Chapter 20
"A friend of mine did something wrong and made his wife angry. No matter how he tried to appease her, it didn't work. Apologizing was useless. What should he do to make his wife calm down?"
Li Mingjin looked at Zhou Yao meaningfully: "A friend, which friend of yours?"
"You don't know him." Zhou Yao said vaguely, "Just tell me if there is any way."
Li Mingjin had a look that showed he knew everything: "Do you have a cigarette? Give me one."
"I don't smoke that stuff." Zhou Yao has no interest in cigarettes. "If you want to smoke, I'll buy you two packs some other day."
"Forget it, I just want to smoke secretly. Your sister-in-law is four months pregnant and can't stand the smell of cigarettes. I haven't touched a cigarette for more than a month... Well, I'm telling you, this woman is actually very easy to please. Buy her something she likes and I guarantee she will calm down!"
"The last time I made your sister-in-law angry, she rushed to the county the next day and bought her two boxes of vanishing cream. She also spent a huge amount of money on a pair of small leather shoes! Your sister-in-law was so happy that she was very gentle and obedient to me for the past half month. She did whatever I said."
Li Mingjin obviously likes to show off to others how good he is to his wife. Once he starts talking, he can't stop. He talked about everything from what happened last month to the time when he just got married.
Zhou Yao was a little annoyed, so he patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "Okay, thanks. I'll bring you two packs of cigarettes next time."
Li Mingjin hissed, "I've already told you that your sister-in-law doesn't allow me to smoke... You can give it to me secretly when the time comes, and don't let your sister-in-law know! Okay, I won't waste your time, I'm going home now."
"Girl Yue, I'm going home."
"Okay, cousin, be careful on the road." Wen Yue responded with a faint smile.
After Li Mingjin left, Wen Yue continued to walk forward, while Zhou Yao continued to follow her. The two walked all the way to the village entrance, walked along the downstream of the river, and then returned the same way.
It was time to get off work, and on the way back, he met many villagers carrying farm tools. Wen Yue used the original owner's memory to recognize people, and basically greeted everyone he met with a smile.
Zhou Yao also called people expressionlessly, calling them whatever Wen Yue called him.
"Hello, Auntie Hua."
"Hello, Uncle Li."
"Hello, Mrs. Zhang."
“…”
Villagers: "..."
The sun rose in the west. Zhou Yao actually called out to people one day. You know, when they met Zhou Yao on the road, he would not even look at them, let alone say hello, no matter who you were or what relationship you had with him.
Although Zhou Yao's expression was very cold when he greeted them, as if someone was holding a knife to his neck and forcing him, he did call for help!
Even after Wen Yue and Zhou Yao had walked away, everyone was still a little dazed.
"Just now, Zhou Yao was greeting me, right? His Uncle Li was calling me Uncle Li. Why did he call me Uncle Li... Oh, he is married to Miss Wen Yue."
"This is the first time I heard Zhou Yao call me brother. Hey, I must be dreaming. Why doesn't it feel real at all?"
"I used to see him as if he didn't care about anyone, but today he followed his wife and took the initiative to call someone. It turns out that men will become better after getting married. That's why it's better for men to get married early..."
"If you ask me, Wen Yue is quite capable. Zhou Yao is a notorious scoundrel who can even beat up his own uncle. Now he is so obedient and follows her to call for help. Wow, it's not easy!"
The villagers had nothing to do except work, so what had just happened was spread wildly and mentioned over and over again.
Wen Yue went straight to the kitchen to prepare lunch when she got home.
Zhou Yao was very attentive: "I'll help you wash the vegetables."
Wen Yue glanced at him: "Thank you."
She turned to wash the rice and put it in the pot, then saw Zhou Yao cutting vegetables and sitting by the stove preparing to light a fire.
"I'll cook it later." Zhou Yao said in a deep voice.
Wen Yue smiled: "It's okay, I know how to make a fire now." After she said that, she picked up a match, lit the dry grass and stuffed it into the stove. She held the flint and dug inside twice, and an orange-red flame with a scorching temperature immediately jumped out.
