I don't care about dating reality shows or the entertainment industry!

"it is good."

Duan Xingye replied quickly, "I'll make pan-fried scallops with pea puree tomorrow night."

Su Youzi rolled her eyes.

They even ordered some dishes.

She said impatiently, "Fine, I'll do it tomorrow night."

A sly glint appeared in her eyes. "However, it won't be until after 1 a.m.

"can."

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Su Youzi asked speechlessly.

"You don't have to sleep."

Su Youzi pouted, looking deflated.

Duan Xingye thought for a moment, "Never mind, I still need to go to sleep, 12 o'clock then."

Su Youzi shook her head, "No, I'm busy."

Duan Xingye stared intently at her, then sneered.

"What can happen to you?"

"It's none of your business. It's one in the morning. If you don't want to, then so be it."

"I am willing."

Depend on!

The voice had a slightly bewitching quality, and Su Youzi couldn't help but linger her gaze on his face.

His nose and lips formed an extremely handsome profile, along with eyes as deep as the night sky.

No wonder Xue Lingmiao was infatuated with him.

"Is there something on my face?" Duan Xingye's lips curled up.

Su Youzi's cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked away, cleared her throat, and changed the subject.

"I remember your car accident was pretty serious. What, you gave up being a race car driver and became a celebrity instead?"

"You even know about car accidents?" Duan Xingye looked at her with great interest.

"Headline news, even if you're not interested, will still be pushed to you."

"Just a moderate concussion."

Su Youzi glanced at him speechlessly, "That's all? If my son wanted to race, I would definitely break his legs."

Duan Xingye lowered his head and smiled, "Want to be my mom? My dad has high standards."

"Tch, no need to reply randomly after reading. What does it have to do with me whether you race or not? I just saw your fans watching the video of your car accident and crying their eyes out."

Duan Xingye remained silent for a long while.

Racing is the beacon of his dreams, an inextinguishable flame deep within his soul.

By choosing racing as his career path, he has wronged his family the most.

My mother, in particular, has never been to the stadium to watch her own matches over the years. Instead, she watches TV until the match is over before turning it on.

I don't care what place he got, I just care that he's safe.

Seeing his complicated expression, Su Youzi realized that she had probably touched a sore spot.

She felt a little guilty, pursed her lips, and got up, clearing away the plates with gentler movements.

Duan Xingye raised his eyes and teased, "You're cleaning up by yourself?"

He's being lazy again, and Su Youzi felt like she'd worried for nothing.

"Dream on. You go wash the dishes, I'll wipe the table." There was a hint of command in his tone.

Duan Xingye smiled and took the plate from her hand.

Su Youzi's lips unconsciously curled up as she picked up a rag and wiped the table.

During her time in the cabin, she will definitely continue to maintain her "small appetite" persona.

If she doesn't eat late-night snacks, she'll really starve herself to death.

Since a late-night snack is a must, it's good to have someone do the dishes.

What's more, watching him eat with such a handsome face is pleasing to the eye and a pleasure to the eye.

If he were mute, that would be even better.

Duan Xingye, while washing the dishes, asked, "Who did you give your Heart Crystal to?"

"We'll find out tomorrow," Su Youzi said without looking up.

"Oh."

"And what about you, Lu Jiayi?"

"So curious?"

"Aren't you curious? Which female guest are you interested in? I can help you out."

Duan Xingye gave a cold laugh.

"Come on, based on your performance today, I doubt any female guest would want to befriend you."

"That's true." Su Youzi nodded, then checked the pot he had washed and said disdainfully, "You didn't wash it clean."

"You wash it." Duan Xingye handed her the pot.

"No, I hate washing dishes."

"I hate washing dishes too."

"I made noodles, I'm so tired." Su Youzi took a step back, put her hands on her hips, and directed, "Rinse it with warm water, then squeeze some dish soap on it and scrub it again, then rinse it with water, and it'll be fine."

"Fine, since I ate your noodles." Duan Xingye turned on the warm water, his head hanging low, and shook his head with a smile.

“Exactly, exactly.” Su Youzi nodded vigorously.

Duan Xingye smiled and suddenly realized that having his hands covered in dish soap wasn't so bad after all.

Su Youzi put her hands behind her back and inspected the kitchen like a leader.

It was neatly tidied up, and there were no signs of use.

She nodded with satisfaction.

"You can go back now, I'll take out the trash."

"Good night." Duan Xingye washed his hands and turned to leave.

Su Youzi tied a knot in the trash bag, picked it up, and looked at the dark corridor. She felt a little scared and regretted saying those words.

She swallowed hard, turned on the light in her makeup mirror, and the dim light shone into the hallway.

Suddenly, a beam of light shone from behind, illuminating the path ahead of her.

Su Youzi turned around in surprise and saw Duan Xingye standing behind her, his phone flashlight on, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Thank you."

As soon as Su Youzi finished speaking, a hand snatched the trash bag from her hand.

"So timid?" Duan Xingye smiled, looking down.

Although his tone was a bit rude, Su Youzi still felt somewhat at ease.

The two walked together toward the trash can.

"Didn't you go back?" Su Youzi asked, looking up.

"I'm afraid you'll cry." Duan Xingye replied cheekily, a cynical smile on his lips. "After all, you're portrayed as a delicate person."

Su Youzi rolled her eyes, but couldn't help laughing: "Yeah, I got scared as soon as the door opened."

"It's my fault for not being a gentleman; I should have offered to take out the trash," Duan Xingye said, feigning remorse as if he were seriously reflecting on his actions.

Su Youzi smiled, pursing her lips, "Yeah, I'm angry. I was planning to throw the trash in your room."

"I just realized I'd gone astray and started carrying Princess Su's trash." Duan Xingye raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

They walked to the trash can while arguing.

Duan Xingye easily threw the garbage bag into the trash can.

"Have you seen today's trending topics?" Su Youzi asked curiously.

"No, what's there to see?"

"Then why do you bring your phone? You can't use it during the live stream."

"Contacting the racing team, and playing games."

"I'm envious." Su Youzi sighed. It's true that different people have different fates. She snorted and said, "I wonder if I'm the only one who can't bring my phone."

“No, I’m the only one with special privileges,” Duan Xingye said matter-of-factly.

"What, do you have relatives in the production company?" Su Youzi teased.

"Princess Su is so clever."

Su Youzi chuckled twice, her expression showing a hint of disdain.

"Princess, please." Duan Xingye pushed open the door at the entrance of the cottage and gestured for her to enter.

His phone kept the light on as he escorted Su Youzi back to her room, smiling as he said, "Goodnight, the spaghetti bolognese was delicious."

Su Youzi smiled knowingly and waved to him, "Good night."

Duan Xingye turned and walked to the third floor. After returning to his room, he opened Weibo.

The majority of trending topics were related to dating reality shows.

Duan Xingye's smile gradually faded, and Su Youzi's name became a trending topic for negative reasons.

He frowned slightly.

Although black and red are still red, there are clearly better options.

Why did she do that?