Then she saw him become somewhat bashful, half-turning his face away and lowering his head with a smile so wide it nearly reached his ears. Chen Feng was also smiling beside him, looking at You Mingxu with a grateful nod.

You Mingxu thought to herself that this master and servant pair were quite a spectacle—one simple-minded, the other crazy. But thank goodness for an assistant like Chen Feng; otherwise, who knows what kind of life Yin Feng would be living now?

She wondered what the former Yin Feng had been like, to be so capable of winning people over. Even his assistant was someone who could navigate situations with such subtle grace.

Having decided to “live together” with Yin Feng, You Mingxu felt no particular reservations. She lived alone and unencumbered, with nothing in her house that needed hiding. She simply said, “Going to work,” and walked out. Whatever they needed to do, they could handle it themselves.

Chen Feng maintained his cultured demeanor and nodded: “Take care, and have a good day at work.”

Yin Feng almost immediately ran to the doorway. You Mingxu, already at the corner, looked up at him. He just stood there watching, saying nothing, body pressed against the door like a puppy—all that was missing was a wagging tail behind him.

You Mingxu finally raised her hand to wave and said, “Be good.” After a pause, she added, “Wait for me to come back from work.”

He nodded and smiled again, impossibly sweet and pure.

You Mingxu turned away, finally smiling herself.

—

With the authority figure finally gone, the master and servant both inexplicably felt relieved.

Chen Feng said, “I’ll call people in.” Yin Feng nodded.

Chen Feng made several phone calls, and the apartment door was thrown wide open. Moving workers came in and transferred all the miscellaneous items from You Mingxu’s spare room to the empty room next door. Cleaners followed to sanitize and arrange the house.

Then they brought in items purchased yesterday: the world’s top brand of children’s beds, a youth wardrobe, and Yin Feng’s clothes. Under Chen Feng’s direction, everything proceeded smoothly and orderly.

Yin Feng watched for a while before growing bored. The children’s TV programs Chen Feng had turned on for him didn’t interest him much today. Instead, he wandered around the apartment, enthusiastically examining every trace of You Mingxu’s growth and life with careful attention.

Single, living alone, lost her mother, grew up in a single-parent family. Outwardly tough but inwardly gentle, appearing stubborn and experienced, yet actually quite innocent. Strong self-protective instincts.

Somehow, these thoughts just popped into his head.

He didn’t bother analyzing them further, playing in the living room for a while before sneaking into You Mingxu’s bedroom. He’d been here early this morning but had only managed to blow on her face for a minute before being discovered and angrily chased out. Thinking of this, Yin Feng smiled slightly, then looked at the still perfectly squared-off bed, feeling a stirring in his heart.

He stood silently for a moment, closed the door, and then carefully lay down on the bed, experiencing an almost pilgrim-like reverence. The bed still held faint traces of her scent, subtle, fresh, and barely perceptible. He lay there with his eyes closed for a while, his mind replaying her fierce expressions from today that always ended in smiles, and her waving goodbye. Suddenly, something in his chest felt as if it had been gently tugged.

Now, he understood that he was sick, not as clever and capable as before, and a huge trouble. He also knew that they had no relation to each other, and wanting to stay at her home was an unreasonable request.

But she had agreed in the end.

Every time, she would eventually give in to him.

She was… too good, too good. Strong and reliable, yet soft-hearted, and super adorable.

Yin Feng wanted nothing more than to grab her pillow and roll around with it—which he did. After several rolls, he hugged her pillow tightly, wrapping his limbs around it, closed his eyes, and pressed his head against it, immersing himself in this inexplicably sweet and exhilarating feeling, unwilling to leave for a long time.