The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

The plan of the day is in the morning.

This old saying reminds people that the morning is a wonderful time of day.

We should cherish this time.

But Shang Qingya couldn't do it because she didn't sleep well that night.

They came back very late last night, so they could only manage to sleep there for one night.

The weather is gradually getting warmer, and tomorrow is another day off.

In order to ensure that Shang Qingya can get a good night's sleep and get enough rest.

So Lu Yuan changed into a thinner blanket and gave her the thicker one.

This, in turn, kept Shang Qingya awake.

How can anyone sleep like this!

At an age when one is just beginning to experience romantic feelings, one is still in a stage of innocent fantasy about love.

But things progressed rapidly, and the two quickly moved to live under the same roof.

In this situation, her hormone levels would rise rapidly.

It's the same principle as quenching thirst by looking at plums.

When you have a vision of Merlin in your mind, your mouth will water uncontrollably.

She was the same.

The blanket covering her was filled with Lu Yuan's scent, and Lu Yuan himself lived in a room across the aisle from her.

This feeling is invisible and intangible, yet it truly exists.

It is most likely to trigger fantasy.

Now the hormones are surging even more.

In this situation, it would be helpful to have something to distract oneself.

That's easy to say.

Playing games or watching videos can at least force the brain to stop fantasizing.

But she didn't have a cell phone.

So, in order to hypnotize herself, she decided to hum a song softly in bed.

But driven by this atmosphere, she inexplicably thought of a song.

"I want to become your oxygen, flowing into your body~"

She suddenly felt that the song was very romantic.

Because she and Lu Yuan were too far apart.

Although physically the two people appear to be so close.

But she knew nothing about Lu Yuan's feelings.

What could be closer to a person's heart than becoming oxygen?

As a result, many romantic fantasies kept popping into her mind.

For example, on a damp, rainy day, she would get up and cook breakfast, frying two eggs that looked like hearts. When Lu Yuan asked her how she managed to fry them like that, she said that cooking was a way of expressing her feelings because our relationship was special.

At this point, Lu Yuan would ask, "What kind of special relationship do we have?"

She could then use this as an opportunity to ask, "So, what do you mean by our relationship?"

Lu Yuan will definitely say they are friends, so she can take the opportunity to say, "I don't want to be just friends."

This way, she could have a heart-to-heart talk with Lu Yuan.

For example, on a damp, rainy day, they would walk along a path filled with puddles, exchanging coats, but she would fasten Lu Yuan's buttons onto her own coat.

When Lu Yuan asked her what she was doing, she could seize the opportunity to say, "We will never have a cold war, because we will always be connected."

This way, she could have a heart-to-heart talk with Lu Yuan.

For example, on damp, rainy days, they would go to the supermarket to buy ingredients for hot pot at home. She would sit in the shopping cart, and Lu Yuan would pile hot pot meatballs and romaine lettuce on her back. She liked to eat romaine lettuce.

The supermarket gave her change, which included coins. She tossed one coin and told Lu Yuan that heads meant "You tell me what's on your mind" and tails meant "I listen to what's on your mind."

Then casually toss the coin aside and tell Lu Yuan that the coin is now in your hand, and it's up to you to decide.

This way, she could take the opportunity to have a heart-to-heart talk with Lu Yuan.

Shang Qingya kept marveling at her own cleverness.

But she has a habit of writing down these girlish thoughts in her diary.

Unfortunately, she didn't bring it.

She knew that thoughts conceived late at night would be forgotten the next day, so she decided to read them aloud.

Those who have prepared for exams know that reading aloud can enhance memory; teachers always teach this.

She dared not speak loudly, and could only read these fantasies aloud little by little.

To be honest, this scene was quite eerie.

In the dead of night, a person is muttering their own fantasies, and when they recite these fantasies, there are always some illogical or disjointed parts.

So she sings when she stops to think.

If we set up a camera here and filmed it using a mockumentary style, it would be even more fitting.

The content revolves around this muttered fantasy of rolling around in bed, and occasionally he would stop to sing a couple of lines of "I want to be your oxygen" and film a scary scene.

At least three episodes can be filmed.

I just kept enduring it, and finally morning arrived.

Even more surprisingly, the moment the sky cleared, the drizzle on the windowpane also formed a continuous line.

The opportunity has finally arrived.

She was going to make breakfast as the first step in her plan.

She tiptoed out of the door, trying to make as little noise as possible, like a thief, so as not to disturb Lu Yuan's rest.

