Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

The orange translucent candy glowed like a gem under the lights in the house.

When the candy fell into her palm, Murong Xue felt that the already sweet environment became even sweeter.

There was a "boom" in Murong Xue's mind, and her brain, which was operating meticulously like a domineering president, only had one sentence left at this moment:

She! Actually! Really! Prepared! Candy! For! Her!

Before losing her composure, Murong Xue tried to escape.

She even didn't go through the door because Song Pingqing was standing at the door. Despite the slightly cool weather, she ran directly back to her bedroom from the balcony.

Song Pingqing said "Huh", and stood there muttering to himself:

"Isn't the purpose of giving out candy on Halloween to get rid of ghosts? How come even the ghosts ran away?"

After a long while, when Song Pingqing had already packed up and was ready to take a shower and go to bed, Murong Xue suddenly came over again.

"You just said that the colorful lollipop wasn't tasty?"

Song Pingqing nodded and added: "Not only is it not tasty, it can even be said to be unpalatable."

Murong Xue was a little discouraged.

It's hard for her to ask people to pick the most complete one.

"What's wrong?" Song Pingqing looked at her, "Are you curious about the taste of that candy?"

"I guess so." Murong Xue was most reluctant to reveal her efforts behind the scenes in front of Song Pingqing, so she could only admit it as she said.

"When you said it wasn't tasty, I became curious. When you said it was unpalatable, I became even more curious."

"Tomorrow." Song Pingqing packed her clothes and went to the bathroom to remove her makeup and wash up.

"I'll break it up tomorrow and you can try it."

“Why break it?”

"Do you want to just hold such a big candy and eat it?" Song Pingqing said this, and the two looked at each other, and that scene appeared in their minds.

"You're right." Murong Xue turned and left.

That scene was so embarrassing and definitely damaged Murong Xue's image.

It would be better for her to slip away before Song Pingqing has time to tease her.

This Halloween, eh...

Early the next morning, Song Pingqing went to the kitchen to give candy to Murong Xue.

Murong Xue was sitting in the restaurant and was startled by the noise. She put down the newspaper and went inside to take a look.

"Why don't you wait outside?"

Having said that, Song Pingqing reached out and picked up a relatively small piece of candy that Murong Xue could taste, and brought it to Murong Xue's mouth:

"You didn't wash your hands, and the sugar is sticky on your hands after you washed them. Just try it like this."

Murong Xue ate with red ears, thinking: Fortunately, her hair is loose today, so Song Pingqing can't see her ears.

She unlocked another use for the big waves!

For Murong Xue, today's happiness goes far beyond this.

Although the candy that Song Pingqing fed her personally was not very tasty as Song Pingqing said, it really made her happy for the whole day.

Even those annoying and stupid employees couldn't disturb Murong Xue's mood.

When Murong Xue returned to her room briskly in the evening, a neatly folded scarf was placed on her bed.

Oh no.

It was a long scarf, a double-circle neckband with fine stitching, and a pair of white gloves with rabbit fur sewn on them.

Song Pingqing left a note on it.

"I bought too much thread, so I'll make a few more. You can use them as you see fit."

There is also a cool grimace below.

Murong Xue looked at the scarf, and the corners of her mouth that wanted to rise conflicted with the cold and reserved personality of the domineering president.

After all, the love brain was stronger. Murong Xue hugged the scarf and briefly showed a cute smile.

Murong Xue buried her face in the scarf knitted by her lover and didn't look up for a long time.

Great! So happy!

Winter in Bolton is a bit depressing.

It's either cloudy or overcast, and there are only a few sunny days in a month.

"This kind of weather can easily cause people to have psychological problems."

Another morning, Song Pingqing opened the curtains, looked at the thick clouds, and said to Murong Xue who was still dazed in bed:

"I think the school should give a 'sunshine holiday' in this season, and let everyone go to the playground to bask in the sun when the sun comes out."

At this time in the morning, Song Pingqing would usually have changed into his sportswear and gone out for exercise.

Things have been a little different lately.

Since entering winter, it is not suitable to exercise outdoors. Such a cold winter, coupled with such thick moisture, can cause great damage to the body.

Song Pingqing just wanted to exercise, not to be hard on his body.

After only briefly mentioning it to Murong Xue once, the eldest lady had a gym set up for her at home.

He also found an excuse not to let Song Pingqing and Shen Ci exercise together: "You two have different goals and tendencies in your exercise, and the equipment is different. I have hired a professional instructor for him, so you should exercise separately."

When it comes to the Murong family's training plan for Shen Ci, Song Pingqing certainly has no reason to interfere, so he agreed immediately.

But before Murongxue could be happy for long, Song Pingqing said again:

"In that case, let's exercise together from now on. By the way, did you not complete your recent height-enhancing exercises properly?"

Murong Xue's face fell at that moment.

She really doesn't like exercising. Even for the sports clubs and physical education classes that the school requires every student to participate in, she signed up for yoga and billiards, which don't seem so intense.

"Really?" Song Pingqing poked her forehead. "You are not a three-year-old child anymore. You start to slack off when I am not paying attention. I have to keep an eye on you while you exercise in the future."

When Murong Xue heard this, it automatically turned into "I will pay more attention to you in the future."

Murong Xue's expression then became less ugly again, and she immediately began to press further:

"If you practice with me and give me some milk tea or fruit tea as a reward, then I'll still be willing to exercise."

Song Pingqing: ...The Wukong’s emoticon “Eat eat eat, all you know is eating” suddenly appeared in my mind.

Murong Xue blinked and asked, "Is that okay? Desserts are fine too."

Her original intention was to act coquettishly, but since she grew up, Murong Xue always felt that acting coquettishly was something only children would do.

Every time I act coquettishly, I can only express half of my feelings, and I still feel uncomfortable inside.

Fortunately, Song Pingqing always accepts this, whether in the past or now.

Looking into Murong Xue's sparkling eyes, Song Pingqing sighed helplessly in his heart, walked to the bed and sat down, looking at her and said:

"If you get up now and follow me to exercise, I will make you milk matcha glutinous rice balls tomorrow morning."

"We have to wait until tomorrow morning..." Murong Xue's tone could not hide her disappointment.

"So ungrateful?" Song Pingqing deliberately frowned, "Then wait until later..."

Before he finished his words, Murong Xue immediately completed a very standard sit-up and covered Song Pingqing's mouth with her hand.

"Stop talking, can't I just get up and exercise?"