In the eyes of the public, He Chuzhou had never been an ordinary person.

He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and his starting line might be the finish line that most people would never reach in their entire lives.

Under favorable circumstances, the highest standards of educational resources and upbringing had allowed him to develop in practically all directions.

Coupled with his appearance that was blessed by the heavens, from childhood to adulthood, from home to abroad, he was an eye-catching appearance among the masses.

In other words, He Chuzhou had never lacked the admiration and adoration of others.

Male, female, older and younger, the countless expressions of affection in various manners and intonations were so numerous that they could be collected and compiled into a book of confessions.

But he had never felt like this before.

It was much like the small current generated by the friction between a sweater and one’s body in the winter, concentrated to the maximum extent. The infusion of blood made him tipsy, an astringent tingling flowing throughout his body.

His mouth was a little dry, and he was somewhat dizzy.

His heartbeat filled his ears, and he needed to move any part of his body to determine if he had lost control of more than his heart.

It was a very mystical feeling.

A feeling he had never experienced before.

So turbulent that it could only be experienced, complex and too wonderful for words.

It was a pity that this feeling didn’t last very long.

Before his brain could even process and interpret the precise answer, the rest of Pei Xi’s words were like immediately effective medicine, waking him from his dream in an instant.

“You’re all I have.”

“Chuzhou, don’t throw me away.”

The overly spacious living room was unable to retain the warmth of daylight, and even the light reflected on the marble tiles made everything around them look cold and stiff.

Pei Xi felt cold all over, and the body in front of him was the only heat that could warm him up.

All he could do was press close to him, hug him tightly, greedily draw the body temperature he needed from him. 

Like an ostrich in urgent need of safety, he tried to bury his head tightly, but couldn’t resist the gentle but forceful grip on his lower jaw as his face was tilted upward.

Two sets of completely different eyes met each other across the distance, and he seemed to catch sight of something in the other’s deep eyes that he had never seen before.

“How did I almost forget you’re not the sober one?”

He Chuzhou pinched his cheek angrily: “What throw you away, Pei Xinxin? What nonsense are you talking about?”

“You are a person, not an object. You can choose to share areas of your life with others, but no one is qualified to tell you whether or not you should.”

“You just have a temporary bad memory, it’s not like your brain is actually broken. Don’t lose the important things.”

“Remember, before you are “He Chuzhou’s spouse,” you are yourself first, a person with all social rights, an independent individual who is so outstanding that he can easily surpass 99 percent of people on the street.”

“No matter what the occasion, you must put yourself first, rather than as someone’s humble accessory.”

He spoke every word very patiently and clearly, for fear that the person in front of him wouldn’t understand if he spoke faster.

“You are the most beautiful Pei-calico, with proud assets. There’s no need to reason everything out or consider changing things about yourself. Think more about if the other person is worthy.”

“You should sit high above the masses, deserving of the very best. Don’t doubt yourself, understand?”

Don’t doubt yourself…..

You should sit high above the masses…..

Pei Xi released a light breath and stared at He Chuzhou, not speaking for a long while.

Understand?

He didn’t understand.

No one had ever said these words to him.

How long had it been?

He always seemed to be doubting himself and striving to put on a performance. It wasn’t uncommon for him to feel unworthy or to comfort himself alone when he didn’t get what he wanted.

Never had anyone told him to put himself first, to be proud of himself, that he was entitled to the best of everything.

Extraordinary emotions swelled up and filled his heart, leaving him at a loss for what to do. He was eager to express himself, but didn’t know what to say.

He was like an ant that had been hit in the face by bread crumbs, tossing around in confusion. And in the end, he could only say one thing: “But what if that person is you?”

What if it’s you I want to put first?

What if I don’t want to be high above you?

“It can’t be done for me either.”

He Chuzhou wore a rare solemn expression: “You can tell me, ‘I won’t want you if you keep doing this,’ but you can never say ‘don’t throw me away,’ got it?”

“Just like you should have gotten mad at me as soon as you found out I was hiding our relationship, and made me reflect on myself or kneel down. Instead of being considerate of me first, I would rather endure the grievance first than have a good rest.”

