Chapter 2: I've Come to Live With You

After growing up, Bai Shuruo knew her sister had been scaring her, but she was still very afraid; the image of giving birth was already deeply rooted in her mind.

She had dated a boyfriend during her sophomore year, but after six months of dating, she hadn't let him have his way, and he kept questioning her sincerity, which was what led to the breakup.

She inserted the key into the hole, pulled it out, inserted it again, and pulled it out again...

After hesitating n times, the door suddenly opened, and the 189-centimeter-tall Han Yangting stood before her, giving her a huge fright.

He had changed into a set of gray loungewear, but he still looked stern, arrogant, and imposingly noble.

"Um, I... I've come over to... live with you," Bai Shuruo said in a small voice.

The corners of Han Yangting's mouth twitched.

There was a security camera at the entrance, and he had seen her there early on.

A slender figure, hair like seaweed, she was only in her twenties; why was she so indecisive when doing things? Was she a Libra?

"Come in," Han Yangting said, simultaneously taking her worn-out, large suitcase from her hands.

With so many things, it seemed she had moved her entire household over.

Bai Shuruo followed him in nervously, taking her pink bear slippers she had brought from home out of her crossbody bag at the entryway to change into.

His home was a large flat of over three hundred square meters; the interior decoration style was low-key and simple, and there weren't many things, clearly showing that only he lived there alone.

After scanning the room and then seeing the security camera footage at the door, her face turned red instantly.

Her actions outside just now must have been seen by him clearly.

So embarrassing; she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Over there, after Han Yangting pushed her suitcase in, he asked her, "Which room do you want to live in?"

Bai Shuruo was stunned for a moment.

"Can I... choose the room myself?"

The corners of Han Yangting's mouth lifted again: "Or do you want to sleep in the same room as me?"

She said immediately: "No, I, I'll choose one myself."

In the house of over three hundred square meters, there were three suites with bathrooms; she pointed to one of the empty rooms with the door open and asked, "Can I live in this one?"

"You can." Han Yangting carried the suitcase in for her, then stood at the door watching her.

She became nervous again.

What did it mean for him to stand at the door? Was he watching her unpack?

Or was he watching to see what she had brought?

Forget it, if he wanted to watch, let him watch; anyway, everything she brought was normal, nothing that couldn't be seen.

As soon as the suitcase zipper was pulled open, the taut lid sprang open, and several pairs of rolled-up panties fell out from inside.

Too embarrassing!

She shouldn't have put her underwear on the very top.

She hurriedly threw the underwear all at once into the wardrobe behind her.

Underneath the underwear was a laptop; once the laptop was moved, several large bags of the spicy strips she had treasured for a long time slid out.

Awkward...

She subconsciously glanced at Han Yangting and saw his pair of straight, sword-like eyebrows knit together.

He must not like eating these things, so she threw the spicy strips all at once into the wardrobe behind her.

Below that were the clothes she usually wore, which looked a bit more normal; however, as soon as she took the clothes out, they brought out a wireless mouse, followed by a power bank, an electric toothbrush, sanitary pads, socks... the items were messy and disorganized.

She looked at Han Yangting again in embarrassment and explained powerlessly: "I was in a rush earlier and didn't have time to pack properly..."

Han Yangting nodded, looking as if he "understood," and then exited her room.

She finally let out a sigh of relief.

The impression she gave him must be very poor; they say one should marry a virtuous wife, and with her being so careless and unkempt, would she be looked down upon?

Never mind, if they don't get along in the future, then they can just divorce.

Finally having finished packing her luggage, Bai Shuruo returned to the living room.

Han Yangting was not in the living room; the 108-inch television in the living room was on, playing current events news.

Bai Shuruo didn't like watching the news; she liked watching dramas, but she didn't feel comfortable changing the channel, so she sat straight on the sofa, not knowing what to do for a moment.

It wasn't until she heard the sound of chopping vegetables from the kitchen that she realized Han Yangting was in the kitchen.

When she was packing her luggage just now, she had already given Han Yangting a very bad impression; this time, she had to regain some face.

So she walked to the kitchen.

Han Yangting was wearing an apron and cutting carrots; his knife skills were very good, and the carrot shreds were cut to a uniform size.

Plus, he was tall and had a great figure; the sight of him cutting vegetables in the kitchen was pleasing to the eye.

Seeing her come over, he turned to her and asked: "Are your things packed?"

The motion of his hands cutting vegetables didn't stop, as if he had an extra pair of eyes on his hands.

She said: "Packed, I came over to see if there's anything I can help with?"

"Do you know how to cook?" he asked.

"I do," Bai Shuruo said affirmatively; she wanted to highlight her capability.

"Alright, then help me cut these carrots." After Han Yangting left the kitchen knife for her, he went to wash the shrimp.

Bai Shuruo went over, washed her hands, and picked up the kitchen knife.

However, as soon as she picked up the knife, she was dumbfounded.

She had made carrot shreds before, but they had a shredding gadget at home; she had never tried cutting them with a kitchen knife.

Forget it, isn't it just cutting shreds? It should be easy.

She first sliced off a piece, then cut the carrot slices into strips.

They seemed uneven in size, so she cut the larger ones into two strips again.

They seemed too small now, and when placed next to the ones he had cut earlier, they looked completely out of place.

Ugh...

Han Yangting turned his head to look at her, and knowing she did not know how to cut, he said, "Let me do it."

"Then I'll wash the shrimp," Bai Shuruo said quickly.

The two of them swapped positions.

Bai Shuruo went to wash the shrimp.

She had boiled shrimp before, but she would just rinse the shrimp under the tap, toss them into a pot to boil, add a piece of ginger, prepare some dipping sauce, and scoop the shrimp out to make boiled shrimp.

However, Han Yangting's shrimp were not prepared that way; he had already snipped off several shrimp heads and removed the shrimp veins inside, which meant Bai Shuruo had to continue doing the same.

She had never snipped off a shrimp head before and felt it was quite cruel, so she picked out a shrimp that looked like it was about to die.

As soon as she picked it up, the shrimp suddenly struggled with force, scaring her into letting out an "ah" and immediately dropping both the shrimp and the scissors.