Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

The bathroom door opened a crack, and a muscular, smoothly defined arm stretched out.

According to Gu Ling's usual behavior, he might act like a demon again. Lu Wenzhou pretended to be calm and said, "Give it to me."

The feeling on his hands was nothing but the softness of the bathrobe. Nothing "accidental" happened until the bathroom door was closed. Gu Ling didn't even say a word during the whole process.

Lu Wenzhou heaved a sigh of relief but also felt a little lost. He put on his bathrobe and suddenly felt a little cold on his neck. He reached out to touch the collar of his bathrobe.

A little wet.

Lu Wenzhou had a vague guess in his mind. He lowered his head and sniffed the bathrobe. The light floral scent was the same as the shower gel he had just used. He was not sure if it was the one he had just stained with.

It shouldn't be... right?

Gu Ling was reading the script carefully at her desk, marking it with a pen from time to time. Her superior facial features were more evident when viewed from the side.

Lu Wenzhou only saw that Gu Ling's hair was no longer dripping with water. He frowned and walked over and raised his hand to touch Gu Ling's hair.

It's wet, and water can even seep out if you pinch your hair hard with your fingers.

"I don't blow dry my hair when I wash it at night, for fear that I won't get a headache?"

Gu Ling put down the script and sat obediently, letting Lu Wenzhou's hands mess with her head. She blinked her eyes and said innocently, "The hair dryer is in the bathroom."

Lu Wenzhou took his hand back and supported himself on the armrests of the chair with both hands. He bent down and looked at Gu Ling: "It seems that this is still my fault? Huh?"

This aggressive action coupled with the rising tone of the last voice made him look very aggressive.

The scent of the same shower gel lingered around both of them. It was clearly the same smell, but when the scent wafted over from the other person, it always felt a little different.

Gu Ling leaned forward to close the distance again. Just as Lu Wenzhou was about to step back, the belt that secured his bathrobe was grabbed by Gu Ling.

If I continue to move backwards, the bathrobe will fall apart.

Lu Wenzhou didn't move, so Gu Ling gently placed his other hand on his shoulder: "Zhou Zhou is of course right, I was just looking for an excuse to ask you to help me blow dry my hair."

It was clear that Lu Wenzhou was in the upper position, looking down at Gu Ling slightly, but after Gu Ling's actions, he was invisibly at a disadvantage.

There was no flaw on his face, but his hands gripping the armrests exerted a little force: "Why should I help you blow dry your hair?"

Gu Ling loosened her grip on the belt, slowly placed her hands on the back collar of Lu Wenzhou's bathrobe and gently twisted it, feeling the warm yet wet touch on her fingertips, she seemed to think for a while.

"I lent you my only bathrobe, isn't it only natural that you help me blow dry my hair?"

Only...only one?

only!!!

Lu Wenzhou stood up straight at once, wishing he could stay eight feet away from Gu Ling. The floral-scented bathrobe on his body suddenly felt like it was covered in itching powder, and he felt something was wrong all over.

Before he could question her, Gu Ling sneezed in a very pretentious manner: "A-choo!"

The words on his lips took a detour and he said viciously: "Serves you right!"

He turned and went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer.

Lu Wenzhou wanted to hand over the hair dryer in his hand, but Gu Ling had already closed his eyes. When he heard the footsteps, he said, "Thank you."

Gu Ling closed his eyes obviously to avoid looking at Lu Wenzhou on purpose, to prevent him from giving him the hair dryer. It would be easy to expose him, but Gu Ling always paid attention to details when acting.

The script, densely marked with countless annotations, was opened and placed in the most conspicuous place on the table. As long as you get close, you can definitely see it.

Those annotations are very exhausting to read, and now it's late at night...

Oh my goodness! What a touching dedication!

Gu Ling is so hardworking and dedicated, who would be willing to let her blow-dry her hair with her eyes open?

Anyway, Lu Wenzhou couldn't bear to do it.

