All the way, Zhou Bingzhu was unusually silent.
Gu Shengyin glanced at Zhou Bingzhu, who seed sowhat off emotionally, wanting to ask him, but considering her current physical condition, she held back.
Forget it.
And so, the two of them returned to Gu Shengyin’s ho in silence.
Back at the house, Zhou Bingzhu only hurriedly said, "I’m a bit tired, I’ll wash up and go to sleep first," and went into his room.
Standing behind him, Gu Shengyin felt strange but didn’t say much, just let out a soft "hmm."
Her indifferent reaction left Zhou Bingzhu feeling a bit blocked in his heart.
He lay in bed after the shower.
No cold air crept into his limbs and bones; the warm blanket made Zhou Bingzhu feel very comfortable.
On normal days, he would fall asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow.
But tonight, he was sleepless.
There was a question in his heart.
Zhou Bingzhu was not an ignorant boy.
Although he had never experienced real passion, he had probably seen more relationships than most people.
He might have a better understanding of romantic relationships than the average person.
It was precisely because of this that, after blurting out those words, he imdiately realized sothing within himself that he had never noticed before.
Since when... did he start having unusual thoughts about Jiang Lan?
Whether it was the words he blurted out or his instinctive reaction of guilt and confusion afterward, they all indicated that he cared about Jiang Lan in a way that wasn’t ordinary.
Why did he have these unusual thoughts about Jiang Lan?
Zhou Bingzhu pondered silently, in the two weeks they had been together, there was never any intimate gesture.
If he were to compare it with how he usually interacted with others, his relationship with Jiang Lan could be considered cold.
Jiang Lan didn’t treat him well; she only took him in because she accepted the money, so she felt responsible for him.
If anyone else treated the Second Young Master Zhou that way, he would never willingly engage with them, out of pride.
But Jiang Lan was different.
Jiang Lan wasn’t intentionally an to him; it was just her nature.
She was indifferent to everyone in the sa way.
A person like that is undoubtedly better than a hypocrite who smiles superficially yet has emptiness in their eyes.
...
Only then did Zhou Bingzhu realize he had subconsciously made so many excuses for Jiang Lan.
Why was Jiang Lan worth all of this from him?
The Second Young Master reached out a hand to block the sowhat glaring light above, pondering silently.
Of course, he couldn’t co up with an answer.
Emotions are such things, they always arise without knowing why.
The Second Young Master turned a few tis under the covers and finally got up.
The sound of a TV program murmured from the living room; he pulled the door open, and sure enough, Gu Shengyin was sitting on the sofa in her loungewear watching TV.
The makeup on her face had been washed clean, leaving her face looking simple and natural.
Not sure if it was because he had just realized his feelings, but Zhou Bingzhu found her natural look more beautiful than when she wore exquisite makeup.
"Weren’t you going to sleep?" Gu Shengyin asked.
Zhou Bingzhu ca up with an excuse offhandedly, "I wasn’t sleepy after the shower."
Gu Shengyin said no more, and Zhou Bingzhu sat down on the sofa beside her.
Gu Shengyin was watching TV, and Zhou Bingzhu was watching her.
It was the first ti he had seriously looked at Gu Shengyin like this.
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