Chapter 231: Stinky Man

As soon as she stepped out, she saw Fang Zhou standing by the door, holding his clothes, looking at her innocently.

This made Chu Xinran even angrier.

“Hmph!”

She snorted lightly, turned away from Fang Zhou, and walked straight into his bedroom.

There was only one bed inside, so she was definitely sleeping there.

Observing the surroundings, she noticed Fang Zhou seemed to really like those psychology books.

In the previous house, it was also filled with this type of books.

Chu Xinran couldn’t help but reach out and pick up the top book, flipping through it casually.

However, she paused when she saw something on one page.

“What is this?”

She murmured.

On the slightly yellowed page, there was a red mark, looking somewhat like lipstick, or perhaps red ink that had leaked.

Chu Xinran’s eyes narrowed as she touched the red mark. It wouldn’t rub off, and she couldn’t tell when it was left there.

Never mind, she put the book down and looked at the dark night outside the window, deciding to let it go.

Doubting all the time is really tiring.

Besides, loving someone means trusting them completely.

Unless she saw it with her own eyes, she shouldn’t believe it.

The time approached 11:30 PM, and the moon hung high in the sky. The cool night breeze blew in through the window, making her feel refreshed.

Reflecting on these past two joyful days, Chu Xinran felt a bit dreamy.

The experience card ends tomorrow.

It’s really saddening.

But the one thing she was grateful for now was that she was still alive, and there was more time ahead.

She turned her attention back to Fang Zhou’s room and saw the ornament on his bedside table.

It was an anime character wearing a baseball cap, carrying a hoe, a long-haired girl.

A character who left a significant mark in Chinese anime history, Feng Baobao.

Chu Xinran couldn’t help but pick up the figurine and carefully examine it under the light.

It was indeed incredibly lifelike, just like in the anime.

The anime, now in its fifth season, remained consistently popular.

Chu Xinran originally didn’t watch it, but two years ago, she started watching it with Fang Zhou.

The most memorable scene for her was the one where they walked naked under the moonlight.

Even though they watched a censored version, the male lead’s bare butt was clearly visible on the screen.

Back then, Fang Zhou quickly covered Chu Xinran’s eyes, not letting her watch.

“It’s just an anime character, no big deal.”

Chu Xinran found it funny and tried to pry Fang Zhou’s hands away, but he firmly stopped her.

“No looking, or I’ll spank you.”

That was when Chu Xinran developed a deep impression of the anime.

The two of them marathoned the first and second seasons, planning to watch the third, but it remained on hold.

“Huh? Still awake?”

Fang Zhou, done with his shower, entered to find Chu Xinran staring blankly at his figurine.

He suddenly felt nervous, hoping she wouldn’t take her anger out on the figurine.

Please don’t! I worked so hard to get that!

Sister Bao can’t take a fall!

Fang Zhou inwardly wailed, hoping for Chu Xinran’s mercy.

He quickly walked into the bedroom, quietly taking the figurine from her hand, finally feeling relieved.

Chu Xinran allowed him to take Feng Baobao’s figurine without resistance, staring at him with a slightly gloomy tone.

“You seem to care a lot about this figurine.”

“More than you care about me.”

The resentment in her last words was obvious.

Fang Zhou let out an awkward laugh, quickly setting the figurine down, and then pulled Chu Xinran to sit on the bed, attentively massaging her shoulders.

“How could that be?”

“No figurine is more important than you, Xinran.”

“You’re so kind and beautiful, the epitome of a kind-hearted beauty!”

Sometimes, Fang Zhou felt he was quite a suck-up, spouting flattery effortlessly without blinking.

Chu Xinran knew he was purposely coaxing her, but she couldn’t resist sweet talk.

The anger she had been holding onto dissipated.

She hummed softly, feeling she shouldn’t let him off so easily.

“If I’m important, why did you ignore me earlier?”

Fang Zhou’s heart skipped a beat; she clearly was still bothered by it.

“I didn’t ignore you. I just thought your beautiful hands would regret having scars.”

Fang Zhou put down his hands and sat next to Chu Xinran, gently turning her head to face him.

Word by word, he said, “If there’s a chance, I hope it’s in a more proper setting.”

This was a rather indirect way to put it.

Even though it still sounded absurd, Chu Xinran felt it was very fitting.

It showed he respected her, right?

Though she knew men rarely spoke the truth.

But at this moment, Chu Xinran chose to believe him.

“Stinky man.”

Chu Xinran muttered a curse, the next moment throwing herself into Fang Zhou’s arms.

The previous words were both a coquettish plea and a self-cursing.

Either way, this hug was her way of making peace.

Fang Zhou embraced her, feeling her warmth and compliance. He thought yet again: coaxing women is truly a skill.

“It’s late, let’s sleep.”

Fang Zhou opened the thin blanket, set the air conditioner timer, and brought a thermal cup with warm water from the kitchen.

Air conditioning in the summer can be very drying; water is necessary.

This was prepared for Chu Xinran.

She obediently got into bed, lying next to Fang Zhou, watching him intently.

Fang Zhou turned off the light but could still feel her strong gaze, softly calling out.

“Xinran?”

“Hmm.”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I can’t sleep. Sing me a song.”

Chu Xinran slowly moved her body, hugging Fang Zhou’s waist, pleadingly asking him to sing.

He always had a good voice, like coming from a music academy.

“Okay, what do you want to hear?”

Fang Zhou always complied with such requests.

“‘Cloud and Rain’.”

“Alright.”

Fang Zhou placed his arm under her neck, cleared his throat, and began to sing.

“Your goodnight is an unconscious kindness…”

The night breeze blew in, accompanied by Fang Zhou’s singing, gently lulling her to sleep.