Because of his words, she was at a loss as to what to do, shyly holding her red face with both hands. But Wen Yiran moved his position towards her little by little, wanting to get closer to her, or to hold her.

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He stretched out his hand to hug her, but his hand "hesitated" on her shoulder for a long time. He began to turn his head to look at her secretly, and deliberately lowered his head to look at her red face. She could see him in her peripheral vision.

Smiling and looking at her lovingly, she began to put her hands down and relax as much as possible.

He put his arm around her shoulders. She was startled at first and her eyes widened. Then she looked at his hand on her left shoulder, raised the corners of her mouth, and lowered her head with a smile.

"Can I stay tonight?"

Wen Yiran's words made her heart beat fast. She didn't know how to answer, so she simply kept quiet.

"If not, can I stay here a little longer?"

Wen Yiran looked at Zhang Weimo, who kept his head lowered. He wanted to stay, even for a little longer.

Zhang Weimo nodded, then raised his head and smiled at her. She also wanted to keep him.

The living room was quiet for a while, and then Zhang Weimo said: "How about we watch TV for a while?"

"Okay." Wen Yiran straightened his body and showed an honest smile.

Zhang Weimo picked up the remote control on the coffee table and adjusted the channel. Wen Yiran's face suddenly appeared. It was a talk show he participated in. She put down the remote control and planned to watch the show, but Wen Yiran didn't know what to do.

Rubbing his thighs nervously.

Zhang Weimo looked at the TV screen and couldn't help but laugh: "I can't tell, you also have a sense of humor."

Of course, talk shows are indispensable for their love life. When the host asked about the ideal type, Wen Yiran's answer at that time was: "Gentle, family-oriented, and filial."

"Oh, don't look at it. These were all interviews from a long time ago." Wen Yiran was a little ashamed and didn't look at the TV screen during the whole process. He wanted to pick up the remote control to change the channel, but seeing how interested she was, he still couldn't.

Not replaced.

"So what is your ideal type now?" Zhang Weimo suddenly turned her head and looked at him and said, her face came closer to look at him, her face was only five centimeters away from his chest.

Wen Yiran said without hesitation: "My ideal type now is you."

Perhaps because of his love words, Zhang Weimo turned away leisurely, but his heart was filled with joy, and after hearing this, he also began to feel shy.

After the talk show ended, it suddenly started raining heavily outside the window. Zhang Weimo picked up her phone and saw that it was already 10:30 in the evening. She had to go to class tomorrow. Normally she would have been in bed at this time.

Zhang Weimo looked at him: "It's raining so heavily now, so you'd better not go back to the hotel and go to the apartment."

"Well, okay." Wen Yiran reluctantly stood up and looked back five times in the mere ten meters from the living room to the entrance.

After the door closed, Zhang Weimo was just about to get up and wash up when the doorbell rang again, so she had to run over and open the door.

Hearing Yiran turned back again, Zhang Weimo asked: "What's wrong?"

"I...I didn't bring the key with me. I was in a hurry before." Wen Yiran answered hesitantly, with eyes like a child who was afraid of being criticized.

Zhang Weimo touched his nose and smiled: "Come in."

"It's too late now. It's not a good idea to ask Brother Kai to send me here. If he knows I'm here, he'll have to skin me."

Wen Yiran was afraid of his agent, but he also exaggerated. In fact, he just wanted to find a reason to stay.

"You... why don't you stay here tonight?" Perhaps because of nervousness, Zhang Weimo was a little reluctant and gave way to him.

"I'm going to wash up first. I have to get up early tomorrow." After saying that, Zhang Weimo trotted to the bathroom, leaving only Wen Yiran in the living room.

He sat on the sofa, rubbing his thighs from time to time, pursing his mouth, and shaking his legs in confusion.

After a while, the bathroom door opened and she put on her cartoon pajamas: "You should go and wash up too."

Wen Yiran obediently got up and walked to the bathroom. After taking a bath, he realized that there was no change of clothes for him, but the clothes he changed were already wet.

"Mo, Mo..."

There was a shout from the bathroom, and Zhang Weimo hesitated for a while before confirming that he was calling him.

"What's wrong?"

"How can I get out if I don't have any clothes?"

"oh…"

Zhang Weimo paused, then went to the room and brought an unused bathrobe that he bought some time ago and said, "Open a small slit."

Wen Yiran reached out and took the bathrobe. He came out a minute later. There was still water dripping on his hair. He didn't know whether it was sweat or water on his collarbone. Zhang Weimo looked at him in a trance, and then he felt shy.

Turn around.

His voice came from behind Zhang Weimo: "Can the washing machine be used? I want to wash the clothes and wear them tomorrow."

"Can."

She helped him get the clothes hanger in advance, placed it next to the sink in the bathroom, and then returned to the bedroom. She originally wanted to wait for him to finish washing the clothes and tell him where she would sleep, but she fell asleep tiredly.

He walked in quietly and saw her sleeping soundly. He couldn't help but kiss her forehead, then returned to the sofa in the living room and fell asleep.

At dawn, Zhang Weimo's sleeping position spread out in front of her eyes and her extremely messy hair revealed how uncomfortable she was sleeping at night. When the alarm clock rang, she sat up suddenly, brushed the messy hair away from her eyes, and did not wake up.

He staggered to the living room and yawned.
Chapter completed!