What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

After staying by the river for a short while, their clothes began to flutter in the wind.

"Ouch!" Jiuge exclaimed in surprise when she realized that her skirt had been lifted up with lightning speed.

An Chen pulled down Jiu Ge's black skirt: "How about you wear pants from now on?"

"I'll wear a skirt, and I'll be careful if it's windy."

Jiuge let out a breath and pinched the hem of her skirt shyly.

It's said online that boys all hope the girls they like will dress up beautifully.

In summer, the most flattering outfit is undoubtedly a dress.

"I'll be jealous if you expose yourself." An Chen turned her gaze back to the river, her expression gentle.

"I'm happy that you're jealous," Jiu Ge muttered softly.

“?” An Chen turned his head to the side.

His feelings suddenly became somewhat complicated.

Will this girl deliberately do something to make me jealous in the future?

"Really?" An Chen paused, then asked tentatively.

"Really." Jiuge covered her skirt and looked ahead.

“…” An Chen remained silent.

This topic should absolutely not be explored in depth.

If this deepens Jiuge's impression, it will backfire.

The buildings in the distance are brightly lit, and the Ferris wheel of the amusement park can be seen across the river.

Because it was already night, the Ferris wheel emitted colorful lights.

"An Chen." Jiu Ge pursed her lips and turned her head away.

"What's wrong?" An Chen turned his head and exchanged a glance with Jiu Ge.

"I like you."

Jiuge bit her lip lightly, and a blush rose to her cheeks.

“I like you too.” An Chen reached out and wrapped his arm around Jiu Ge’s waist, pulling her closer to him.

“Ugh… um… so…” Jiuge puffed out her cheeks.

"So?" An Chen was completely confused.

"So where are my flowers?" Jiu Ge tilted her head and glanced at An Chen, her voice sounding very aggrieved.

An Chen fell silent.

"I was thinking of buying it when I got back to the community." He straightened his expression and began to make excuses for what he had inadvertently forgotten.

"Why?" Jiuge felt that something was not quite right.

Has this man forgotten his promise?

“There are flower vendors at the entrance of our community. On days like Qixi Festival, flowers sell out quickly.” An Chen tried to organize her thoughts.

"So?..." Jiuge glanced around out of the corner of her eye.

There are plenty of flower vendors right next to it.

"So the florists keep getting new stock, fresh flowers. The later we buy, the fresher the flowers will be, and they'll last longer when we put them in a vase," An Chen explained gently.

"..." Jiuge remained expressionless.

"As long as you buy it on Qixi Festival, it's a good deal, but the fresher the food, the better." Seeing Jiu Ge holding her little face, An Chen panicked a little.

"Hmph, it's not like I'm buying groceries," Jiuge muttered under her breath.

“…” An Chen’s mouth moved a few times, but he was speechless.

"Buy it now." He pinched Jiuge's waist.

"Waaah... I don't want it anymore!" Jiuge turned her head away, deliberately avoiding looking at An Chen.

For some reason, she was very angry.

A woman's intuition told Jiuge that the man in front of her was definitely making excuses.

“But I just want to buy it for you.” An Chen’s eyes darted around a few times.

"What color flower do you want?" He roughly understood what Jiuge meant.

"..." Jiuge remained silent.

"Then I'll just go buy them." Releasing Jiu Ge's waist, An Chen walked towards the old lady selling flowers.

"Wait! I want pink!" Jiuge pouted and stomped her foot.

Taking a deep breath, she chased after An Chen.

……

Considering that taking the bus back might cause motion sickness, An Chen and Jiu Ge hailed a taxi right by the riverbank.

When I returned to the community, there happened to be no one around.

Next to the Spirit World Spiritual Clinic on the left side of the community, the spot where Zhang Zhidong and Mao Maotou were located was decorated with many flowers sent by spirits.

Holding a bouquet of carefully wrapped, shimmering pink roses, Jiuge stopped in front of the Spirit Realm Mental Clinic.

