If Shujun is like a blazing fire, the boiling water that can ignite her, can boil her. Then Shujun is like a cup of cool boiled water, beneficial to the body and soul, thoughtful and tender. What he gives her is not the eternal vows and everlasting love promises from the stories, not the tearjerking extraordinary romance, not myths, not legends, but the companionship of bittersweet moments in plain life, warm and serene. When she is troubled, he comforts her; when she laughs, he is happier than she is herself; when she is sad and upset, if it’s because of him, he will feel guilty; if it’s because of someone else, even if it’s his own brother, he will stand with her against the world, together resisting the enemy. He is like light, like the bright moonlight beneath the thick night. Not as radiant as the blazing sun, but tranquil and calm, guarding by the side. He will accompany her, sweep away the gloom for her, illuminate the path ahead for her, hold her hand when she needs him, give her warm hugs with all his tenderness when she is weary, and considerately step aside when she is busy and occupied, even if he feels lonely by himself, he wouldn’t want to annoyingly cling to her, for fear of causing her distress. She is the place where his emotions dwell, his love doesn’t rely on words or actions, not expressed through his mouth or body, but from the heart, treating her with sincerity, bestowing upon her the truest tenderness from the depths of his heart. The next day when Dong Huiying woke up, through the hazy white bed curtain, she vaguely saw a slim and graceful figure swaying outside the curtain. She recognized that it was Shu Yu, so she got up from under the quilt. Pulling aside the curtains, seeing clearly, she found the man wearing a thin white shirt, his ink-like long hair down, unrestrained, while holding a fresh bouquet that had collected dew overnight. Shu Yu smiled gently at her. She was about to respond with a tender smile when she saw the man, maintaining his sharp-tongued character, say, "So lazy, even pigs wake up earlier than you." Dong Huiying: "..." She furrowed her little brows, thinking for a long while, recalling their heartfelt conversation from last night, and finally only managed to say, "But I slept later than a dog?" Shu Yu: "..." Marrying a chicken means following what a chicken does, marrying a dog means following what a dog does. She slept later than a dog, and he lay down with her; doesn’t that mean if she’s a female dog, he would be a male dog? "No fun." Turning away, it seemed he took a loss in this topic and was not pleased. He independently replaced the flowers in the vase with the fresh ones he had picked early in the morning. Then came over with the vase, "Remember to water them often." She wanted to act spoiled a bit. "Shouldn’t it be me who’s lazy?" "Anyway, I don’t want to water them." He pursed his lips, "That’s not acceptable, you are the master of the house, you need to take care of me, can’t be lazy! Laziness is excessive, it’s not fair!" "But I just don’t want to water them." His gaze full of "I really have no way with you", "Alright, I’ll take care of it. You go lay down again, sleep a bit more, I’ll feed the big brother later." Dong Huiying blinked, then said "Oh," and burrowed back into the quilt. She pulled the blanket over her head, though she was already unable to hold back and quietly giggling. Shu Yu was clever, how could he not see through her spoiled little thoughts, it was just he wanted to pamper her. But for her, he could make himself become industrious, could do many things he was too lazy to do, didn’t like to do.