Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 380 Are You Coming Home With Me?

Han Zhou was pleased that Wang Lengqiu could lock the door so easily, but he felt uneasy when she stood silently by the bed staring at him after entering.

He was just wondering whether it would be Zhong Yin or Xiao Xiaoxiao knocking on the door, and never expected it would be Wang Lengqiu.

It's one thing for others, but what's this guy doing coming to see me in the middle of the night?
Fortunately, he was used to the process. After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively asked, "Um... you don't have something you want to tell me, do you?"

Wang Lengqiu nodded slightly.

"Does it matter?" Han Zhou asked.

"I do not know."

"do not know?"

"do not know."

"Okay, then it seems quite important..." Han Zhou sighed. "Let's sit down and talk."

"Where should we sit?" Wang Lengqiu asked.

"Let's just sit on the bed, there's nowhere else to sit."

"Thank you."

Wang Lengqiu thanked him softly, and without being polite, sat down in a seat near Han Zhou.

Seemingly a little chilled, she covered her mouth and coughed softly a few times, then tightened her down jacket around her neck.

It must be said that this girl has a special charm; even such a simple action gives people a feeling of pity and tenderness.

"Do you have a cold?" Han Zhou asked with concern.

"A little."

It seems this senior isn't feeling well... Han Zhou thought to himself.

Everyone else came in their pajamas and didn't seem to feel cold, but Wang Lengqiu came in a down jacket and was the first to catch a cold.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Wang Lengqiu is too thin, the kind of person who could be blown away by the wind. Compared to normal people, she is indeed more prone to illness.

Gathering his thoughts, he reminded him, "I brought some cold medicine, it's in the bag on the table. Take some with you when you leave."

"Thank you."

Wang Lengqiu thanked him softly, but showed no intention of getting up, and it was unclear whether she had taken his words to heart.

Han Zhou was already used to Wang Lengqiu's style, so he didn't mind and went straight to the point: "Senior Wang Lengqiu, what do you want to say to me?"

Not only him, but also Guzheng Mo Yixia under the quilt, as well as Zhong Ling and Ouyang Lianyu in the closet, were all very concerned about this issue at this moment.

What exactly is the relationship between Wang Lengqiu and Han Zhou? Only Wang Lengqiu herself probably knows.

However, Wang Lengqiu did not answer. Instead, she stared intently into Han Zhou's eyes and said, word by word, "I am a stick figure now."

There was anticipation hidden in her clear eyes.

The people in the room were stunned, not understanding what he meant.

Only Han Zhou knew that, according to his previous agreement with Wang Lengqiu, when she became a stick figure like him, the two could interact normally.

Of course, even today, he still doesn't know what Wang Lengqiu meant by "stick figure," nor does he know why the other party insists on calling him a stick figure.

"So...so?" he asked tentatively.

After a moment of silence, Wang Lengqiu seemed to breathe a slight sigh of relief: "What you said is true."

Her face was expressionless, but the gentle light in her eyes suggested that she was in a good mood.

What is real?

Han Zhou was confused. Wang Lengqiu didn't seem to want to answer him properly, always giving irrelevant answers, and it was unclear whether she was doing it on purpose.

"Thank you."

Wang Lengqiu got out of bed, walked to the table, took out some cold medicine from her bag, took two pills as instructed, put the bottle back in its place, thanked them again, and turned to leave.

Han Zhou was stunned. Didn't he have something to say to him? Is that all?
After thinking for a moment, he said with a strange expression, "You came all this way just to tell me you're already a stick figure?"

"Ah."

"Is this what you wanted to say?" "Yes."

Wang Lengqiu's reply was quite brief: "I'm leaving. Thank you for the medicine."

"Wait!" Han Zhou quickly called out to her.

Wang Lengqiu stopped and turned to look at him.

"I heard you have a childhood photo with someone," Han Zhou hesitated for a moment before probing, "It's a photo with a boy you're close to... right?"

“Yes,” Wang Lengqiu answered without hesitation. “I ask my grandfather to keep many important things safe for me.”

"So that photo is also important?"

"Yes, it's very important."

Han Zhou stared at Wang Lengqiu for a while, then hesitated and said, "If there's a chance, could you let me see that photo?"

Wang Lengqiu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"of course can."

As expected, Wang Lengqiu was quite easy to talk to...

Han Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. Once he could see the photos, he could confirm whether he had really met Wang Lengqiu when he was a child. He had thought that Wang Mengqiu would not refuse, but he did not expect her to agree so readily.

Just then, Wang Lengqiu continued, "Do you want to come home with me?"

"Go home?" Han Zhou was taken aback.

Wang Mengqiu tilted her head, seemingly puzzled: "The photos are in my hometown. If you want to see them, won't you come home with me?"

The way this girl thinks seems a bit different from normal people... Everyone in the room thought in unison.

Han Zhou asked in confusion, "Can't you bring the photos to school?"

"No, that's something important. It won't get lost if we keep it with Grandpa."

Wang Lengqiu answered seriously, lowered her head, and her tone became somewhat dejected, "Qiuqiu was lost because she was with me."

Han Zhou knew that Qiuqiu was the white Pomeranian that Wang Lengqiu held in her arms when they first met. It had been lost at the zoo not long ago. He heard that she had searched for Qiuqiu alone near the zoo for a long time, but she was unable to find it.

Looking at the girl's sad expression, Han Zhou was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to comfort her. He could only change the subject and say, "It's okay, you don't have to bring the photos out. You can just take a picture with your phone and send it to me."

Wang Lengqiu was silent for a moment, then said dejectedly, "Don't you want to come home with me? My grandfather is a very nice man, he won't be unwelcome to you."

"That's not what I meant. I've just been too busy lately and might not be able to find time to go home with you..."

Han Zhou gave an awkward smile. He just wanted to look at the photos, how did it become that he was going home with Wang Lengqiu?

“It’s okay,” Wang Lengqiu said earnestly. “I haven’t been able to find time to go home lately either. We’ll go back together when you have time.”

Can I say that I've never had the time...?

Han Zhou had a bit of a headache and asked cautiously, "Can't you really take a picture and send it to me?"

"can."

Han Zhou's eyes lit up, but before he could get excited, he heard Wang Lengqiu continue, "But if no one is with me, I don't dare to go home."

Han Zhou was taken aback.

The air fell silent instantly.

Raindrops pounded against the window, and lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the girl's expressionless face.

Is she crying?

Han Zhou's back was a little itchy, and Mo Yixia wrote words on his back, asking about Wang Lengqiu's condition.

"Do not."

Han Zhou replied in her palm.

"I don't know what kind of expression that was."

(End of this chapter)