Zhou Yao: “…”
I’m not happy. I’m really not happy.
He couldn't tell what he felt. He frowned and cut the vegetables faster. Then he hung the knife on the wall and said, "I'm done. I'll light the fire."
"Yeah, okay." Wen Yue got up to cook.
She casually fried some stir-fried cucumber and meat and braised eggplant, and deliberately divided the dishes into two plates, one with more and one with less.
Zhou Yao raised his eyes and glanced at it, his expression froze, and a bad feeling surged in his heart: "How can you put two plates on it?"
Wen Yue said without even looking up: "You've eaten too much, let's eat separately. Didn't you say last night that I was too controlling? I've thought about it carefully, and you do have some truth in what you said. I shouldn't force my habits on you. Let's eat separately, and you'll be comfortable and I'll be happy too."
"As long as your thinking doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than problems."
Wen Yue smiled at Zhou Yao. When she smiled, her eyes became crescent-shaped and two small pear-shaped swirls appeared uncontrollably around her mouth.
In the past, Zhou Yao’s mood would improve whenever he saw her smile, but now he just wanted to reach out and pinch her face to stop her from laughing.
How can this girl hold a grudge like this? She doesn't take his kindness to heart at all, but only remembers his bad behavior. Even an apology is useless! How can she be bullied by her uncle's family when she has such a stubborn temper? Or is she just angry with him?
Thinking of the latter possibility, Zhou Yao's depression suddenly eased a little, and the corners of his mouth even curled up a little.
Realizing that he was happy, Zhou Yao's expression froze. He raised his hands and pressed the corners of his mouth hard, pinching them twice.
No, he is happy about something. He is sick.
Zhou Yao sighed, "Wen Yue, I'll tell you again, don't take what I said last night seriously, just treat it as bullshit. I don't mind you being too nosy, I really don't mind, I'm especially happy to wash my hands, really, I like washing my hands before meals the most."
He emphasized it very seriously.
Wen Yue almost couldn't hold back her laughter, but luckily she managed to control it, pursed her red lips, and replied calmly: "Okay, I get it, let's eat."
He still didn't put the dishes back. He served himself some rice and walked back to the room with the dishes without looking back.
Zhou Yao's eyes darkened and he stood up, carrying the meal and strode after him.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was silent and solemn.
Wen Yue finished eating first, cleared the dishes and prepared to wash them.
"Leave it here and I'll wash it together later." Zhou Yao reached out and grabbed Wen Yue's wrist, pulling her back to sit on the stool, and said in a more serious tone: "I'll wash it with hot water, three times."
Wen Yue groaned, lowered her eyes to look at the big hand holding her wrist, stood up again, pursed her lips and smiled: "No, I can wash it myself."
Zhou Yao couldn't hold back his anger any longer after being rejected since he woke up in the morning. He lowered his voice and said, "Wen Yue, I've already apologized to you and told you there won't be a next time. What else do you want? What do you want me to do to calm you down? Can you just tell me?"
He was really impatient. He had never apologized to anyone in his life. The only time he did so, the other party simply ignored him.
Zhou Yao laughed angrily, sitting on the stool and looking straight at Wen Yue with his dark and sinister eyes. Even when he was sitting, the sense of oppression coming from him did not weaken at all, but made him look even more ferocious.
Wen Yue pursed her lips, and the little pear swirl disappeared. She slowly replied: "I have also said it many times, I forgive you for what happened last night."
She didn't want to tell the real reason for her anger. She was emotionally awkward and thought that she had been treated coldly once and couldn't do it again. What if she told him and Zhou Yao thought she was making a big deal out of nothing?
"So what do you mean now? Eat separately, wash dishes separately. What's the next step? Are you going to just move out?" Zhou Yao questioned in a deep voice. He exerted a little force on the hand holding the chopsticks, and veins bulged on the back of his hand.
He blurted out: "We haven't gotten married yet, so you can just find a new man. It's better to find a man from the city. Men in the city are clean and you will definitely like that more..."
