Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 199 Are you giving birth to a baby at home?

"Xiaobai, what are you doing?"

"It's so boring during the holidays, I came to play with you."

"Where are you?"

"I'm downstairs at your house!"

Zhong Xilu looked at the message on his phone that had not been replied to and frowned in dissatisfaction.

This guy, is he typing?

But I also keep QQ on while typing.

She got into the elevator skillfully and pressed the button for the third floor.

"I hope this guy is home. If I make this trip in vain—"

Zhong Xilu clenched his fists and was already thinking about how to take revenge on that guy.

dong dong.

Zhong Xilu raised his hand and knocked on the door.

There were footsteps inside.

Before the door was fully opened, Zhong Xilu couldn't wait to speak: "Ding Ding~ Surprised? Unexpected? - Hey?"

A beauty in ancient costume sitting on the sofa came into view.

Perhaps because she felt a little shy being seen in ancient costume, Chun Yuwan reflexively picked up the giant onion next to her and held it in front of her.

Zhong Xilu: “.”

No matter how you look at it, it feels like someone was caught cheating in bed.

She stepped back and closed the door again. "Sorry to bother you."

"Don't be weird!" Bai Yang opened the door again unhappily, "We are painting, come in."

"Oh." Zhong Xilu walked in with small steps, and only then did she see the easel placed in the middle of the living room, with a half-finished painting on it.

Although it was only the initial outline, the beauty on the paper was already stunning enough. What was even more stunning was the real ancient beauty behind the easel. Even though the giant onion in her arms ruined the atmosphere, her fairy-like temperament made Zhong Xilu feel as if he was meeting Chun Yuwan for the first time.

How can a person be so beautiful?

The piercing alarm sounded wildly in his mind, and Zhong Xilu felt his hair stand on end.

Danger, danger, danger!

Even I can hardly bear it, how can that pervert Bai Yang bear it?
In broad daylight, you bring someone to your home to play role-playing games. How can this be serious?

Is having a baby the next step?
The confusion in Zhong Xilu's mind did not affect Bai Yang. He sat back next to the easel and said casually, "Sit down first. If you want some water, there's some in the refrigerator. I haven't finished painting yet."

"Little Fish Ball, put down the green onion!"

"Oh." Chun Yuwan let go of Cong shyly and glanced at Zhong Xilu secretly.

This was the first time that Chun Yuwan was seen wearing ancient costume by someone other than Bai Yang. She felt even more embarrassed than if she hadn't worn anything at all.

Especially since I was lying on Bai Yang's sofa.
I felt so uncomfortable that my face turned red.

Zhong Xilu moved a chair and sat next to Bai Yang. Hesitantly, he whispered, "So, you weren't replying to my message just now because you were drawing."

"You sent me a message?" Bai Yang tilted his head slightly: "Sorry, I left my phone in the study."

He seemed to have no interest in talking and soon immersed himself in painting.

Zhong Xilu pouted, feeling very sad inside.

Okay, okay, you did this behind my back and now you’re ignoring me.

Well, he didn’t even carry it on his back, he did it openly.

It was this kind of open and aboveboard frankness that made Zhong Xilu feel even more uncomfortable. She knew nothing about art in the first place, and when Bai Yang and Chun Yuwan talked about painting, she couldn't get a word in at all.

During this rare holiday, I originally wanted to have a good date with Bai Yang and take advantage of the last chance to enhance our relationship, but it turned out that she was drawing for Chun Yuwan, and the atmosphere was so ambiguous.

Looking at Chun Yuwan lying shyly on the sofa, Zhong Xilu's mind was filled with certain scenes from the Titanic. Then, the mind unconsciously jumped to the scene where Bai Yang was hugging Chun Yuwan and standing at the bow of the giant ship, the two of them looking at each other affectionately in the sunset.

"Jack Young~"

"Late Ruth~"

No, Chun Yuwan’s current outfit should be changed to one with an oriental background for more appropriateness.

