In the end, it was naturally Cheng Zhu who took the lead in washing up, followed by Hu Yan, who dragged herself to do the same.
As usual, Cheng Zhu was quick in his routine, while she took her time.
Several minutes later, when she changed into her pajamas and came out, the scene before her once again made the female illustrator blush furiously.
Cheng Zhu was holding a hairdryer, continuously aiming it to create a drying effect.
"We can’t sleep comfortably at night ," Cheng Zhu said.
"Boss, let me do it," Hu Yan offered to take over.
After all, it was her responsibility to clean up the "mess" she had left behind.
It was rather embarrassing for her to watch her sugar daddy wielding the hairdryer.
"Sure," Cheng Zhu didn’t mind a break: "I’ll go have some water."
He went to the living room for a drink while Hu Yan held the hairdryer, somewhat distracted.
The scene before her was truly like a... ink-wash painting?
Have you ever seen a master painter at work, splashing ink directly onto the canvas?
It had that sort of feel.
After drinking half a glass of water in the living room, Cheng Zhu poured a glass for Hu Yan as well.
The slightly plump fox was seriously dehydrated; she was the one who needed water the most.
There’s a sweet little phrase that goes:
"Do you like drinking water?
If you do, then you already like 70% of me."
This phrase plays on the fact that "water makes up 70% of the human body."
Cheng Zhu, on the other hand, had a preference for sprinkling water today. It was like celebrating a Water-Sprinkling Festival.
Once they were back in bed, based on their previous conversation and understanding, Hu Yan knew that Cheng Zhu would be staying over for the night.
And how could the shy female artist send him away?
She even curiously asked, "Boss, how many days will you be staying in Shanghai?"
"I’ll go back on Sunday," Cheng Zhu said.
It was Friday night now, and he would return to Hang City the day after tomorrow.
The day after that would be Monday, and if he didn’t get back by then, he would miss out on too much.
Monday was his day to show off after all.
Hu Yan nodded slightly to his response.
She knew Cheng Zhu would definitely return to Hang City.
But the problem was, if he left today, or woke up and left tomorrow morning, she was sure to feel a wave of negative emotions.
After all, the initial experience of love was different.
As the night deepened, the heavy rain gradually turned into a light drizzle.
The two lay together, chatting off and on.
"I’ll come to Shanghai often," Cheng Zhu told her.
As his business grew, he would frequently visit Shanghai.
For him, everything that happened today gave him another reason to visit Shanghai.
In the future, when he came here, it wouldn’t just be for work; he would also have leisure time.
The next day, Cheng Zhu was awakened by a phone call from Shen Minglang.
Hu Yan’s biological clock was unlike that of most people; she tended to be more inspired to draw late at night, so she had the habit of sleeping from 3 to 4 AM, then sleeping until noon or even afternoon.
The long night led to a bit of a romp again.
This woman had a wealth of theoretical knowledge, and now with practical experience, her progress could be described as rapid.
Furthermore, she had an intimate understanding of Cheng Zhu’s personal XP.
Towards the end, Cheng Zhu felt that his elite forces were about to turn into a water army.
Her tactics were outrageously effective!
Picking up the phone, one hand holding the mobile, Cheng Zhu frowned and rubbed his forehead.
Having written "Fox Hunting Chronicles" all night, he was still tired and hadn’t fully woken up.
"Hello," he said into the phone.
"Cousin, you’re still not up this late?"
"I went to bed late last night," Cheng Zhu replied.
"I understand, business socializing, right? Did you drink too much?" Shen Minglang started to imagine things: "I told you, you should take me with you next time. You know how I can hold my liquor."
"I’ve met with the last supplier in Yun Province. Ningning and I plan to head back to Hang City this afternoon," Shen Minglang went on about his own affairs.
"Okay, it has been a tough trip," Cheng Zhu knew he was going back to wait for Monday.
"Cousin, when will you be coming back?"
"I guess tomorrow afternoon," Cheng Zhu looked down at the plump female illustrator beside him and said.
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Zhu couldn’t go back to sleep.
Because he was hungry.
It was already eleven o’clock; he hadn’t had breakfast, and had been sleeping. Plus, last night’s activities had resulted in a growling stomach.
He couldn’t sleep at all when he was hungry.
So, Cheng Zhu simply got up.
But, Hu Yan was asleep like the dead; when he got out of bed making some noise, she only let out a sleepy murmur.
After a quick wash, Cheng Zhu crouched beside the bed and whispered, "You sleep a bit more; I’m going downstairs to buy something to eat."
"Mm, okay," Hu Yan responded half-asleep.
It wasn’t until she heard the sound of the door closing, indicating that Cheng Zhu had left, that she suddenly became fully awake.
Cheng Zhu found a small restaurant nearby that served local Shanghai cuisine on his way downstairs.
Shanghai cuisine is mostly sweet, with sugar added to the dishes.
He was accustomed to it, but some people really couldn’t get used to Shanghai cuisine.
As he waited for his food to be packed, his phone vibrated.
Cheng Zhu hadn’t expected a WeChat message from Hu Yan.
"Boss, could you pick up some things on the way back?" she asked.
"What do you need?" Cheng Zhu typed.
"Well, there’s a pharmacy right across from the residential area..." Hu Yan sent this message.
"Understood. I’ll pick it up in a bit," Cheng Zhu knew what she wanted him to buy.
At the pharmacy, purchasing emergency contraception, Cheng Zhu noticed the shop was quite busy; six or seven people were inside when he entered.
Perhaps it was also because the small pharmacy had a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.
With that thought, an idea popped into his head.
"Hu Yan gets nervous around lots of people, and ends up in another state. If she came to buy the medication herself, she would probably be blushing all over, right?"
An innate outdoor shame saint, terrifying indeed!
To be precise, many boys would probably also find it embarrassing to buy these things for the first time.
As for him, he had no shame at all; it didn’t bother him at all.
When he returned to Hu Yan’s apartment, she had finished washing up.
This well-fed and voluptuous female illustrator was wearing those thick black glasses, hiding half her face, as if she had laid an additional seal on herself.
Cheng Zhu found it amusing and thought to himself, glasses off, seal released!
"I’m going to check out two shopping districts this afternoon. Do you want to come?" Cheng Zhu asked.
He figured Hu Yan would most likely not go.
"Um, I might not be able to this afternoon, boss, but I can... I can in the evening," Hu Yan replied.
Today, it wasn’t like she was hindered in moving around, but she would feel somewhat uncomfortable if asked to shop in the afternoon.
"Rare for you, willing to go out?"
"I get a bit uncomfortable in crowded places, but it’s not like I can’t go at all," Hu Yan answered.
"Okay, I’ll do my own site visit this afternoon, and we’ll see about going out tonight," Cheng Zhu said: "If we do go out, I can take you to get new glasses."
He had been bothered by her thick lensed glasses for a long time.
"Mm," the female illustrator nodded slightly.
In the afternoon, after Cheng Zhu left, Hu Yan sat on the sofa, opened the pillbox he had bought, and started reading the instructions.
"Please consume within 72 hours," she read the words and fell into thought.
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