Only A Fool Wouldn't Take Advantage

"That's not what I meant." Shen Lin interrupted her. "Did any other man stay here for the night before, Zhou Xia?"

"Don't worry. No other man has ever stayed overnight in my house. I don't have that habit." This time, it was Zhou Xia who interrupted Shen Lin.

"I didn't mean it that way." Shen Lin knew that she must have misunderstood him. "I mean, if you haven't had one, you'll feel uncomfortable if I stay here. I'm afraid that others will misunderstand you if they find out."

As it turned out, Shen Lin was hesitating about this. He was considerate of her.

Zhou Xia did not feel uncomfortable at all. Shen Lin was like an old friend whom she had not seen for a long time.

And…

"Didn't you just propose to me? I already gave you my promise. Then, this is perfectly justified. Why should we fear being misunderstood by others?"

Shen Lin fell silent again. After a while, he said, "Alright."

He turned around and went to the guest room.

Zhou Xia didn't pay any more attention to him and continued watching her horror film. But she couldn't concentrate on any part of the movie. 

At this moment, her mind was filled with the man who had barged into her house amidst the heavy rain.

Logically speaking, his sudden visit should have made her feel a little awkward, but it did not. She opened the door like it was normal to welcome him in. It was as if they had only been separated for a short while after school.

Zhou Xia was not a pretentious person. She had always been more rational than emotional when dealing with relationships. When she was with her previous boyfriends, she would immediately part ways with the other party in a calm manner without any fuss once she noticed a red flag. Following the breakup, she would delete all of the other party's contact information as if such a person had never appeared in her world. She would never waste her time and energy on someone who was not suitable for her.

Shen Lin was accidentally an exception.

He had barged into her peaceful life out of nowhere. Not only did she not resist him, but her attitude toward him was also more tolerant and harmonious than any other man.

Zhou Xia had been staring at the television in a daze. Her mind was a mess. She was thinking about whether she should marry Shen Lin or not.

In her mind, she was an outsider. She wanted to judge Shen Lin objectively.

His looks, character, education, job, and family were all standard answers worthy of full marks. No matter how calm Zhou Xua was, Shen Lin was the most suitable man to be with.

What was there to hesitate about then? This was an advantageous opportunity for her!

Only a fool wouldn't take advantage! So be it!

In the bathroom, the sound of the washing machine stopped, and the melodious ending sound rang out.

The laundry was done.

Zhou Xia waited for a while, but the guest room was quiet. Shen Lin must have fallen asleep.

She got up, walked to the bathroom, and took out the washed clothes from the washing machine. Along with the clothes was a pair of gray boxer shorts with the logo of the company, CQ, on the waist.

"Shen Lin!" Zhou Xia was furious.

Shen Lin was woken up by the noise. He walked out of the room in a daze. He rubbed the corners of his eyes. He looked like he had not slept well. "What's wrong?"

"Didn't anyone tell you that underwear couldn't be washed in the washing machine? You're so annoying," Zhou Xia said through gritted teeth.

To a person who was obsessed with cleanliness, Shen Lin was unforgivable!

Zhou Xia threw the things in her hands into the other person's arms and vexedly said, "Our living habits are so different. We can't possibly live together. You'd better find someone else to marry."

Shen Lin hung his underwear on the drying rack. He leaned against the door frame and looked at her. He couldn't figure out if it was because of his illness or lack of sleep. He looked listless, and his eyes appeared tired.

He didn't respond. He walked to the washing machine, picked up the disinfectant on the ground, and poured it in. Then, he turned on the automatic cleaning button of the washing machine.

Zhou Xia was a little surprised. She did not expect him to be so familiar with the steps of housework.

"If you still think it's dirty, I'll buy you a new washing machine tomorrow." Shen Lin took the clothes from her and went to the balcony to hang them.

The anger in Zhou Xia's chest dissipated a little. She did not turn on the balcony lights. Zhou Xia looked at Shen Lin's tall back. He was hanging his clothes on the drying rack. Under the dim light, his figure was vaguely reflected on the opposite French window.

"Shen Lin," Zhou Xia said softly, "I'm not kidding. We're not suited to live together."

Shen Lin paused. "We haven't seen each other for a long time. How do you know that we're not suitable for each other now?"

"I just know."

"I'm different from before." Shen Lin's voice was a little deep and hoarse. "You can live a comfortable life with me in the future. I'll cooperate with you."