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A month passed quickly from the day when he was nervous and flustered at the beginning to getting used to it later. Zhou Qifeng found that he and Su Lin were in abnormal harmony on the bed.

Sometimes, Su Lin will take the initiative to paste up Zhou Qifeng's actions without any words and eyes from Zhou Qifeng.

As a result, Zhou Qifeng always thought when he fell asleep holding Su Lin in his arms that he should be tied with money at the first sight.

It's getting colder and colder at the end of September. Su Lin wants to go back to school to get some winter clothes.

He sat cross legged on the bed, listened to the radio, organized the words, and waited for Zhou Qifeng to come out.

To be ashamed, he has been staying at Zhou Qifeng's house for a month, eating, living and sleeping with him every day.

If he didn't always receive 10000 yuan the next day after fulfilling the contract, he would really have the illusion that he and Zhou Qifeng were actually in love.

This kind of illusion is terrible. Su Lin warned himself in such a low voice.

Today's workload is very heavy. After returning home, Zhou Qifeng went to his study to deal with his work. He didn't come back to his bedroom until about nine o'clock to get clothes and take a bath.

He took a bath very fast. Su Lin listened to the bathroom with his ears on his side. As soon as he heard the door open, he sat up straight and tried to pretend to be careless.

To be honest, this is not the first time that he asked Zhou Qifeng to go back to live, but Zhou Qifeng did not agree, and every time he pressed him to do it.

Several times he bit his neck red, forcing him to put on a turtleneck ahead of time.

The next day is the National Day holiday, Su Lin plans to excuse himself to go back to see her grandmother.

"Blow my hair." Zhou Qifeng came out and sat down beside Su Lin, his wet hair threw him all over the water.

Su Lin didn't say a word, took out the hair dryer, knelt down on the bed to blow Zhou Qifeng's hair.

Zhou Qifeng was really tired. His upright shoulder collapsed. He closed his eyes and leaned against Su Lin behind him.

Su Lin's hair blowing action is very light, coupled with the wind blowing from the hair dryer, Zhou Qifeng actually fell asleep like this.

"Zhou Qifeng, Zhou Qifeng, wake up and lie down to sleep."

Zhou Qifeng opens his eyes and finds that he is so tired that he lies on Su Lin's leg. Su Lin is holding a hair dryer and looks at a loss.

"Are you going to bed?" Su Lin put the hair dryer on the side, "if you want to sleep, get up and drill into the quilt. Don't sleep here. You'll catch cold."

Zhou Qifeng has been in a bad mood by his father these days, and his workload has been aggravated.

He has never been the type who will complain to others. He can only carry things by himself.

Because he was afraid of hurting Su Lin, who lived with him, he didn't even dare to show his abnormality in front of Su Lin.

He hasn't chased people to his hand, so he can't leave a bad impression in Su Lin's heart.

"You can't lie on the bed without a quilt because you are in good health. I just heard the radio program, and it will cool down tonight. If you want to sleep, lie down in the quilt and get up quickly. I can't move you!"

Su Lin is still whispering at him, trying to move him for two times. He finds that he can't move, and he also gives up his hand in some embarrassment.

Zhou Qifeng lay on his thigh and looked at it. He suddenly turned over, hugged Su Lin's waist and buried his face in his stomach.

"Su Lin."

"Well?"

"When will you like me?"

Zhou Qifeng's sigh is hardly audible, but it echoes in Su Lin's heart.