I almost touched the moon

That night, Wen Song carefully reviewed his interactions with Cheng Che over the past few days and basically ruled out the possibility that he was gay, leaving two possibilities...

She rolled around on the bed in annoyance. Even if she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. With Cheng Che's physique and athletic ability, it was impossible for him to be the first possibility.

She thought and analyzed it carefully for a long time, and found that Cheng Che had been very good to her these days, but sometimes, when they were close to each other, he would avoid her... So, was it because he didn't like her, or didn't like her enough...

Thinking this way, she was troubled until four or five in the morning before she fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already three in the afternoon.

She was just about to send a WeChat message to Cheng Che, telling him not to come today, when she saw his WeChat message.

[I'm here, downstairs, I've finished walking Petty, is your sister still awake? ]

[Wow, I'm a little hungry. I'll have lunch first. Petty has already fed me.]

[Is my sister still sleeping? Is she at home? ]

[Are you still awake, Sister Wensong?]

[Okay, sister, sleep well. I’ll wait for you in the living room.]

"He's so clingy..." Wen Song couldn't help but think in his heart, "But is he like this to everyone..."

After washing up, she put on a shawl over her pajamas and walked to the living room on the first floor. As expected, Cheng Che was sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

"The other side of the living room is a video room," she said, her voice a little cold, "if you're bored, you can go there to watch a movie or a TV show."

"It's okay." He greeted me with a smile, "It's not boring."

Wen Song smelled the fragrance on him again. In addition to the familiar scent of perfume, there was also the fragrance of sunshine and grass, which was so good that she wanted to sink into it.

She took a few steps back, trying to get away from the scent on Cheng Che that made her feel uneasy. "Thank you for your hard work. If you have nothing else, why don't you go back first?"

"How can it be okay?" Cheng Che noticed that she was in a bad mood and felt a little disappointed, but he still smiled and said, "I still have to cook for my sister. What do you want to eat? Do you want some pan-fried cod? I just fried salmon for Petty. Don't worry, sister, I didn't add any oil or salt."

"Hmm..." Wen Song found that he still couldn't push him away, so he whispered thank you.

"Don't say thank you to me." Cheng Che said in a coquettish tone, "Then Sister, take a rest for a while, I'll go fry the cod for you."

Soon, he prepared the meal. In addition to a plate of exquisitely presented cod, there was also a cup of hot milk, a plate of vegetable salad, and a dish of peeled kiwi and orange.

"Cheng Che..." Wen Song raised his head and looked at him. He was looking at him with a sincere smile in his eyes.

She thought for a long time, and finally asked: "Will you treat others the same way as you treat me?"

"How is that possible?" Cheng Che sat down opposite her and handed her the milk. "Drink the milk first. Sister has been hungry for too long. Drink something hot to warm your stomach. I'm not a professional chef. How can I cook for others?"

Since he has never cooked for others... then she must be the only one. Thinking of this, Wen Song's mouth curled up slightly, and she felt a little better. However, does this mean that he likes her? She didn't dare to ask, let alone delve into it.

"Will you go horseback riding later?" Cheng Che asked, "This is what my sister promised me yesterday."

"Sorry." Wen Song was a little embarrassed, bit his lip and said, "I have an appointment with someone to come to my house for a manicure this afternoon, so I won't go."

"Ah... OK." Cheng Che was obviously a little disappointed, but still smiled and said, "The weather is not good today, let's go next time it's sunny. Then I'll stay at home with my sister. I haven't seen how manicures are done yet, I'm very curious."

Wen Song was also amused by him. For the first time, he began to doubt Zhang Yue's words. He cooked for her, walked the dog for her, drove 300 kilometers to Munich to take care of her without sleep when she was sick, and now accompanied her to do her nails. Isn't this really love?

She opened her phone, selected two pictures and asked Cheng Che, "Which one looks better?"

Cheng Che looked at it carefully for a while, pointed to the "Hailey Manicure" in the first picture and said, "This one, it looks simpler, and the fingertips are shiny, it should look good."

Wen Song suddenly had some joking thoughts: "Then I'll make one for you later? Or maybe give you a hand treatment."

"I don't want it!" He refused immediately and took his hand back in fear. "I'm not a girl, why would I need a manicure? Hand care, no need... either, thank you, sister."

Wen Song nodded and stopped joking with him. He said in his heart, "Resisting manicure, it seems that she is not gay."