“Xinxin, you are the proud son of heaven, the moon the stars cluster around. There is no need to lower yourself. This humble begging doesn’t suit you.”

As these words were spoken in front of him, Pei Xi himself didn’t even notice a tear roll down without warning.

It wasn’t until the grip on his cheeks disappeared and dry fingertips rubbed the tips of his eyes that he belatedly realized he was crying again.

He Chuzhou was helpless: “Why are you sad again?”

“I’m, I’m not sad.”

At his denial, the moisture accumulating in his eyes was increasingly uncontrollable.

But his mood was the exact opposite of his depression just before now.

“I don’t mean to cry.”

“Really, I can’t help myself.”

“There’s nothing to be done, just ignore it.”

He Chuzhou took out a tissue and carefully dried his tears: “Do you understand what I just said?”

Pei Xi nodded earnestly.

He Chuzhou: “Then what if I make you sad again?”

Pei Xi blinked, his eyelashes sticking together wetly: “If you make me sad again, I won’t want you anymore.”

He Chuzhou was very satisfied: “The young can be taught.”

Pei Xi: “But I can’t bear to not want you.”

Hu Chuzhou raised an eyebrow and frowned for a second, then hissed: “You—”

“So, President He, pay more attention.”

Pei Xi held his face with both hands, a faint smile in his red eyes: “Don’t provoke me or make me sad.”

Cool, soft fingertips brushed against his ears, and it tickled so much that the tip of his heart did too.

He Chuzhou couldn’t help but tilt his head, his ears slightly warm. He thought with good cheer, sure enough, the moon is the most beautiful when it hangs high in the sky.

“Okay, I’ll pay more attention. I’ll definitely pay more attention.”

His hands held Pei Xi’s waist: “So can we go to bed now?”

Pei Xi shook his head.

He Chuzhou: “Huh?”

“Chuzhou, I’m very awake now and not sleepy at all.” He looked at He Chuzhou with bright eyes. “You think of a way to put me to sleep.”

He Chuzhou: “…..”

Three minutes later.

The two of them sat side by side at the desk in the study, each with a university entrance exam math test paper in front of them.

Seeing that Pei Xi’s attention was finally not on him, He Chuzhou switched the pen to his left hand and lowered his right hand, shaking it out vigorously in Pei Xi’s blind spot.

Tsk, he’d been careless.

He’d thought everything was fine, but when he picked up the pen, he found that his entire palm was still numb and soft, as if he was holding a ball of cotton.

As expected of Pei-calico, his call of “I like you” was too powerful.

In the stillness of the night, the clock hanging on the wall ticked rhythmically, the second hand diligently dragging the hour and minute hands in circles.

He Chuzhou was like an impatient high school student who couldn’t settle down and study. He spun his pen around from the left hand to the right, and from his right hand to the left.

After a while, his energy finally calmed. 

He pressed his arm on the test paper, breathed out surreptitiously, and slanted a glance at the person beside him. 

Pei Xi worked very seriously, with his back straight, his eyes slightly lowered, and his expression as focused as if he was really taking the exam.

It was very odd.

If a person just lost their regular memory, would their personality undergo such a drastic change?

But why did he feel so insecure?

This was hard to figure out without any clues.

And soon, he discovered something else that was equally hard to figure out.

—How could Pei Xi complete a university entrance mathematics exam so quickly?

The function question was so huge that it defied the heavens, yet he didn’t even need to work it out and simply put the answer at the top? ? ?

No way, he was a top student?

It had been so long since graduation, but he could still remember so clearly?

As soon as he moved closer, the keenly aware Pei Xi covered the test paper: “Chuzhou, pay attention to the rules in the examination room.”

He Chuzhou: “…..?”

He Chuzhou’s brain was momentarily in knots: “When did we start the exam?”

Pei Xi stared blankly for a moment before he quickly realized what he was doing. He pursed his lips in embarrassment and loosened his hold on the test paper in his hand. “I forgot. Do you want to see?”

He Chuzhou hooked his hand: “Let me see.”

