The girl's face turned as red as a peach.

"I, I'll wait until I've finished cleaning."

After saying that, she rolled up her trousers and stepped through the sewage.

He picked up the mop and got to work with practiced ease.

I started mopping the floor with clean water.

He didn't care at all about the dirt on his body.

Ye Zhou placed the blackboard eraser on the podium.

Why didn't we discover this treasure girl in my previous life?

Ye Zhou strode over and stood in front of An Youhe.

He stretched out his finger and gently stroked the tip of her small nose.

An Youhe: "Hmm?"

He took the mop and handed over the tissues with his other hand.

"There's powder on your face, wipe it off properly, I'll take care of it."

The girl took the tissue blankly. She remembered that when she looked up and wiped the blackboard, there would indeed be a lot of chalk dust. So she wiped the chalk dust off her face.

"I, I'll procrastinate. I do these things all the time, it's okay."

Ye Zhou stopped what he was doing and looked at the girl, but the girl immediately looked away.

What a coward.

Ye Zhou smiled almost imperceptibly, "From now on, you won't need to do any of these things while you're by my side."

An Youhe leaned against the table, her thick bangs covering most of her face.

A girl's blush is more powerful than a long confession.

"Later," Ye Zhou said, "later!"

Finally, Anyou helped put all the cleaning supplies back in their places.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."

The boy's face wore a gentle smile, like the morning sun—warm and just right.

"I, I..."

"You are not allowed to refuse," Ye Zhou said firmly.

*

"Is this all you need?"

Ye Zhou originally wanted to treat her to a meal at a restaurant, but she ended up ordering a bowl of instant noodles.

Three yuan for boiled instant noodles with a few leafy greens...

An You nodded obediently.

Actually, instant noodles are her favorite food. Every morning she can see a long queue at the instant noodle window.

She only buys a bowl when she's indulging in a little luxury.

Ye Zhou looked at the girl in front of him, feeling a mix of emotions.

An Youhe is so sensible, it's almost heartbreaking.

Ye Zhou didn't say anything, as the restaurant was nearing its end.

Only one light was on.

The two people are eating face to face.

How tall are you?

"Huh?" An Youhe blinked her grape-like, bright black eyes and honestly answered, "One meter, six."

She appeared calm, keeping her head down as she ate her meal with composure.

Actually, my heart was pounding.

Why did Ye Zhou suddenly ask me about my height?

"Ah! I knew it, it's too short, isn't it?"

"Is he considering the height issue?"

"Now I have absolutely no hope."

I feel like crying again.

"No, I can't cry in front of Ye Zhou, or he'll hate me too."

An Youhe thought to herself, otherwise why would Ye Zhou have pursued Jiang Jiayan for so many years?

Jiang Jiayan is 168cm tall, a goddess-like figure, and beautiful.

An Youhe, who had thought so much, would never have imagined that Ye Zhou had just asked casually.