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

"What reaction?" Su Youzi asked, puzzled.

"What kind of reaction can a man have? Give me back my phone." Duan Xingye took back his phone with a sour face.

"Huh?" Su Youzi was puzzled.

This person is so emotional! Their mood changes in an instant.

Duan Xingye asked, "Are you full?"

Su Youzi nodded.

"Hurry up and get ready, I'm so sleepy." Duan Xingye carried the plate to the kitchen counter.

Su Youzi suddenly understood.

Oh, looks like it's trying to sleep.

She stood up and helped clear the table of dishes.

The two were busy in the kitchen, neither of them speaking.

Duan Xingye couldn't hold back and asked, "How long does it take you to do your makeup in the morning?"

"About an hour." Su Youzi found his question intriguing. "Want to learn?"

"Hmph, why would I learn this?"

"All the boys wore makeup. Xia Jingchu, Huo Jia, and Li Bingcheng all wore makeup."

"Oh, so your brothers have all turned into beauties." Duan Xingye's tone was a little sour.

Su Youzi was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Hahahaha," her laughter was crisp and melodious, like a string of silver bells echoing in the kitchen.

"I read an article that analyzed why men prefer women to call them 'brother,' which not only highlights their masculine charm and protective instincts, but also subtly satisfies their deep-seated self-esteem and sense of accomplishment. A single 'brother' is enough to make a man's heart flutter."

"As it turns out, this tactic works quite well."

Duan Xingye snorted coldly, "Then why don't you call me brother?"

Su Youzi couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hahaha, I'm not planning on seducing you."

"Why?" Duan Xingye put down his cutlery and flicked the foam in his hand onto her face.

"What are you doing?" Su Youzi exclaimed softly. She wiped her face with her hand and glared at him, pretending to be angry.

Unwilling to admit defeat, she reached out and scraped the foam from his hand, then quickly stood on tiptoe and smeared the foam onto Duan Xingye's face.

"Hahaha, let's see if you dare to do it again!" Su Youzi laughed triumphantly as she looked at his face covered in foam.

Duan Xingye was stunned for a moment, then laughed, his smile carrying a hint of helplessness and doting.

He wiped the foam off his face with his fingers, deliberately putting on a serious expression: "You're playing with fire."

Su Youzi raised her chin, put her hands on her hips, and said, "You started the fire first."

Duan Xingye smiled, then pressed the dish soap and quickly lathered it in his hands.

The two chased each other in the kitchen, splashing a lot of foam on the floor. Su Youzi stepped on a puddle of foam and lost her balance.

Duan Xingye reacted quickly and reached out to grab her.

But their hands were covered in foam, which was slippery, and they couldn't hold on, so Su Youzi still fell on her bottom.

"Ouch~"

"Did you hurt yourself?" Duan Xingye immediately squatted down, his eyes full of concern.

Su Youzi's eyes flickered, and suddenly she smeared all the foam in her hand onto his face, "Hahahaha!"

Duan Xingye shook his head with a helpless smile, "Judging from your appearance, you didn't hurt yourself."

"It hurts!" Su Youzi frowned and retorted angrily, "It hurts so much!"

Duan Xingye gently helped her up. "Does it really hurt? Come on, I'll carry you to the hospital."

"No need, I'm not that delicate." Su Youzi couldn't help but burst into laughter again at his comical appearance with his face covered in foam.

"Are you really alright? Did you break any bones?" Duan Xingye was very worried, his brows furrowed, unable to smile at all.

Su Youzi shook her head, her smile gradually fading.

"It's okay, really it's okay. I just fell, it's not that serious."

Duan Xingye was still worried: "Sit down and rest first. If you feel unwell later, be sure to tell me."

Su Youzi nodded.

"I'll clean up the kitchen first."

Duan Xingye picked up the mop and started mopping the floor. His movements were extremely clumsy, but they revealed a serious attitude.

Su Youzi clung to the back of the chair, observing and directing at the same time: "Over there, yes, a little more to the left."

"No, you need to lower the mop head a little and scrub harder," she continued to instruct.

Duan Xingye adjusted his movements according to her instructions. Although they were still a bit stiff, they were noticeably better than before.

Under Su Youzi's guidance, the kitchen floor was quickly wiped clean.

"You learn very quickly," Su Youzi praised.

Duan Xingye shrugged. "With Teacher Su's guidance, of course I learn quickly."

When Duan Xingye finished tidying up the kitchen, he turned around and found Su Youzi asleep on the back of a chair.

Her figure appeared exceptionally serene under the soft light.

Duan Xingye stood there, gazing at her with gentle eyes, a strange warmth welling up in his heart.

He took out his phone, pointed it at her, and took several pictures in a row.

Each photo captured her peaceful sleeping posture; Duan Xingye wanted to preserve this beautiful moment.

He tiptoed over and softly called out, "Yuzu."

Su Youzi's thick eyelashes trembled slightly before returning to their steady state.

Duan Xingye gently patted her shoulder, "Youzi, wake up, go back to your room and sleep."

Su Youzi hummed, as if protesting her interrupted sweet dream.

She slowly opened her eyes, looked at him blankly, and said in a breathy voice, "...I fell asleep."

"Does your butt hurt?"

Su Youzi closed her eyes, gently shook her head, and lazily asked, "Is the kitchen ready?"

"I'm all packed up. Let me help you back to your room to sleep," Duan Xingye replied, extending his hand so she could lean on it.

Su Youzi was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open, but she grabbed his arm and got up with her eyes still closed.

She was a little unsteady, so Duan Xingye immediately steadied her and let her lean her weight on him.

He carefully helped her, walking step by step towards her room.

Return to the bedroom.

Su Youzi lay down on the bed and waved to Duan Xingye, "Thank you, goodnight."

"Lie down and cover yourself with the blanket," Duan Xingye gently instructed.

Su Youzi pouted, protesting silently.

But her movements were obedient.

She slowly got out of bed, somewhat reluctant, yet looking exceptionally adorable.

She kicked off her slippers, making a slight sound, then lifted the covers, lay down, pulled the covers up to wrap herself up tightly, and opened her eyes. "All done."

Duan Xingye smiled and said, "Goodnight."

He tiptoed out of the room and closed the door.

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The next day.

Eight twenty.

Lee Byung-sung jogged absentmindedly on the treadmill.

He glanced at the doorway every now and then.

Duan Xingye glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

That guy is probably still dreaming.

...

Su Youzi slowly opened her eyes, her gaze vaguely falling on the clock on the bedside table.

The number 09:18 appeared exceptionally clear in the dim light.

Then he closed his eyes again, trying to escape the new day that had already begun.

He rolled over in bed, groaning.

I can't get enough sleep!

I can't get enough sleep!

She works three jobs a day; even the donkeys in the production team aren't as busy as her.