Quickly, Take the Flower Away. I’m Allergic to Pollen

Although he did not manage to get his hands on Cen Shuang, he would definitely suffer if word reached the old master. He had stayed quiet to avoid trouble, but at this moment, just a glance at her had rekindled his dying heart. As he looked at the woman on the second floor, Zhuang Tinghao could not help but grit his teeth. He was not willing to let her go just like that!

Lan Yibai brought her a glass of milk. Seeing that she had the window open, she did not forget to remind her, "Be careful, or you might catch a cold."

Cen Shuang's face broke into a smile. "Doctor Boyan said that when the weather is good, we can let Zhuang Hong breathe in more fresh air. It will be good for his body's recovery."

Her sensible expression made Lan Yibai's heart soften. She only uttered one more sentence before leaving. "Bundle up."

Now, Cen Shuang would pay attention to when Lan Yibai would come into her room. When she came in, Cen Shuang would take care of Zhuang Hong. Cen Shuang would wipe Zhuang Hong's body, change his clothes, and read the news to him. After Lan Yibai left, Cen Shuang quickly jumped off the bed, locked the door, and ran back to the bed. She pulled Zhuang Hong's arm free and lay in his arms. The two of them leaned toward each other, but Zhuang Hong still did not move. Cen Shuang casually looked at the news on her phone, then she said, "A freshman came to school today. He's very handsome, more handsome than you. No, you guys are different. He's younger than you. His eyes are a little childish, and his hands are especially beautiful. I'm guessing that he's a piano player. He deliberately pretended to be cool to get my attention. I feel like he's trying to seduce me. Sigh, this freshman is too naive. He thinks he's good at acting, but I saw through him so easily."

Cen Shuang finished her story with a smug look on her face. She felt powerful, so she moved closer to Zhuang Hong. After looking closely at Zhuang Hong's face, she gradually furrowed her brows. "The freshman is indeed very good-looking. Unfortunately... why do I feel that you are even more good-looking than he is?"

One had to know that a man who had been bedridden all year round would have to eat liquid food. Although he had sufficient nutrition, Zhuang Hong was already very thin. Such a thin face made his sharp edges even sharper. His eyebrows were also dark and very dashing. Cen Shuang had thought that if Zhuang Hong opened his eyes, he would be very beautiful.

Suddenly, her thoughts shifted again. She placed a hand on her chest and said, "A young hunk is indeed handsome, but I'm not that kind of person. I'm not lascivious. Even he's good-looking, it doesn't necessarily mean I'm interested. Of course, you're different. You're my husband. We're already legally married. If I kiss you again, it's nothing. This is how we're supposed to be, as husband and wife."

The gentle wind outside the window blew into the room. It was refreshing and strands of her hair blew against the man's face. "Let me kiss you. I'll think of it as your responsibility as a husband, okay?"

In the quiet room, the fragrance of lavender was blown away by the wind, and the white curtains rolled up. The two figures in the room leaned against each other. Cen Shuang, hugged Zhuang Hong's arm tightly, not making a loud sound. The wind blew through the entire room.

Turning around, she pulled the man's quilt toward herself. She closed her eyes and muttered, "That freshman is really good-looking."

The man on the bed moved. He could only feel the wind, and he could not help but shiver. His fingertips moved slightly, and he felt a corner of the quilt beside him. He grabbed it tightly in his palm.

Due to the school matter, Cen Shuang had delayed the submission of her designs to Yang Jinyan. It was not that she did not put in enough effort. It was just that the difficulty of the flight suit that Yang Jinyan wanted, and the unique fabric had to be considered. She had to think about how the fabric would be affected. Lan Yibai, did not ask her to go to the company, but she still had to go to school every day. The art club had recruited a new batch of people, and as the vice president, Cen Shuang naturally had to participate. As she looked at the row of 'young talents', Cen Shuang was stunned. She turned to ask Mu Sensen, "Is the art club flourishing? Why is it filled with male students this term?"

Mu Sensen rolled her eyes. "This is all thanks to you. With the school beauty as a living mascot, how would the female students dare to come in?"

"It's my fault. The art club has missed out on quite a few talents then."

"It's okay. I think this is pretty good." Mu Sensen wore a grateful expression as her eyes roamed over the new batch. Cen Shuang's mouth twitched. Was this her fault? Or should she thank her?

The art club seemed more lively now because of the new blood. Mu Sensen said that even the air smelled like roses. For example, right now, a junior was actually holding a rose in front of Cen Shuang. Cen Shuang took a glance at it. She was so scared that she took two steps back and covered her mouth and nose. "Quickly, take the flower away. I'm allergic to pollen."

Her words immediately stunned the junior who was about to confess his love for her. He did not say anything and only turned to run away with the flower. He looked pitiful.