You Mingxu, in a half-asleep daze, felt an itch on her face as if a breeze was blowing, carrying a faint familiar scent of mint toothpaste.
With a start, she opened her eyes to find an oversized handsome face hovering right in front of her.
You Mingxu was about to lose it!
Yin Feng—this 1.8-meter-tall, 29-year-old man—had actually pulled up a tiny stool and sat by her bedside, beaming with delight. Blinking his large eyes and puckering his lips, he was blowing air onto her face.
You Mingxu shot a dark glare past him at the wide-open bedroom door. No doubt he had picked the lock again. This former renowned writer seemed skilled at unlocking anything. What kind of bizarre person was he, really?
"Get out!"
The door slammed shut with a bang. Yin Feng stood outside, rubbing his nose, the small stool still in hand. He couldn’t understand why You Mingxu disliked his wake-up calls. After a moment’s thought, it dawned on him, and he lowered his head with a soft chuckle.
Little lazy pig, he thought to himself.
You Mingxu, a seasoned and assertive woman, had no idea the person outside had drawn such an adorable conclusion about her. With an irritated expression, she dressed neatly in her police uniform, pulled the door open, and strode straight to the bathroom.
By the time she emerged, refreshed and slightly calmer, she noticed breakfast on the table and the man sitting obediently beside it. She walked over and sat down, asking, "Where did the breakfast come from?"
Yin Feng replied, "Chen Feng brought it."
You Mingxu didn’t stand on ceremony. She picked up the soy milk and took a sip, then bit into a fried dough stick. "Where is he?"
Yin Feng looked slightly uncomfortable, his gaze dropping to the table. "Waiting outside."
You Mingxu noticed but said nothing, quickly finishing her meal. Yin Feng, in contrast, ate with refined manners, unhurried. She recalled how in Tibet, he had wolfed down a sausage ravenously and thought that, after all, he still resembled his past self somewhat.
"You should get going now, right?" You Mingxu asked.
Yin Feng’s expression instantly changed, and he lowered his head to sip his soy milk.
You Mingxu added, "Since Chen Feng is here too, we can head out together after eating."
He stood up, his face actually flushing a little. Staring at the balcony with feigned composure, he declared, "I think the view there is quite nice. I’ve decided to go admire it."
You Mingxu watched as he opened the balcony door and stepped out. Her apartment was old, surrounded by tall buildings blocking the scenery, and she wondered what kind of view he expected to find amidst the concrete jungle. She wasn’t blind—she could see him secretly pulling out his phone and typing.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, the doorbell rang politely.
You Mingxu opened the door expressionlessly. Chen Feng, though an assistant, was dressed as impeccably as ever—a sleek, sophisticated professional in a suit without a tie. Adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses, he smiled and said, "Good morning, Miss You. How was the breakfast? I hope Teacher Yin didn’t disturb your rest? May I come in?"
It’s hard to hit a smiling face, and besides, You Mingxu never bothered with pointless arguments. She let him in.Chen Feng sat down at the desk and also noticed Yin Feng standing as straight as a wooden stake on the balcony. The man's expression remained steady and unruffled, as if he hadn't seen his boss acting foolishly early in the morning. With a kindly attitude, he said, "Miss You, as you can see, this is Teacher Yin's current condition. I hope you can take him in for a while. Once he recovers, he will naturally leave. Given his broad-mindedness and wisdom, he will surely be very grateful for your care during this period in the future."
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