"Cheng Che..." Even though he might be disappointed, Wen Song still mustered up his courage, "Are you so nice to everyone?"

"Of course not." Cheng Che said seriously, "Only to you."

It was a simple sentence, but it was more sincere and touching than "I love you". Wen Song almost asked him, "Do you like me?"

But... she remembered that someone once said to her, "How can I treat every fan the same way I treat you? Iseylia is different to me."

She didn't dare to ask any more questions... Before he gave a clear answer, let it be..

"Sister Wen Song." Cheng Che watched her expression. The look in her eyes when she looked at him contained expectation and a little bit of uneasiness.

He mustered up his courage and wanted to confess to her, "Sister Wensong, I..."

Just at this moment, the doorbell rang at a very inopportune time.

The person who came was the Japanese manicurist that Wen Song had made an appointment with. Wen Song seemed to be very familiar with her. He took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and handed them to her, and spoke to her enthusiastically in Japanese.

The manicurist saw Cheng Che and asked in Japanese: "He's very handsome. Is he your boyfriend?"

"No." Wen Song replied with a smile, "We are just ordinary friends."

Maybe because they thought Cheng Che didn't know Japanese, their conversation was very natural and they didn't avoid him.

However, after watching anime for so many years, Cheng Che could understand some simple Japanese, such as the two sentences they just said.

"Forget it..." He lowered his head secretly. He still didn't understand her attitude, so he decided to wait a little longer.

Wen Song politely invited the manicurist to go to the living room with her and said with a smile, "Please wait a moment. I'll go make a cup of tea."

"Don't bother, I'll just drink some water." The manicurist quickly declined.

Wen Song smiled and said you're welcome, and went to the kitchen island. Cheng Che followed her and said, "Let me do it. What do you want to drink?"

"No, I can do it myself."

Then he took out a tea whisk and tea bowl and made three cups of matcha.

Cheng Che asked in shock: "You also know tea ceremony?"

"I learned it from a friend of mine in Japan." She smiled, "But I didn't learn the essence of it. I was just showing off my skills in front of an expert."

He handed the first cup to Cheng Che and said, "Try it?"

Cheng Che took a sip and found the tea aroma rich. Although it was a little bitter, it was the taste he liked. "It tastes good."

"You always say everything I cook tastes good." Wen Song smiled, "You didn't run a few extra kilometers today, did you?"

"No." Cheng Che took the tea tray from her, "Let me do it." He muttered to himself, it was obvious that he had worked out for an extra hour as soon as he got home last night.

Cheng Che followed Wen Song, placed the matcha and cake on the small round table with high legs in the living room, smiled slightly, and sat next to Wen Song.

Wen Song introduced them with a smile, being warm and proper without being flattering. "This is the matcha I brought back from Kyoto not long ago, and this Madeleine is made by me. Come and try it."

The manicurist was obviously a little flattered and said gratefully: "Thank you so much, I will enjoy it. Every time I come, you treat me with delicious refreshments. Thank you so much. I am very embarrassed and a little uneasy."

"It's okay, please enjoy."

Cheng Che watched this scene from the side and found that Wen Song was indeed polite to everyone and maintained just the right amount of enthusiasm, but it was really difficult to truly get into her heart.

Three hours later, the manicure was finally completed. It was the first time that Cheng Che realized how troublesome it was to get a girl's manicure done. He had always thought that it was enough to just paint a color, but he didn't expect that there were so many steps before and after. He felt tired just watching.

"Does it look good?" Wen Song stretched out his hand in front of him and asked boastfully.

"It looks good." Cheng Che smiled and stretched his sore cervical vertebrae.

"You didn't even look at it..." Wen Song snorted coldly and scolded.

Cheng Che took another closer look. Her long fingers, with the nude pink nail polish and the slight glitter on the fingertips, were really beautiful.

"It looks great." He nodded in praise. "It sparkles like stars."

"What do you want for dinner?" It was already half past six in the evening, and he was really a little hungry.

"How about puff pastry black truffle cream mushroom soup?" Wen Song looked at him expectantly and asked, "There is also tomato beef risotto. There should be mushrooms and wagyu beef in the refrigerator, and black truffles are also in the freezer."

"Okay, I'll go cook now."

Halfway through dinner, Petty, who was lying at Cheng Che's feet, suddenly rushed out like crazy, and then a loud voice was heard, "Petty! My precious daughter!"

Wen Song glanced at Cheng Che and said silently, "My mother is back."