Zhou Hao hasn't looked Zhou Nian in the eye for several years now. Whenever they make eye contact, there is always a sense of disgust. A few days ago, when he suddenly saw a change in his character, Zhou Hao thought it was just a new trick, but now it seems like it's not.

Chu Qi's high fever had not receded yet, and the scorching heat in the palm of his hand wrapped around his somewhat chilly hand without any obstruction. Without warning, he felt like his skin was about to ignite.

His gaze deepened, saying, "Take good care and get well soon," before withdrawing his hand.

Chu Qi fell silent, her eyes filled with resentment as she gazed at Zhou Hao. She occasionally sniffled, with traces of tears still lingering on her eyelashes.

Zhou Hao couldn't bring himself to be cruel upon seeing him like this, feeling helpless but pretending to be extremely annoyed as he said, "Fine, I know."

Chu Qi felt a pang in her nose, and tears welled up in her eyes. Zhou Hao asked, "Why are you crying again?"

He said, "I... I'm happy."

This statement is true; he is indeed happy. He can now flirt without restraint and going to bed together is just around the corner!

Chu Qi's high fever did not subside completely until the third day. He made excuses not to tell his parents, fearing that they would worry. In reality, he just wanted to pester Zhou Hao, seeking little joys and affectionate touches whenever he had the chance.

Zhou Hao didn't dare to leave him alone in the hospital. While it was okay for Chen Ma to come over, Chu Qi was unhappy about it. Whenever he mentioned going to work, Chu Qi would start acting pitiful, her eyes welling up, and she would stare at him saying, "Fine, go ahead. It's not a problem for me to be alone here."

Having said these words, how can one leave?

So he hadn't gone to work for several days. The café started urging him. Chu Qi was worried that Zhou Hao would misunderstand him if he lost his job, so on the third day when he felt better, he went back.

If he lay in the room for a day, Zhou Hao would come knocking on the door to ask him what's wrong, worried that he had a fever again. Chu Qi felt ecstatic in her heart. It seemed that she had started to care. It looks like the progress can be a little faster.

He procrastinated until eleven o'clock that night. Quietly, he moved a ladder and removed the ceiling lamp in his own bedroom. Holding his phone, he smashed the light bulb and placed the broken pieces back into the lampshade, screwing it back on perfectly.

After he quietly put the ladder back, he went to the bathroom and took a refreshing shower. Then, he grabbed a glass of orange juice and returned to the room.

Zhou Hao was startled by Chu Qi's shout and ran to her room to ask, "What happened?"

The room was dark, only illuminated by the light from the corridor outside. In the blurry darkness, a figure stumbled and hurried over, diving into his embrace.

Chu Qi raised her head to look at him and asked, "Brother?"

His face was bathed in the orange light from outside, making his features appear softer. The slight redness on his cheeks, as if freshly bathed, accentuated his youthfulness. His fair complexion, unique to young individuals, looked even more delicate in the dim light. Water droplets dripped from his hair, tracing down his collarbone and flowing along the contours of his chest, obscured by the loose pyjamas.

Zhou Hao was momentarily lost in thought, but he quickly snapped back and asked, "What's going on?"

Chu Qi had no intention of letting go and continued to embrace his waist, saying, "As soon as I turned on the light, I heard a loud bang, and it seemed like the light bulb exploded, spilling orange juice on the bed."

Zhou Hao pushed him aside and said, "Call the electrician to come and fix it."

He hurriedly said, "It's almost midnight, isn't it a bit inappropriate to ask someone to come over so late?"

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Hao realized that it made sense. What had happened to Zhou Nian? Why was she so considerate of others now? It wasn't like this before, always there for others whenever they called and always ready to help.

Chu Qi stood by the door, clutching the hem of her clothes, and looked into the dark room as she asked, "Brother, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Zhou Hao was not very willing because it was no big deal to sleep together when they were kids. But now that they've grown up, it feels a bit strange for two grown men to sleep together. He said, "Anyway, you always sleep with the lights off. Let's sleep like this for one night and call the electrician tomorrow."

"But... I spilled orange juice on my bed," he looked up at Zhou Hao with a pleading look in his eyes, his pink lips pouting as if he was upset.

Zhao Hao's heart softened, and he agreed.

Orange juice was spilled on the bed, indeed making it unfit for sleeping.

Chu Qi already knew that Zhou Hao would definitely refuse him, so he left some tricks up his sleeve. It wasn't a waste now, as you can't refuse even if you want to.

Ha, men.

Chu Qi wasn't entering Zhou Hao's room for the second time. For the past half month, she had been running into Zhou Hao's room every day, calling him to have dinner. Today, she was so familiar with the way that she immediately jumped onto the bed as soon as she entered the room.

After rolling around on the bed, she tightly held onto Zhou Hao's blanket and sniffed it vigorously. "Brother, your bed is so soft."

Zhou Hao glanced at him, pulled out a chair, and sat in front of the computer, expressionless. He said, "We are the same mattress."

Chu Qi was a little surprised, "Really? Why do I feel like your bed is even softer than mine?" He lifted the covers and took a look, and indeed, it was the same mattress.

Zhou Hao remained silent, and the only sound in the room was the tapping of his keyboard. Chu Qi walked over and slightly bent down to look at his computer. "What are you doing?"

"Writing a script is useful for programming," he murmured as his fingers swiftly tapped on the keyboard. A long string of incomprehensible code appeared on the computer screen, and no matter how long Chu Qi stared at it, she couldn't make sense of it.

Zhou Hao now has his own team at school, preparing to develop an application to be launched on the market. In the future, he intends to start a software company, so when he's not attending school, he goes to coffee shops during the day and writes code at night. When he's at school, he attends classes during the day and writes code at night. On weekends, he takes part-time jobs.

No wonder his parents and teachers like him so much. He is diligent and hardworking. Who wouldn't like that?

Chu Qi moved closer to him again, lowering her head and rubbing her nose against his neck. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Brother, what kind of shower gel are you using? It smells really good."

The scorching heat sprayed onto Zhou Hao's bare skin, causing an involuntary tingling sensation and a small cluster of goosebumps, which quickly vanished.

His hands, which were tapping on the keyboard, came to a stop. His distinct, knobby fingers curled slightly as he calmly replied, "Just like you."

"Same?" Hearing this, Chu Qi unabashedly buried her nose in his neck and took a sniff. This time, even the tip of her nose rubbed against it. "Seems like it, but why does yours smell better than mine?"

Zhou Hao had been enduring it all along, feeling as if someone had just knocked into his heart. His fingers had already curled into a fist, and he impatiently said, "If you have nothing important to discuss, please go to bed."

Chu Qi still stood behind him and said, "But I'm not tired yet."

"Then do whatever you like. There are books on the shelf that you can read, or you can play with your phone. I can't work with you standing beside me like this."

Chu Qi nodded and said, "Alright, I won't disturb you any longer. You focus on your work, I'll wait for you in bed."