled out on the living room sofa without any regard for their image.

One on the left and one on the right, each occupying one end.

Fang Yu tilted his head.

Liu Yifei curled up her legs.

There were two gray cushions in the middle.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights of Beijing shimmer like a surging tide.

The headlights of cars moving slowly across office buildings, residential areas, and overpasses form a dense, warm yellow expanse.

But now, all those lights have become just background.

The two of them talked back and forth.

They chatted casually.

The conversation wasn't secret.

Sometimes, no one would speak for several minutes.

But that quietness wasn't awkward.

It's as if the two of them have found a common frequency.

There's no need to say anything; just being together is comfortable enough.

Time slipped away little by little.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The clock on the wall quietly pointed to eleven o'clock.

"that……"

Fang Yu cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

He glanced at the night view outside the window.

He lowered his head again—

I glanced at the people around me.

Before anyone knew it, the fairy sister had slowly moved over from the other end of the sofa.

She rested her head slightly on his shoulder.

Her eyes were half-open, her eyelashes fluttering gently.

It looked like she was about to fall asleep, yet also like she was desperately trying to stay awake and refuse to close her eyes.

Fang Yu's heart softened when he saw her like this.

But he still opened his mouth.

"It's getting late."

"Should I... leave now?"

As he said this, there was a slight hesitation in his voice that he himself didn't even realize.

Although he really wanted to stay there forever.

Until dawn.

But reason told him—no.

Not today, at least.

Otherwise, tomorrow's entertainment headlines—

[Breaking News! Fang Yu spent the night at Liu Yifei's apartment, further solidifying their relationship!]

[Stayed all night! National goddess and rising star in music scene suspected of living together!]

Although the two have already made their relationship semi-public.

But if news of this magnitude gets out, Sister Hong and Sister Wang will probably be able to work together to bury him.

Upon hearing Fang Yu's words, Liu Yifei slowly raised her head.

I rubbed my eyes.

I glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Um……"

She nodded slightly.

There was a hint of disappointment in his voice that he wasn't quite able to hide.

"It is quite late."

He paused for a moment, then added softly.

"Drive carefully."

"OK."

Fang Yu stood up and stretched.

Then, I slowly walked towards the entrance.

Those steps were like they had super glue stuck to the soles of their feet; every step dragged on the ground.

He took two steps, then looked back at her.

Liu Yifei sat on the sofa, hugging a cushion, and quietly watched him.

Fang Yu took two more steps forward.

Suddenly, I stopped again.

Turn your head.

"You're really gone?"

Liu Yifei was amused by his "three steps and one look back" posture.

Are you coming or not?

"Let's go, let's go, we're leaving now."

Fang Yu walked quickly to the entrance and bent down to change his shoes.

Liu Yifei followed.

Standing next to the entrance hall, with hands behind their backs.

Remember to send a message when you get home.

"Um."

Fang Yu put on his coat and zipped it up.

My hand rested on the doorknob.

The cool metal pressed against my palm.

He didn't press it.

It paused for two seconds.

It's like they're making some incredible decision.

Then, he turned around.

Liu Yifei was standing right in front of me.

They were very close, close enough to see the curve of her eyelashes.

"actually……"

Fang Yu spoke.

The voice was half a octave lower than before.

"I think I'll stay tonight."

Liu Yifei's body stiffened slightly.

Reflexively, I took half a step back, my back pressed against the wall.

"……rogue."

The sound wasn't loud, but my face was already burning.

Fang Yu ignored her accusations.

He loosened the doorknob, put one hand in his pocket, and leaned naturally against the door frame.

I tilted my head slightly back and looked at the spotlights on the ceiling at a 45-degree angle.

"A fairy-like beauty."

He let out a long sigh.

"You don't understand literature."

"How can this be called being a hooligan?"

Liu Yifei was stunned.

Countless question marks flashed through my mind.

Does this have anything to do with literature?

Fang Yu lowered his head, staring intently at her, his tone so affectionate it sent chills down her spine:

"Do you know?"

"The famous French writer Marguerite Duras wrote a famous quote that shocked the history of world literature in the opening of her masterpiece, The Lover."

Liu Yifei was taken aback by his sudden use of a dubbing tone.

I asked subconsciously:

"...What famous quote?"

Fang Yu's gaze passed over her and went to the floor-to-ceiling window at the back of the living room.

The lights of thousands of homes outside the window were reflected in his pupils.

He began to speak slowly in an extremely perfect broadcasting voice.

She wrote—

Everyone says you were very beautiful when you were young.

pause.

Half a beat.

His voice dropped another half tone.

"But I love your ravaged appearance even more now."

There was a moment of silence in the entryway.

Liu Yifei's heart skipped a beat.

Although the word "severely ravaged" sounds rather strange.

But the intense French romanticism still swept over us.

Her cheeks felt even hotter.

His hands clenched unconsciously behind his back.

Is he... using this as a pretext to confess his feelings?

It means—no matter what she becomes, no matter how time passes.

What he loved was always her truest soul.

Liu Yifei's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

A thin layer of moisture even slowly welled up in her eyes.

She thought what she was about to hear next would be something even softer, something that would bring tears to her eyes.

however.

Fang Yu's expression suddenly became extremely serious and solemn:

"so--"

"In order to deeply embody this great literary realm!"

Liu Yifei's heartbeat quickened.

"So that I can witness you waking up tomorrow morning—"

Here it comes!

"I didn't wash my face—"

and many more.

"I didn't brush my teeth—"

What?

"I didn't draw my eyebrows—"

wrong.

"There's boogers hanging from the corner of my eye—"

stop.

"And his real face—his hair was like a bird's nest—completely ravaged!"

Fang Yu spread his hands, looking as if he were bravely going to his death.

"I'm willing to make sacrifices!"

"I'll barely manage to sleep on your leather sofa, which costs over ten thousand yuan, tonight!"

"You're welcome."

He closed his eyes, facing the spotlight, his expression tragic.

"This is my dedication to literature."

Liu Yifei's lips twitched twice.

The little deer that was running wildly in my mind crashed headfirst into the south wall and died.

A face ravaged by time?!

Eye boogers?!

A bird's nest hairstyle?!

What a fine piece of French literature!

What a wonderful woman Marguerite Duras was.

Liu Yifei's eyes were indeed red.

But it has absolutely nothing to do with being moved.

I was just angry.

"Fang——Yu——"

She spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Give me—with your French literature—"

"Get out!!!"