Pei Xi obediently slid the test paper in front of him.

Before He Chuzhou’s effusive praise could reach his mouth, he lowered his head to see the paper clearly and his expression froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was different from what he had imagined.

The answers were either none or very few, accounting for only the first handful of multiple-choice questions. 

The drawing style got increasingly outrageous the further it went. All of the blank answer spaces were filled with love hearts drawn in a bold black that showed through the back of the paper.

He bit his back molars, and his expression gradually became puzzled.

After trying and failing to find patterns for the correct answers from the hearts, he pointed to one of them and humbly asked for advice: “This heart is a little fatter, so does that mean the root of the number is two?”

Pei Xi shook his head and said in denial: “It’s just that the space is a little bigger.”

He Chuzhou: “……”

He Chuzhou: “Boldly asking little classmate Pei, what were you thinking about while doing these problems?”

Pei Xi considered it briefly: “The first few questions are so simple that the solutions can be seen at a glance.”

He Chuzhou agreed with this point: “What about after?”

“I don’t know about after.”

Pei Xi said calmly: “I didn’t have much focus to read the questions. As I was doing them, I started to miss you.”

After explaining the basics, he suddenly drew closer and gave that handsome face a light kiss.

Then, as the other party held his breath and stared, he said ceremoniously, with an idle expression: “Chuzhou, I’ve thought about it. If you want to kiss me, you can kiss me casually. You don’t have to worry about shooting accidentally while polishing the gun.”

“I can’t overexert myself, but if I just use my hands to help you, it’s okay.”

He Chuzhou: “——!”

On this night, He Chuzhou dreamed that he exploded, spiraling upward into the sky and exploding repeatedly.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he was reincarnated as He Xinxing’s son and made friends with a piece of meat bone that became a spirit.

The meat bone had hands and feet and smelled very fragrant. It was also very polite. He saw heaven and earth shaking before him.

It was a pity that he could only look but not eat. He was so entranced that his toes dug into the ground and his tail practically transformed into a propeller.

He had never had such a physically and mentally taxing dream in his life. He felt something moving next to him early in the morning, but couldn’t open his eyes for a long time.

After turning over with difficulty, his eyes finally struggled open a crack. His vision suddenly dimmed as someone lifted the quilt and covered his head.

He Chuzhou: “…..?”

Soon, the person who buried him seemed to realize there was a threat of suffocation, and hesitantly held the quilt up a bit to give him room to breathe.

He Chuzhou: “ ? ? ? ”

Then there was a weight stepping over him as if fleeing, and after lightning-fast steps and the chaotic rustling of fabric, there was the turmoil and chaos of war at the entrance door.

When he lifted the quilt and sat up in bafflement, he saw He Xingxing run in with his bowl in his mouth and suddenly realized what had happened at the door.

“My dear son, did he just knock over your bowl?”

He Xinxing listened without understanding. Putting the bowl on the floor, he scratched at it with his paw to signal to his father that it was time to put the food in.

He Chuzhou accepted his fate and pulled away the quilt, getting out of bed.

Just as he picked up the bowl, his phone rang. He connected while walking out and said: “What are you doing so early in the morning?”

He Aiyue was in high spirits: “Boss! Did you see the test papers I put in your car? Help me, I need to hand them in Monday morning!”

Test papers…..?

He Chuzhou suddenly stopped mid-yawn.

He Aiyue didn’t hear his voice on the other side for a long moment, and pressed him: “What are you doing? You didn’t fall asleep again, did you?”

Right when she finished speaking, the person on the other side cleared his throat: “Can’t help. No negotiation.”

He Aiyue: “You’re such a—”

“And,” He Chuzhou added lazily, “that test paper’s pretty good. I’m keeping it. You can ask your teacher for a new copy.”

He Aiyue: “ ? ”

He Aiyue: “ ? ? ? ”

He Aiyue: “Boss He, do you have a cat disease, taking food but still not lending a hand? Do you know that teachers also have days off on the weekend?”

He Aiyue: “Believe it or not, I’m going to tell Mom!”

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