But as soon as she stepped out the door, she blushed and retreated.

Because it was a very small two-bedroom apartment, her second bedroom was next to the kitchen, and the master bedroom was right across from it.

I don't know if it's because I'm not used to having other people at home yet.

The door to the master bedroom was not closed.

Lu Yuan's blanket wasn't covering him properly, and his entire thigh was exposed.

She didn't know anything more, because she didn't dare to look at it at all.

Where has Shang Qingya ever seen this in person?

The breakfast plan almost failed at the first hurdle.

"You can do it, Shang Qingya."

She didn't know when Lu Yuan would wake up.

She had already been imagining what Lu Yuan would be like after he woke up.

This would not only make Lu Yuan happy, but she would also show a big smile.

So she mustered her courage and forced herself not to look in the direction of the master bedroom, then slipped into the kitchen and gently closed the door.

"Phew~"

She patted her chest, let out a long breath, and then reached out to open the refrigerator.

"Eggs, scallions..."

These are the only two things I cook at home, and I rarely cook even though I live far away.

Although vegetables are scarce, there is enough.

Start frying the eggs!

She hummed a little love fantasy tune while grinning and happily waving the spatula.

...

Lu Yuan walked out of the room as usual, and went into the bathroom with his eyes half closed.

Then I lay down on the sofa and sank into it.

This is his secret to forcing himself to get out of bed; what young person can get out of bed?

He had to force himself not to go back to the bedroom once he got up, otherwise he would fall asleep and never wake up again.

How did the King of Singles become a master?

But as he lay there, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

It seems a little different from usual.

Yes, I'm taking the day off today, so I don't have to get up so early!

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan got up and prepared to go back to his bedroom to continue sleeping.

But as soon as he stood up and opened his eyes, a figure suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

Oh my god, there are still people at home!

He followed his gaze and saw Shang Qingya asleep on the table, with fried eggs on it.

He scratched his head, walked over, picked up the fried egg on the table, and stuffed it into his mouth.

This was probably saved for me, right?

It only takes two seconds to pick up the fried egg and put it in your mouth.

He chewed as he woke Shang Qingya, saying, "Go back to your room and sleep if you're sleepy."

Shang Qingya slowly woke up, and when she saw Lu Yuan, she suddenly froze, then revealed her signature smile.

He looked down and pointed to the fried egg on the table.

"Hey, where's the fried egg?"

"I ate it."

"Wait." Shang Qingya's breath caught in her throat for a moment, unable to react.

Seeing her expression, Lu Yuan was also stunned: "Wasn't this saved for me?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you making that face?"

"It's nothing." Shang Qingya calmed herself down and reorganized her thoughts, saying, "Did you notice what shape the fried egg was?"

Why should we pay attention to the shape of the fried egg?

"Because I fried them in the shape of hearts!" Shang Qingya desperately tried to get the plan back on track.

"Oh, your cooking is pretty good." Lu Yuan gave a fair compliment, even though he didn't notice the shape of the fried egg at all.

But since others have put so much effort into their preparations, we definitely need to give them some recognition.

"Of course, cooking should be done with care, after all, we have a special relationship."

Shang Qingya's expression was a mixture of excitement and nervousness, and she kept glancing up out of the corner of her eye.

"What special relationship do we have?" Lu Yuan asked, puzzled.

I asked!

I asked!

I asked!

Shang Qingya took a deep breath and, following the script in her mind, spoke with a tense expression:

"Then tell me, what is our relationship?"

"Friends or roommates?" Lu Yuan was still answering according to the script.

"I don't think we should just be friends."

Shang Qingya mustered immense courage, risking her face turning bright red.

Without hesitation, he spoke up.

Then they waited quietly for Lu Yuan's reply.

She had already anticipated Lu Yuan's answer. If things went well, Lu Yuan would reply, "I also feel that we are more than just friends."

If the situation is worse, then Lu Yuan should at least say, "What kind of relationship is it if we're not friends?"

She has the ability to handle both situations.

Now let's only look at Lu Yuan's reply.

And our great Chengdong Single King, the lifelong enemy of countless male riders, the reclusive dragon king in the eyes of security guards, and the youngest stationmaster, Mr. Lu Yuan.

Listening to all this with sleepy eyes, I muttered to myself, "Not friends?"

Then suddenly his eyes widened, filled with doubt, and he scratched his head, speaking in an incredulous tone:

"So you're going to be my enemy too?"