On the way, Shen Jianxi, wrapped in Wen Huaizhi's clothes, followed him obediently. He made a phone call, asking someone to bring a set of clothes to his place and kindly explained the situation to her and the teacher.
Upon arriving at Wen Huaizhi's residence, it was the most upscale neighborhood near the school, not too far from Shen Jianxi's own.
Wen Huaizhi's room, much like the man himself, exuded an elegant and clean aura.
In the guest bathroom, Shen Jianxi quickly rinsed off. When she emerged, a set of clothes was neatly laid out on the bed.
She changed into the clothes Wen Huaizhi had prepared: a light green long dress with a delicate belt at the waist. Though simple, the exquisite fabric clearly indicated its high value.
She walked into the living room. Wen Huaizhi was in the kitchen preparing something. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned and smiled at Shen Jianxi, saying, "Wait a moment, I'm making porridge."
Shen Jianxi padded to the kitchen doorway, propped herself against the frame, and sniffed. "It smells so good. Just smelling it makes me feel like I can eat three bowls."
Wen Huaizhi chuckled at her playful remark. "You little sprite, your words are so sweet."
"I'm just speaking the truth! Senior Wen, don't you believe me?" Shen Jianxi stuck out her tongue.
"Believe, believe, believe. And also, you're Ye Zi's girlfriend, so there's no need to be so formal. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Huaizhi."
She straightened up and saluted. "Yes, sir! Brother Huaizhi!"
"Naughty girl!" Wen Huaizhi patted Shen Jianxi's head and turned back to continue preparing the dishes. "Go play in the living room, it's too smoky here."
Adhering to her principle of not having any lingering odors on her person, Shen Jianxi obediently left the kitchen.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room stood a grand piano. She had noticed it as soon as she entered. Recalling the information provided by 77, Shen Jianxi sat on the piano bench, gently resting her hands on the keys, closed her eyes, and her fingers began to move, releasing beautiful and fluid notes.
77: "Ding! Favorability +7, current Wen Huaizhi favorability 40."
Hearing 77's announcement, Shen Jianxi, who was playing the piano, opened her eyes and smiled with satisfaction.
As the piece concluded, Shen Jianxi stood up. The meal was ready. She walked into the kitchen to help Wen Huaizhi carry the dishes out. He glanced at her but didn't stop her.
Seeing the prepared dishes, Shen Jianxi was a little surprised. Although the aroma had led her to expect a good taste, she hadn't anticipated the presentation to be so exquisite. They looked like works of art, almost too beautiful to disturb.
After setting the tableware, they sat facing each other.
Wen Huaizhi: "Try it."
She took a sip of the porridge. The fragrance exploded on her tongue. Surprise flashed in Shen Jianxi's eyes. She looked up at Wen Huaizhi, gave him a thumbs-up, and said, "It's incredibly delicious, Brother Huaizhi, you're amazing!"
Hearing the young girl's praise, Wen Huaizhi's anxious heart settled. He reached out and stroked her head. "As long as it's good, eat more. You're too thin."
Shen Jianxi, too engrossed in savoring each dish, didn't notice the meaningful smile playing on Wen Huaizhi's lips.
After the meal, Wen Huaizhi again sent her out of the kitchen, refusing to let her wash the dishes. Shen Jianxi, cradling the warm milk Wen Huaizhi had heated for her, leaned back comfortably on the sofa.
Shen Jianxi: "77, this target really suits my taste. This life is just too wonderful."
As she spoke, she yawned.
77, a little jealous, said, "Host, I can give you whatever you want. Don't be swayed by these scummy men."
Shen Jianxi burst into laughter. "My little 77, how are you so adorable? Don't worry, you're my favorite, no one can compare, okay?"
The little system's jealous demeanor, while surprising Shen Jianxi, also warmed her. It felt as though she wasn't so lonely anymore.
77 blushed slightly. Truthfully, it didn't understand why it liked its host so much. The sense of closeness and affection felt as though it were innate.
Gradually, Shen Jianxi's posture shifted from sitting to lying down, her eyelids growing heavier. The overwhelming drowsiness finally pulled her into darkness.
The cup in her hand fell, only to be caught by a large hand. Wen Huaizhi placed the cup on the table and slowly squatted down.
He gazed at the sleeping girl with adoration, his hand caressing her fair cheek. If Shen Jianxi were awake, she would notice that his usually clear and bright eyes were now filled with a dark, swirling intensity that seemed to draw one in.
Wen Huaizhi applied a little pressure with his hand, leaving a red mark on Shen Jianxi's face. Looking at the mark he had made, his expression grew more unhinged. "Why did you have to come back with me, Xi Xi? I had already prepared to let you go."
"You brought this upon yourself."
Then, he kissed her coveted red lips, prying them open, and began to conquer.
Shen Jianxi let out a soft moan of discomfort. Far from being alarmed, Wen Huaizhi became even more excited. His lips gradually moved down, pressing countless kisses onto her slender neck.
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