"Bai Yang Guo Er~"

"Fishball Auntie~"

I imagined Bai Yang's face full of wretchedness, rubbing his hands like a fly, and saying to Chun Yuwan: "Aunt, it's time to practice body painting."

Chun Yuwan was unwilling to do so, but she had to undress with tears streaming down her face due to the unspoken rules of the painting industry.
Zhong Xilu shook his head vigorously. He couldn't let his imagination run wild anymore, or he would even come up with the name of Bai Yang and Chun Yuwan's child.

She tried to regain her senses.

"At least, they were really just painting. If you think about it carefully, apart from the fact that this happened in Bai Yang's home, there is nothing unacceptable. After all, Bai Yang has also painted a portrait of me."

Ahhh, this is still a little hard to accept! How can I draw for other girls!

Be rational! Be rational, Zhong Xilu!
Bai Yang is an art student, so it is normal for him to draw portraits for others.

Even if she's wearing ancient costumes, it's normal, right?
She took a deep breath.

"Given Bai Yang's personality, if he and Chun Yuwan really had an ambiguous relationship, he wouldn't hide it from anyone."

"He is such a shameless person. Even if he wants to be a scumbag, he will be a scumbag clearly."

"So, at least we can be sure that Wanwan has not crossed that line either."

Although it was just a possibility and Chun Yuwan had no intention of falling in love, she was so beautiful that Zhong Xilu decided to change his mindset and treat her as an equal.

"When Bai Yang goes to the training camp, I will spend too much time alone with him, and we are in the imperial capital, which is far away from the emperor."

"So, I have to do something before Bai Yang goes to training!"

The thoughts I had before were extremely strong at this moment.

She turned and looked at Bai Yang.

The boy's expression was not at all as frivolous as usual, but rather unusually serious.

Zhong Xilu admitted that her love for the other person was also related to his face. When he was serious, the unique temperament exuded by the boy was indeed very attractive.

"Asshole," she muttered.

"Hmm?" Bai Yang frowned slightly and turned his eyes away.

"It's okay, just paint your picture." Zhong Xilu said unhappily.

"Oh." Bai Yang nodded and said, "I think it will take a while. If you are too bored, you can go to the study and play on the computer."

"I have no interest in touching your computer."

Zhong Xilu said this, but still stood up and pushed the door open and walked directly into Bai Yang's bedroom.

"The quilt is not folded again!" She complained in a low voice, walked forward, sniffed, and looked at the bedside table.

The bottle was still there, but the liquid inside was empty.

"The fragrance is gone and you didn't even tell me."

No wonder I always feel like something is missing that belongs to me.

Zhong Xilu looked around, sizing up the bedroom that Bai Yang had lived in for more than half a year. Compared to how empty it was when he first came in, it now had many more personal marks of Bai Yang.

The guitar placed in the corner is the one that he used to play and sing "You, My Deskmate" for himself on the stage.

The coat hanging behind the door was the one I wore last month, but I probably forgot to put it away.

And the painting on the wall above the bed——

Zhong Xilu's gaze rested on the painting.

The girl stood on the endless railway tracks, her face unclear, with her arms outstretched, and a train roaring behind her.

Zhong Xilu saw Chun Yuwan’s signature and pursed her lips slightly.

This is the painting she gave to Bai Yang.
Is it her painting style that creates this kind of depressing and desperate atmosphere?
Although they had known each other for such a long time, Zhong Xilu knew that she had never truly understood Chun Yuwan. She could see that this girl was trying hard to be friends with her, but she could also feel the high wall in her heart, unconsciously blocking her out.

There is a small line of words written below the painting.

"Embrace the Future?"

She recognized Bai Yang's handwriting.

“Is that the name of the painting?”

Zhong Xilu looked at the painting again.

"That's really his style. It's obviously a pessimistic painting, but he insisted on giving it an optimistic name."

Unconsciously, she sighed and sat down on the bed.

The mattress was a little hard, and had a slight smell of poplar. Zhong Xilu didn't know how to describe that smell.

But not annoying.

So she slowly lay down, hugged the quilt, and took a deep breath.

"Don't be someone else's sun so easily."

(End of this chapter)