The warm wind blew past, and bony fingers moved through the soft short hair clumsily and carefully. The hum of the hair dryer became a hypnotic lullaby, and Gu Ling fell asleep without any preparation.

After drying his hair, Lu Wenzhou turned off the hair dryer and muttered softly, "Are you a pig? Can you fall asleep in such a noisy environment?"

He rubbed Gu Ling's head a few times, looked at Gu Ling's messy hair with satisfaction, then gently held Gu Ling's head in his arms, easily picked up Gu Ling in a princess hug and put him on the bed.

He looked at the soft big bed that was big enough for three people, then thought about the pitifully small sofa in the living room. He picked up Gu Ling and moved him to the inside of the bed, then lay down on the outside of the bed with satisfaction.

It was very tiring for him to help Gu Ling blow dry his hair. What's wrong with sleeping on a big bed for a night?

When Lu Wenzhou's breathing gradually became steady, Gu Ling opened her eyes and hugged the person next to her. She kissed Lu Wenzhou on the lips and said silently: Good night. Then she hugged him and fell asleep.

The next morning, there was no scene of who was in whom's arms. When Lu Wenzhou woke up, he was the only one in the bed.

He left the room and saw Gu Ling busy in the kitchen. Gu Ling turned around to look at him, then focused on making breakfast: "Go wash up when you wake up, breakfast will be ready soon."

After breakfast, Lu Wenzhou put on yesterday's suit. When he was about to pick up his tie, another hand took up the tie before him. He looked at Gu Ling in a daze. Gu Ling said, "Boss, can you be quick? You're going to be late."

She took a step forward very naturally, her fingers moving flexibly among the tie, and soon she had tied a beautiful bow tie.

Walking to the door and putting on his shoes, Lu Wenzhou placed his hand on the door handle. Gu Ling's voice came from behind him: "Drive slowly on the road and be careful."

This scene is so warm, just like a wife seeing her husband off to work.

Today, Gu Ling changed his style again. There was no blushing and heart-pounding teasing, but those ordinary words and ordinary actions seemed soft, making him fall deeper and deeper into it.

When he was a child, Lu Wenzhou went to school and there was a warm breakfast on the table every morning when he woke up, while the shrewd and materialistic Ms. Su Xieyi had already gone out to make a living.

Lu Wenzhou had fantasized countless times about what his life would be like if he had a complete family and if he had not been born in such a chaotic and poor place.

Every morning, he would be pulled out of bed by his mother who pretended to be fierce and scolded him to go to school. His virtuous and capable mother would help his father tie his bow tie neatly, and then the family members would say goodbye to each other and go out to work or study.

However, despite the unsatisfactory reality, Lu Wenzhou never hated the days when he and his mother depended on each other.

Su Xieyi, this name is probably not completely unworthy of its name.

He will always remember Su Xieyi, who had fiercely scared away a person with bad intentions with a kitchen knife just a moment ago, and who showed a different kind of gentleness with a tired face after the door was closed.

She stroked Lu Wenzhou's tender cheek with her rough hands and said, "Zhou Zhou, don't be afraid. Mom will protect you."

Su Xieyi's weather-beaten face did not diminish her beauty in the slightest. The tenacity and maternal love in her bones radiated from the inside out. Even in the narrow and dilapidated little house, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

The flowers growing in the swamp of despair are indeed touching, but they are too unforgettable. Lu Wenzhou yearns for the wild flowers growing freely on the roadside, ordinary and unrestrained.

The ordinary and warm daily interactions moved him far more than thrilling relationships.

Lu Wenzhou's hand repeatedly loosened and clenched on the door handle. After a while, he turned around and hugged Gu Ling. He smiled casually and said, "You are almost catching up with me. Keep it up."

Click, the door is closed.

Gu Ling knew what she should do—prepare for a formal confession.

She put the roses that she had worked so hard to water into a beautiful glass bottle, just for her own enjoyment.