In the bedroom, the dim yellow light spilled over everything, and the air carried a lingering hint of intimacy.

After they were done, Chu Yi didn’t want to move. Qiao Anchen went to take a shower and came back with a damp towel to give her a simple wipe.

Chu Yi felt a bit embarrassed, thinking that her “cohabiting roommate” had suddenly become a bit too considerate.

She looked at Qiao Anchen’s disheveled black hair and felt a strange annoyance, as if she were settling a score.

“Why wouldn’t you watch a movie with me?” She had prepared fruit, set up the projector, and carefully selected the film.

“I didn’t refuse,” Qiao Anchen stopped what he was doing, his eyes still misty, as if enveloped in a haze, pure and vague.

“You said you wanted to read,” Chu Yi reminded him.

“I did want to read earlier,” Qiao Anchen replied thoughtfully, then answered honestly.

“Then why did you do this?” Chu Yi’s tone was questioning, not realizing that she sounded a bit spoiled.

Qiao Anchen lowered his head, continuing to wipe her clean with the towel.

A murmured voice came through.

“Because this is much more interesting than watching a movie…”

Chu Yi: “………”

After spending some time together, Chu Yi had a rough idea of Qiao Anchen’s personality. She didn’t say anything, pursed her lips, and let him finish.

The light was turned off again, and both were exhausted, quickly falling into sleep.

After the “movie” incident, Chu Yi completely gave up on trying to get closer to Qiao Anchen. Everything went with the flow, and their life was simple and plain.

In contrast to Chu Yi’s stagnant life, Cheng Li recently was in full bloom. Her social media was flooded with pink, not just couple selfies but also constant mentions of “my dear.”

Today she was in Japan, tomorrow in the Maldives, sending out a never-ending stream of dog food, making Chu Yi’s eyes red as she rolled around in bed with her phone.

Woe is me, others have boyfriends, but I only have a husband.

She couldn’t bear to think about it; it just made her sad.

As if summoned, Cheng Li, who was in the Maldives a moment ago, sent Chu Yi a video call. When Chu Yi answered, the view was of blue sea, blue sky, sandy beaches, and coconut trees.

“Darling, you wait a moment. I need to chat with my sister.” Cheng Li said to the muscular man next to her, her voice sweet and sticky, and after blowing a kiss, she finally had the camera all to herself.

Chu Yi was again force-fed dog food and felt a bit nauseous.

“Sister, Qixi Festival is coming up. What are you planning to do?” Cheng Li lay on a beach chair, her slender white legs lifted and restlessly moving, looking very enticing.

Chu Yi looked down, feeling dejected.

“I don’t know. Isn’t it still early…”

“Early? There are only a few days left! The better restaurants need to be booked in advance!” Cheng Li chattered on.

“You don’t know, my dear planned the itinerary half a month ago, saying he wanted to spend our first romantic Qixi together~~~”

“…… Is there something you need?” Chu Yi asked, eager to end the conversation.

“Why are you so indifferent!” Cheng Li reprimanded, rolling her eyes. “I haven’t chatted with you in a while and just wanted to check on you.”

“My situation is nothing special. I know all about yours,” Chu Yi replied expressionlessly.

Cheng Li laughed on the other end, delighted. “Darling, don’t be so down~ I could buy you a plane ticket to join us, and we’ll party for three days and nights!”

“Forget it. I don’t want to be beaten up by your dear,” Chu Yi glanced at the time in the top right corner. “I have to go cook now.”

“Oh, you cook now? Really, the perfect wife!” Cheng Li exclaimed.

Chu Yi ignored Cheng Li’s shouting and abruptly ended the call, getting out of bed.

Tonight, Qiao Anchen was getting off work on time, so she needed to start preparing dinner in advance.

With the rise of the internet, a phenomenon emerged where marketing accounts, personal bloggers, and meme creators flooded the web with various mockeries and topics for any festival.

Like the upcoming Qixi Festival.

Now, whenever Chu Yi opened her homepage, at least two out of five new posts were about Qixi, even comments under updated comics.

【Author, Qixi is coming soon. Are you going to drop some sugar!!!】

【Author, Qixi is coming soon. Are you considering adding some extra benefits!】

【Happy early Qixi Festival, author!】

Chu Yi: “……”

Even someone as oblivious as Chu Yi couldn’t help but start anticipating the Qixi Festival with all these constant messages.

That night, while scrolling through her phone, she seemed to casually mention to the person next to her.

“By the way, it looks like Qixi is coming up in a few days.”

“Hmm?” Qiao Anchen pushed up his glasses and responded casually.

“What’s up?”

What’s up—

Chu Yi’s heart seemed to crumble into ruins.

She was somewhat incredulous.