"Today is Qixi Festival, not Qingming Festival, right?" She blinked and looked at An Chen.

"Yes, that's right. Look at these flowers, most of them are chrysanthemums," An Chen explained, tightening his grip on Jiu Ge's waist.

"I see." Jiuge nodded.

"Great! Happy Qixi Festival! Do you still want to spend money?" Zhang Zhidong floated up from the ground.

Then, he very generously pointed to the translucent chrysanthemums and a few roses on the ground.

“Great! Take it back and you’ll have lots of sons!” Mao Mao poked Xiao Xiao, who was dozing on the ground, with his finger.

He had heard his mother say that most newlyweds hoped to have a son, and the more sons the better.

If they can't have a son, they might be pressured by their elders to keep having children.

Therefore, in the eyes of a young child who doesn't yet have much of his own thoughts, having many sons is the greatest blessing for couples.

"Give birth to...many sons?" Jiuge's shoulders trembled, and her body stiffened.

"I...I'm not married to An...An Chen yet!" Her face flushed red, and she was at a loss for words.

And why is it necessary to have a son?

"..." An Chen didn't speak, but looked at Jiu Ge in his arms with great interest.

"Huh?" Mao Maotou asked, somewhat puzzled.

He didn't understand the logic behind it.

"Not bad? Hmm? You two aren't planning on having children?" Zhang Zhidong asked in a questioning tone.

"Why do you think that Jiuge and I are about to have a baby?" An Chen stared thoughtfully at the little one on the ground.

"..." Jiuge lowered her head and remained silent.

“It was Zhang Su… Uncle Zhang who said it.” Mao Mao Tou pointed to Zhang Zhidong, who was glowing and radiating heat.

His recent practice of Mandarin shouldn't be in vain.

“Okay.” An Chen nodded.

"Why do you think Jiuge and I are about to have a baby?" He asked Zhang Zhidong with a smile.

“That’s right! You two don’t sleep in the same bed and live in the same room?” Zhang Zhidong’s eyes widened, and his voice was loud.

“We don’t!” Jiuge looked up and retorted urgently.

“Yes, not yet,” An Chen agreed.

“That’s right! You guys aren’t—we’ve slept in the same bed before.” The little boy next to him imitated Zhang Zhidong’s loud voice.

"What's wrong with you...?" Jiuge keenly sensed that something was amiss.

Looking down, she noticed that Xiao Xiao, who was almost fully awake, was watching her and An Chen warily.

"Xiaoxiao," An Chen lowered his head and called out softly.

"What's wrong, Ji?" Xiao Xiao's tone was a little frightened.

“That’s right, it’s a short story!” Zhang Zhidong exclaimed.

"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" The little one flapped its wings, looking like it wanted to run away.

"Xiaoxiao." Jiuge's voice turned cold, and her eyes flashed with chilling intent.

"Alas..." Xiao Xiao let out Jiu Ge's "Alas" sound.

"I was just asking." Jiu Ge said with a forced smile.

"I didn't!" Xiao Xiao firmly denied.

"It's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before."

The next second, she used An Chen's voice to say the words that would get her hammered.

Chapter 239 I Didn't Always Spy on You (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

Analysis suggests that without air conditioning, the world's work efficiency would decrease by 40%.

In a time when not using air conditioning could lead to physical death from the heat, countless people have openly declared that air conditioning is the greatest invention on Earth.

"Why can the air conditioner only be set to 16 degrees Celsius?" After setting the living room air conditioner to 22 degrees Celsius, Jiuge nestled on the sofa and leaned back.

"It's equivalent to a safety value. It's relatively beneficial to the health of both people and machines." An Chen casually ruffled Naitang's hair.

He got up and plopped down next to Jiuge.

“But I saw on the news that several people died from the heat outside… They were practically melting by the time the ambulances arrived.” Jiuge huddled up and pulled her phone out from under her nightgown.