After a round of playing at the amusement park, Meng Yu glanced at his phone and felt that it was about time to go home.

"Darling, let's go. Take a ride on the Ferris wheel." Before Meng Yugu could even speak, Tang Muyan had already extended the invitation.

"No, I'm going home. Besides, those seats are for couples. What's the point of two grown men sitting there?" Meng Yueguibian avoided Tang Muyan's gaze, looking somewhat awkward.

"Why not? Look, isn't that brother taking his sister to play?"

Meng Yue followed the direction indicated by Tang Muyan's finger and saw a young man holding a little girl's hand as they happily boarded the Ferris wheel, chatting and laughing along the way.

Meng opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. A tear silently slid down, disappearing into the endless darkness.

Tang Muyan saw that he had no reaction, so he approached and grabbed his hand, pulling him away.

When they finally boarded the Ferris wheel, Meng Yuegui began to come back to his senses.

"It seems too high." Meng Yuigui looked at the increasingly distant ground and said softly.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

"There's one thing, it's nothing." Meng Ruigui stared at the gradually fading amusement park. It turns out that you can see the lights from far away. It turns out that the amusement park looks so beautiful in the night…"

"Baby, why are you crying?" Tang Muyan sat down and looked at him in surprise.

"Narrow your eyes." Meng Yu Gui said, rubbing his eyes.

Well, this lie was really poorly crafted, but Tang Muyan had no intention of exposing it.

Are your eyes feeling tired? Let me blow on them for you." As she spoke, she held onto Meng Yuegui's hand with her left hand, and gently opened his eyes with her right hand, lightly blowing a breath of air.

"Feeling any better?" Tang Muyan didn't change his movements, causing Meng Yuruixing's heart rate to accelerate slightly.

Too close! Those pair of emerald eyes seem to have a magical allure.

Tang Muyan took out a blue silk square handkerchief and gently wiped away Meng Yuegui's tears. His crimson lips curved into a seductive arc, and Tang Muyan slowly closed the distance between them. Meng Yuegui's eyes widened in fright, but Tang Muyan stopped just before they were about to kiss.

"Sweetheart, don't forget what you promised me, okay?" he said as he sat back down.

Meng Yuaigui took a quiet breath and disdainfully said, "You can't possibly expect me to go out dressed like that, right?"

"Well, my precious baby is so adorable that even wearing women's clothes wouldn't look out of place. But I don't want other people to see." Tang Muyan made a puzzled expression.

"Meng shook his head with a gloomy expression and replied, 'Forget it then.'"

"I can come to your place, my sweetheart."

"No."

"Baby, a man can't say no." Tang Muyan smirked cunningly, and suddenly, Meng Yu returned with the impulse to strangle him.

"Tsk, if you go, don't mess with my things."

"Don't worry, I am a gentleman."

Meng Yuguifan rolled her eyes and got off the Ferris wheel.

"Sweetheart, let me escort you back. It's a good opportunity to get familiar with the family's doorstep."

"Forget it, what a troublesome fellow."

"Not a bother, not a bother."

Meng Yuen did not respond to whether to go back or not, and walked faster. The two of them chatted intermittently without any particular topic, and before they knew it, they had arrived home.

"I've arrived, you can go back now." Meng Yu gui turned around and suppressed a smile, saying, "Thank you for being willing to accompany me."

Tang Muyan was a little stunned. He didn't expect him to say that. His peach blossom eyes seemed to sparkle with shimmering water even in the dark night. His slightly raised lips resembled cherry blossom petals, exuding a holy beauty.

"Baby, you..." Before Tang Muyan could finish speaking, Meng Yuigui interrupted him, turned his face away, and said, "Um, would you like to go upstairs and have a cup of tea?"

"No."

"If you don't want to come, then don't come. I don't feel like entertaining you anyway."

"Darling, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself." Tang Muyan chuckled mischievously, his eyes exuding temptation.

"Oh, then goodbye."

"Um, you go upstairs. I'll keep an eye on you."

Mengyue's brow furrowed slightly as she cast a glance at him. Without saying a word, she turned around and ascended the stairs under Tang Muyan's watchful gaze.

"Retard calling, retard calling..."

"Hey! Jiang Yiran, what's the matter this time?" Meng Yu Gui picked up the phone and asked impatiently.

"Hey, who has provoked our young master again? Such a bad temper?"

Ah, don't mention it, I've been pretty unlucky lately. What can I do for you?

So, uh, Brother Wenren is back. Let's gather tomorrow, shall we? We can go to that bar we went to last time.

"Ah, he's back! Great, I'll definitely go." Meng Yuegui was quite excited. The person Jiang Yiran referred to as Big Brother Wenren was named Wenren Xuan, several years older than the two of them. The three of them used to play together when they were young. Because Wenren Xuan was older, he always took good care of them. For Meng Yuegui, Wenren Xuan was like a real older brother to him. A year ago, Wenren Xuan was sent to the United States by the company and couldn't free himself up. Therefore, Meng Yuegui was thrilled when he heard that he had returned.

"Okay, let's settle it then. Tomorrow night at six o'clock, we won't return until we're drunk."

"Good, I will definitely go."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Yuguimeng's depressed mood disappeared instantly. Humming a song, he slowly and leisurely arranged his painting tools. His slender fingers gripped the pencil, drawing the skirt that was in his mind onto the snow-white paper. The tip of the pen slid smoothly and rhythmically, creating clean and neat lines that jumped off the paper.

After finishing the painting, Meng Yuegui looked at his own design with some speechlessness. Where is the promised dress? It seems more like a medieval European nobleman's formal attire. Meng Yuegui looked at the men's clothing on the drawing, adorned with lace and golden patterns, feeling a little frustrated.

"Well, since I've designed it, let's make it. It looks pretty good anyway. Hmm, it seems to suit that idiot Tang Muyan well. Yeah, it must be a surprise. I definitely didn't deliberately design clothes for him," murmured Meng Yuegui as she started pondering how to make the clothing.

"Tsk, when making formal attire, one must know the measurements." Meng Ruiguai began to nervously fumble with the measuring tape.

"When the time comes, I'll try to measure it when he's not paying attention! But... how can I make sure he doesn't notice? Hmm... maybe I should ask him. But it seems like it would be really weird." Meng Yuegui anxiously tousled his hair.

"Never mind, let's talk about it later," Meng Yurui said as he put the design draft into a briefcase, his eyes gradually losing focus.

My own house isn't big, only 70 square meters. It consists of one bedroom, one studio, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

Why is it so empty for one person to live here?

"Hmm, it seems like I should get some kind of living creature as a pet."

In the darkness, a flash of red swept past...