Because of this, she carefully tidied up the entire room, and at a glance, one could see the efforts of the hostess. For instance, the carefully chosen floral curtains, the small potted plant on the desk, and a pair of peach heart-shaped throw pillows.
Sheets, duvet covers, pillows, curtains, and even the floor—all were in the same color scheme, with a notably sturdy plain base color and just a hint of little flowers at the edges, giving a sensation of being warmly bathed in sunlight. All other preparations were also exceedingly well done.
Upon entering, the slippers were already ready on the floor. Jian Anning asked attentively, "Zexiao, would you like to rest first, or perhaps you’d like some water, or would you prefer to take a bath?"
Yu Zexiao looked at her and saw her eyes were full of tenderness. Not only that, her gestures were incredibly considerate, a stark contrast to her previous, rigid demeanor.
Looking around the room, he could feel her meticulousness and effort.
——There was no helping it, the pressure was immense. Since she had fallen for a heartthrob, competing with numerous fans for his affection, she had to try harder. Moreover, having just tasted sweetness, naturally, her attitude softened.
Seeing her smile made Yu Zexiao’s heart ache even more. She liked him, of which he was now certain. But could this liking replace "that man" in her heart?
No, replacing was nothing. If he couldn’t occupy her heart entirely, merely being a bit more than "that man," what was the point?
Unconsciously, Yu Zexiao’s expectations of Jian Anning had evolved beyond simply wanting to "sleep with her every day." He wanted to introduce her to his family, to walk in the sunlight with her hand in hand, to invade her innermost thoughts, to meet her family, to understand her past and present—to have her heart, where he would be the only one forever!
However, this emotionally underdeveloped man didn’t know how to express himself. He only knew that he craved to see her every day but was also terrified of seeing her daily. Whenever he saw her, he would think about how tenderly she treated him, how she allowed him to toss and turn at will, just like a man in the past, who must have enjoyed all the same!
Having studied in the United States, he was naturally aware that the culture in North America was just like that. Someone like Jian Anning, who had only ever had one boyfriend, wasn’t considered very open by those standards, but rather quite conservative. Yet, it was this conservatism that proved how deeply she had cared for her "ex-boyfriend."
It was a veritable dead end, but the emotionally unintelligent Yu Zexiao was trapped in it. At that moment, looking into Jian Anning’s bright, sparkling eyes, he actually had the urge—to turn her over and press her down on the freshly made bed, to "dominate" her fiercely, but when he thought of her "ex-boyfriend," he instantly lost interest.
"I’m going to take a shower."
"Okay, I’ll adjust the water temperature for you." Jian Anning knew he had to film at five in the morning and it was already ten o’clock, so he needed to quickly take a bath and settle down to rest. She asked, "Do you have filming tomorrow? Do you want some coffee, tea, or perhaps juice? I’ll prepare it early tomorrow and bring it to the set for you."