Tenant's Secret Love

Chapter 174: Colored leaves and a humble heart

Renee said, "You're silly too, coming out in your pajamas. Usually silly women love to go shopping and grocery shopping in these thick pajamas!"

Renee looked at herself and pointed to the pattern on the clothes and asked me, 'Don't you think these clothes are funny, with the bear and the kitten?"

"It is, it's quite interesting!' I agreed.

Renee smiled and said, "I opened my phone and saw your message, so I came right out. If you had been stupid and stayed, I would have felt guilty for freezing you silly."

"As it turned out, I was a bit stupid, but..."

"But what?"

"You were in such a hurry to come out, and it definitely wasn't just because of the guilt you mentioned. You were nervous about me."

Renee looked at me and said after a moment of silence, "Okay, I admit that I was nervous about you. So, in order to stop me from being nervous, would you please go back in, drink some ginger tea, get some rest, and don't catch a cold!"

"You're not being nice!"

Renee looked a little puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"In the spirit of everyone for one another, shouldn't you make me some ginger tea? I've made it for you many times."

"But you also often make me angry to the point of death. According to this logic, should I not return the favor?"

I laughed, not picking up on Renee's words, but secretly hoping that she would also make me angry to the point of death from time to time, at least to prove that our lives were still connected. I really didn't want us to become strangers someday in the future, or to leave each other's worlds.

...

That night, Renee finally gave up on revenge and chose to put others before herself. She accompanied me back to the old house, and I did catch a cold, lying in bed and sneezing non-stop.

A moment later, Renee brought me a bowl of ginger soup she had cooked, and then sat by the bedside watching me, but I didn't have much faith in the bowl of ginger soup.

"Drink it, I cooked it exactly the way you said, and I added some brown sugar."

"Oh, it's not poisoned, that's good."

Renee ignored my indiscretion and looked at the photo frame on the TV cabinet, which contained the photos she had recently stolen from her desk drawer.

"Lucas, can you put those photos away?"

I sneezed heavily and shook my head, saying, "No, you don't know that my father personally put that frame on, do you?"

"Ah..."

"He said the photos would fade if they were stuck in a book, so he put them in a frame."

"Oh, but..."

I interrupted, "you're afraid that your pouting, cute, scissor hands will disgust others, right? ...Actually, you're worrying for nothing. No one will come to this room except you and me."

"Fine, keep them if you want. It's you who's disgusting, not me," Renee said in a slightly displeased tone.

I added fuel to the fire: "Seeing it every day, it's long since stopped being disgusting to me. It keeps evil spirits away and makes me sleep well at night, haha..."

Renee looked at me without expression, but it made me feel uneasy. Often, the calmer she acts, the more she's probably plotting to torment me. But there's nothing I can do about it. I just have a knack for getting on her nerves.