There will never be another moonlit night like that.

The hazy light filters through the dark woods, casting a tranquil glow.

It faintly and subtly reveals the beauty of my lover.

—Pushkin

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Pour the pre-cooked eggs into the pan, add them to the tomatoes that have already been stir-fried a few times, and continue to stir-fry.

Continue to stir-fry.

Stir-fried tomatoes and eggs is the easiest dish to make, and also the most delicious.

Ye Zhou has never gotten tired of this dish.

Suddenly, a pair of fair arms wrapped around his waist.

Then a soft body pressed against her, carrying the fresh scent of a bath.

"Ye Zhou, can you feel it?"

The sweet voice rang in Ye Zhou's ears, so sweet it could melt your heart.

It fits perfectly.

What do you want to experience?

Ye Zhou's hand holding the spatula froze.

What is Jiang Jiayan doing all of a sudden? Is it some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder?

He really doesn't know anything about psychology.

Her soft body, even through the bathrobe, was even more alluring, making one's blood boil.

But who is Ye Zhou?

"Stay away from me, it's uncomfortable."

Ye Zhou, expressionless and with a cold face, poured the stir-fried vegetables into a prepared plate.

Jiang Jiayan pouted and let go of her hand, even though she could see her toes when she looked down.

She lifted it up herself.

It's not that there's none at all! How could it possibly feel uncomfortable?

It's clearly soft.

While Jiang Jiayan was caught in self-doubt, Ye Zhou had already served the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and the cooked rice porridge.

Jiang Jiayan, still wrapped in a bath towel, sat at the dining table, facing Ye Zhou.

I scooped up a spoonful of rice paste and put it in my mouth.

But his eyes were fixed on the boy who was engrossed in eating.

She suddenly realized that sitting with someone she liked, even if all she ate was rice porridge and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, wasn't so unbearable.

But Ye Zhou didn't even glance at her, and Jiang Jiayan was somewhat discouraged.

"Ye Zhou, your parents aren't home?"

"I went on a trip," Ye Zhou said casually.

"Oh, when are your parents coming back?"

Jiang Jiayan's probing was too obvious. Did she want to wait until his parents came back?

I almost fell into the girl's trap.

Ye Zhou looked up, his face serious. "It's none of your business."

Jiang Jiayan pouted her pink lips, "What are you doing? I was just asking casually, really just asking casually!"

Ye Zhou stared blankly at her, then glanced at the rice she had barely eaten.

Have you ever heard the saying, "One should not speak while eating or sleeping"?

"No, what does that mean?"

Jiang Jiayan, a complete academic failure, rested her chin on her hand with starry eyes, wanting to hear more from Ye Zhou.

"That's right, don't talk while eating, and don't eat while talking. Hurry up and eat!"

"oh."

Jiang Jiayan pouted, her eyes full of smiles, and began to eat obediently.

Ye Zhou looks so cute when he's serious and focused.

Jiang Jiayan originally thought she wouldn't be able to eat much, but she couldn't stop.

Well, she silently admitted to herself that it was the same rice, and her kitchen utensils were much more advanced, but Ye Zhou's cooking seemed to taste better.

And there was scrambled eggs with tomatoes; she had never eaten anything better than that, not even the smallest Western dishes.

Soon, Jiang Jiayan's bowl was empty, and a large plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes was almost completely devoured.

"Ye Zhou, look, I've finished eating."

The girl excitedly picked up the empty bowl, which was completely devoid of rice, and showed it to Ye Zhou, with an expression that seemed to say, "Look how amazing I am, please praise me."

Ye Zhou was speechless. "Well, you're really awesome."

Jiang Jiayan smiled so hard her eyes curved into crescent moons; she was in a very good mood.

"Then I'll go wash the dishes." Jiang Jiayan picked up the bowl and jumped up.

Ye Zhou felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy in an instant.

"Put it down. You can't afford to pay for the broken bowl. Don't cause me any more trouble."

If Zhou Ping finds out the bowl was broken, she'll probably nag for a while.

"Oh." The girl opened her innocent big eyes and sheepishly sat back down on the stool.

With the added advantage of his past life's power, Ye Zhou was also very adept at housework.

Put away the bowls and chopsticks, put on rubber gloves, and carefully wash the dishes at the sink.

No one likes the cleanup work after a meal, and Ye Zhou is no exception.

Jiang Jiayan was like glue to him, following him wherever he went.

Even while washing dishes, the barefoot girl watched with great interest.

The girl's delicate features drew near quickly, but Ye Zhou calmly dodged her with a quick movement.

Jiang Jiayan's fair face was flushed with a pale pink hue as she huffed and puffed.

"Ye Zhou, do you have eyes in the back of your head? How can you find me everywhere? Just let me kiss you, just one kiss, then I'll be the first girl to kiss you."

I've lost count of how many times this has happened today.

Ye Zhou looked at her helplessly.

"No, whatever you want, it's not the first time."

His words were firm and decisive, yet also like a sharp weapon that could wound.

Ye Zhou didn't know why Jiang Jiayan was so conflicted about what her first time should be.

She has already taken many of Ye Zhou's firsts.

Ye Zhou's first crush, his first gesture of affection, and the first time he learned to use a needle and thread for a girl.

For the first time, he cared about a girl even more than himself.

This is the first time I've ever considered a girl as my own life...

...

"Jiang Jiayan, you will never be my first time again."

The girl's pink fingertips curled slightly, and a complex and indescribable expression appeared on her beautiful and refined face.

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