Si Yiheng couldn't help but pull her into his arms. How could his Baby Yu be so good with words?
He restrained himself, gently rubbing the tip of his nose against Shu Yu's cheek. "Yeah, I'm yours."
Shu Yu was tempted to follow up with: since Si Yiheng is hers, could she sleep with him?
But that thought stayed just a thought.
Si Yiheng said softly, "Baby, I brought you flowers. Want to go see if you like them?"
Hearing that Si Yiheng had bought her flowers, Shu Yu started feeling overjoyed again.
It was the kind of joy that came from knowing he was always thinking of her.
Shu Yu took Si Yiheng's hand, and they went together to see the flowers he had brought. Little Orange had already jumped onto the table where the flowers were placed, rubbing against the sunflowers Si Yiheng had brought.
Shu Yu said, "Gege, Little Orange really likes them."
Si Yiheng pinched the scruff of Little Orange's neck and lifted the cat up. "If you're itchy, take a bath. These aren't for you."
Little Orange: "Meow meow meow!"
Shu Yu gently tapped Si Yiheng's hand. "That's liking, not itching. Gege, don't bully Little Orange."
A hint of a smile touched Si Yiheng's lips. "Oh, so that's Little Orange liking it. Does Baby Yu like it too?"
Shu Yu replied, "I really like it too."
In a good mood, Shu Yu fetched two vases. She divided the flowers Si Yiheng had brought into two bundles and placed them in separate vases.
As Shu Yu arranged the flowers, Si Yiheng stood by and trimmed the excess stems for her.
Shu Yu even gave Little Orange two sunflowers to hold and rub her face against.
Under the warm light, the scene of the two of them and the cat tidying up the flowers together was harmonious, warm, and tranquil, as if the storms outside could never reach their home.
No one would appear to shatter their happiness.
Shu Yu handed one of the finished vases to Si Yiheng. "One for you."
Si Yiheng said, "These are flowers I gave you."
"One for each of us. When you wake up and see them, you'll be happy. We'll both be happy."
Another wave of tenderness washed over Si Yiheng's heart. "Mm."
The two of them carried their own flowers back to their respective rooms.
Iron Egg: [Baby, Baby, strike while the iron is hot! This is such a perfect chance.]
Shu Yu felt a little tempted too. Today's atmosphere really seemed right for making a move—especially since Si Yiheng had seen the post she was looking at yesterday.
Si Yiheng wasn't stupid. He should understand what she meant, right?
Shu Yu went to the bathroom to take a shower first.
When she came out, Iron Egg kept giving her advice.
Iron Egg: [Baby Yu, wear this one—this white nightgown. It's super pure. Si Yiheng definitely won't be able to resist.]
The fabric was especially thin and light, but nothing was exposed—two finger-wide silk ribbons tied into bowknots served as the straps.
Still, if someone had that kind of thought in mind, it was easy to picture things from both the top and the bottom.
Most importantly, Shu Yu would look like a fairy in it, absolutely beautiful.
Iron Egg's good taste had never failed, so Shu Yu chose that dress.
She brought a hairdryer and went to find Si Yiheng.
Si Yiheng had just stepped out of the shower when he saw Shu Yu sitting up straight and proper, her hair still wet, waiting for him. Shu Yu said in a small voice, "Si Yiheng, can you dry my hair for me?"
The white nightgown hugged the curves of Shu Yu's body. The bowknots hung from her pale shoulders, and a few damp spots seeped through her sleepwear, faintly revealing glimpses of snow-white skin.
But Shu Yu looked at him with an expression so innocent it was practically pious.
It made him feel like the one who had learned some indecent tricks was a debauched man.
In that moment, Si Yiheng wanted to ask Dummy / Bean Bun: My baby wife looks so innocent and adorable—why do I feel like I'm the villain here?
But of course, Dummy / Bean Bun would mock him without hesitation: You've always been a villain.
"I want you to dry it for me."
Si Yiheng walked over. "Mm."
He was about to stand behind Shu Yu to help her dry her hair when Shu Yu spoke again, "Hold me while you dry it."
Si Yiheng said, "Mm."
The hairdryer blew hot air with a whoosh, making both of them feel a little warm. Shu Yu had just bathed, yet she felt like she was about to break a sweat.
The hot air surged from the nozzle, carrying the citrus scent from Shu Yu's body, spreading between them.
Si Yiheng seriously brushed his thumb across Shu Yu's roots, shielding her scalp from the hot air that could sting.
Shu Yu quietly glanced up at Si Yiheng. Seeing how serious he seemed, she asked Iron Egg in her head in a small voice, "Egg, did Si Yiheng really see it yesterday?"
Iron Egg: [He definitely saw it. He stared at the title for three minutes. I think he wanted to scroll down but didn't want to pry into your privacy, so he turned off the phone.]
Shu Yu said, "Oh."
Then she decided to try again.
Shu Yu quietly placed her fingers on Si Yiheng's waist and touched him. When he didn't react, she started to undo his buttons.
One button.
Two buttons.
Just as she was about to reach the third, the whirring of the hairdryer stopped. Si Yiheng grabbed her wrist.
Shu Yu: "!!!"
Si Yiheng's cool voice was tinged with a hint of hoarseness. His Adam's apple moved with an extremely slow, restrained swallow. "Baby, not now."
Shu Yu: "..."
She lowered her head. "Then when?"
Give her a definitive answer.
Si Yiheng: "On the day we get married."
Shu Yu: "..."
Shu Yu felt her heart break into pieces. She couldn't exactly marry Si Yiheng just to complete a mission.
Just as Shu Yu was feeling like this mission was hopeless, she heard Si Yiheng speak again.
"Baby, do you really want it that much?"
