Cong Nianwei’s roommates’ boyfriends owned shabby bikes, while Qin Guan was driving a brand new car. Was Cong Nianwei also good at selecting a boyfriend?
Feeling her roommates’ envy, Cong Nianwei sat down calmly beside Qin Guan. He drove them slowly to the west entrance of QH University.
At the sight of them in the car, Chi Hailing started crying by the roadside. Is it even possible to be this rich before graduation? Who said that one could survive on their strength? He’s making a living on his looks! It’s so unfair!
On the way, Qin Guan asked Cong Nianwei the question that was troubling him the most, "What color shall we paint the wall of our bedroom? The floor is milk yellow. What do you think about green? It's said that it helps one sleep. Or what about white? It’s simple and easy to apply."
Qin Guan read about the prices and the brushing process before asking calmly, "Shall we go with white?"
Cong Nianwei burst into laughter. "Okay, white!" she agreed.
The wife humored the husband, who was a penny pincher.
Qin Guan carried the paint upstairs breathlessly. He felt upset that he hadn’t bought a house with an elevator.
Cong Nianwei pinned her hair into a bun and put newspaper hats on both their heads. The interior of the house had been polished. Qin Guan touched the wall and found it smooth. They could paint directly on it.
All the tools, including a roller brush, a hairy brush, a basin, newspapers and a wooden ladder, were ready. They began painting. Qin Guan was in charge of the large scope, while Cong Nianwei supervised all the details.
They were perfect match, but Qin Guan got distracted by Cong Nianwei after a while.
Standing on the high ladder, he looked down at his girlfriend. Her tiny nose and curled eyelash looked very elegant.
He stopped moving unconsciously, and the paint on his brush landed on Cong's eyelashes. Fortunately, Cong Nianwei had her eyes closed at the time, or the paint would have landed in her eyes.
Qin Guan got off the ladder immediately and asked Cong Nianwei to stand where she was and keep her eyes closed. Meanwhile, he ran to get a towel.
When he came back with a clean towel, he found his girlfriend standing in the sunlight with closed eyes. On her cheeks there were drops of white paint.
Qin Guan wiped them from her face gently. Before he could let out a sigh of relief, Cong Nianwei asked him, "What about the paint? Don’t worry about me, it's not in my eyes."
No one answered her. She thought Qin Guan was still feeling guilty about it, when suddenly his lips were on hers, blocking her words.
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