I almost touched the moon

Chapter 154 Furniture Shopping

Although Cheng Che took charge of the work of custom-making furniture, Wen Song still found it a bit troublesome because he still asked for her opinion from time to time. Just when he asked Wen Song for the twelfth time what brand of bed he wanted for the bedroom and what his requirements were.

Wen Song finally raised his head from a pile of draft papers, looked at him impatiently, and answered calmly as much as possible: "It's all right. It's okay if there's no bed. You can sleep on the floor. It's up to you. Don't ask me. I don't know."

"What's the color?" Cheng Che asked again, "Off-white, natural wood color, or other colors?"

"It's all right." Wen Song sighed, "Just don't use black and white."

"What about the sofa?" Cheng Che asked, "Do you prefer Minotti or Hermes? I've picked out a few, take a look."

As he said that, he took his iPad and walked to Wen Song, asking her to choose. "I think this light gray Minotti Dylan is good for the living room. Connery is also good, but don't you think this style is a bit old-fashioned? It seems that the light gray Dylan or the light linen Goodman one is more coordinated. What do you think?"

"It's all right."

Wen Song couldn't tell any difference between those sofas. She also didn't understand why Cheng Che could spend a week just choosing a sofa and had to go to Italy to order one. Aren't all sofas the same? Couldn't he just go to IKEA and buy one?

"You don't even look at it!" Cheng Che was a little dissatisfied. He hugged her angrily and said, "Sister, this is not my home alone. You should also pay a little more attention. What if I buy it and you don't like it?"

"I like it. I'm sure I like what you buy." Wen Song smiled, took a look at the sofas that all looked the same to her, picked one at random and said, "Let's take this one."

"My sister also likes this one from Goodman. I also think it matches the decoration style of the living room better, so I decided to order this one."

He then clicked on another picture and said to Wen Song, "I have also selected some sofas for my sister in the study room. The study room should be decorated according to your study room at home. The overall style should be mainly warm colors and natural wood colors.

As for the sofa, one is this one from Minotti supermoon, which also comes with a small desk lamp. If my sister is tired from studying, she can lean on the sofa to play with her phone or read a book. The color is also cream, which is quite warm.

Another one is this Milano from Baxter. What color do you like? I think white or nabuck pearl are better. This sofa is more comfortable to lie on. If you are tired from studying, you can take a nap. Which one do you like better?"

Wen Song took a look and randomly picked one, "Let's take this one, this pearl something, it looks good for sleeping, and the color is nice too."

Seeing that she had made a choice, Cheng Che immediately smiled and said, "Then I'll go and make an order now. And ah, what brand do you like for the study chair? Do you want to buy the same one as the one you have at home? What brand is that?"

"Cheng Che, please." Wen Song felt like his head was about to explode. "The one at my house was bought by my mother's life assistant. I don't know what brand it is. Please, don't ask me. Anything is fine. How about we just go to IKEA and buy something?"

"How can we just go to IKEA and buy anything we want?" Cheng Che pouted unhappily, "My sister and I must decorate our home well, because we're going to live there forever."

"Ah Che." Wen Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "But if I graduate successfully and get a PhD from Oxford, I will go to the UK next January and won't be able to live here for long. Just buy what you like."

"But sister, won't you go back to Munich?" Cheng Che looked at her and asked, "Didn't sister say that she wanted to be a university teacher after graduating with a Ph.D.? You don't like unfamiliar places. If you become a teacher, you should also return to LMU."

"Not necessarily." Wen Song smiled deliberately and said half-jokingly, "Maybe I will continue to study for a post-doctorate, or go to ESA or NASA, or become a teacher at other universities, such as ETH."

After saying this, I couldn't help laughing.

"You can't go to ETH!" Cheng Che suddenly hugged her tightly, and started to act coquettishly, "Don't go to ETH!"

"Why?" Wen Song thought Cheng Che was so cute and couldn't help laughing. "You've already graduated, what are you afraid of? And even if you haven't graduated, I won't teach you. Or do you have some gossip at ETH that you're afraid I'll know about?"

Cheng Che grumbled and complained quietly, "Because I feel unbalanced. We are both students of ETH, but why can their astrophysics department have a professor as beautiful and elegant as my sister, while my professors are either old men or middle-aged uncles."

Wen Song laughed even more happily, poked his head and said, "You can't say that. You are going to school, not to see a beautiful professor. And even if I really become a professor, you can still study for a degree in astrophysics and then become my student."

Cheng Che immediately shook his head after hearing this, and said with some fear: "I dare not. You are so capable and rigorous, you will definitely think I am stupid and then hang me up. I may never graduate."

"Very good." Wen Song nodded and said, "It seems that you have a very accurate understanding of me. Since my freshman year, our exam pass rate has never been higher than 45%, and there are less than 1.5 people in each major with a pass rate above 5. Of course, I want them to experience the same hardships that I have experienced."

"But..." Wen Song took advantage of the situation and sat on Cheng Che's lap. He reached out his hand to touch his muscles through his T-shirt, and wandered freely on his abdominal muscles. He pressed his whole body against Cheng Che and whispered in his ear, "You are so good-looking. If you seduce me, I might make some concessions."

Cheng Che also hugged her, licked her earlobe gently, kissed her neck and collarbone, slowly unbuttoned her pajamas, and panted in her ear, "Am I not seducing you now? Please don't let me fail, okay? Professor Iseylia..."

"No, I have to defend the rigor and fairness of academic research."

Wen Song also smiled. Just when Cheng Che was about to take the last step, she broke free from his embrace, got up from him, put her clothes in order, and kissed his cheek with a sly smile, "I'm going to continue writing my thesis. You don't need to ask me about the furniture. Just buy whatever you like. I believe in your aesthetic taste."

Seeing that she was playing hard to get, Cheng Che immediately grabbed her wrist and brought her into his arms. When she was about to fall, he quickly reached out to protect the back of her head to prevent her from hitting the back of the sofa.

"You want to run away after lighting the fire? No, little fox."

After saying that, he kissed her thin lips somewhat domineeringly, arousing her desire.

"A Che..." Wen Song's voice was particularly charming, but she still broke free from his restraints, loosely hugged his waist, and deliberately made a pitiful expression and looked at him, "You promised me that you would not affect my studies. I have to write my thesis now."

Hearing her words, Cheng Che had no choice but to sigh heavily, grab her and kiss her vigorously, and let her go after a long time, saying in a deep voice: "Go ahead."

Wen Song saw that he was trying hard to control his desires, his cheeks and ears were stained with red, and even the corners of his eyes were red. He felt that he was very handsome, with a kind of abstinence sexiness, and he even had some bad intentions.

She leaned forward, bit Cheng Che's lips lightly, and said in a charming voice, "Very good, I'm going to write my paper now, please don't disturb me."

"Go back to your room early tonight." Cheng Che looked at him angrily, thinking that he would definitely not give up tonight just because she said she was tired.

"Well..." Wen Song thought for a moment and said, "It depends on whether I am sleepy today. If I am, I will go to bed early, but you can't disturb my sleep."

After saying that, he immediately returned to his desk and began to write furiously on the draft paper, as if the charming and seductive fox-like figure just now was just an illusion of Cheng Che.