"Zhou Yao." Wen Yue interrupted him, her voice soft, "If you continue talking, I will move immediately."
Zhou Yao immediately shut up with a grim look on his face.
Wen Yue turned around and left the room with the dishes in her hand.
In the afternoon, she took a half-hour nap, then got up and sat at the door, reading a book. Zhou Yao was still at home, and it was unclear what he was doing, just wandering back and forth.
Wen Yue kept catching a glimpse of a tall figure moving constantly in her peripheral vision, and she couldn't concentrate at all. She frowned, closed the book, looked up and asked: "What do you want to say?"
"I didn't want to say anything." Zhou Yao stopped walking and said expressionlessly: "I was exercising and moving around."
Wen Yue was speechless: "...Okay."
She simply stopped reading, got up and went back to her room to take out an old-fashioned floral top she brought from the Wen family, and prepared to alter it. She only had a few pieces of clothing, it would be a shame to throw them away, the color was not ugly, and she could wear it after altering it.
Wen Yue had thought about how to change it in advance, so she picked up the scissors and cut it with two clicks.
Zhou Yao started to make noises with an expressionless face again, his eyes were always on Wen Yue. He inadvertently brushed over her slender white fingers, clearly seeing the red dots on her soft fingertips, like tiny wounds left by something poking her.
Thinking of the shirt in the room, Zhou Yao's anger instantly dissipated. He scratched his hair, his eyes darkened, and turned to walk out of the yard.
Wen Yue raised her eyes to glance at his back, then retracted her gaze and continued with the work in her hands.
About ten minutes later, Zhou Yao came back, carrying a bucket to fetch water.
As soon as he left, Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao came over. They walked into the yard with a smile and asked Wen Yue if Zhou Yao was there.
"He just went out to fetch water." Wen Yue answered softly.
"Oh, my brother is really hardworking." Ren Yeliang approached Wen Yue with a playful smile and asked curiously: "What is sister-in-law doing?"
Wen Yue: “Alter clothes.”
Ren Yeliang kept praising her for her cleverness and dexterity, saying that not only could she cook delicious meals, she could also alter clothes. He kept saying nice things to her as if they were free.
Wen Yue felt embarrassed by the compliment and put down the work in her hands: "It's not as exaggerated as you say..."
"Of course there is." Ren Yeliang confirmed, chatting about this and that, "By the way, sister-in-law, your aunt hasn't come to bother you recently, has she?"
Wen Yue shook her head: “No.”
Ren Yeliang: "That's good. If she comes to bother you again, tell Brother Yao and we'll go put the sack on Wen Hua and beat her up!"
Wen Yue blinked twice and said in surprise: "...Wen Hua, was it you who did that?"
Ren Shiliang smiled: "Yes, Brother Yao took me and Lao Fang to the scene. He said that he must give your uncle a lecture and warning. She is so precious to Wen Hua. We beat Wen Hua up. If she wants to bully her sister-in-law in the future, you will definitely not dare to do so."
Wen Yue had a complicated expression and didn't say anything. No wonder Zhou Yao looked a little weird when she told him about this.
"Sister-in-law, are you still angry with your brother?" Ren Yeliang asked cautiously.
Wen Yue pursed her lips: "Zhou Yao told you guys."
Ren Yeliang waved his hands hurriedly: "Sister-in-law, please don't misunderstand me. Brother Yao would not tell us this. Brother Yao just came to us and said that we would go to the city tomorrow. I saw that he was not in a good mood, so I guessed it myself."
Wen Yue narrowed her eyes slightly and said nothing.
"Sister-in-law, I'm not saying I'm on Brother Yao's side, I just want to explain a few words to him." Ren Yeliang said seriously, "Our brother has a bad temper, but he's really a nice person. He's tough on the outside but soft on the inside. And he's actually never been around girls since he was a child, and he doesn't know how to say sweet words, he's very straightforward."
"If there's anything that makes you unhappy, or if you've done something wrong, just tell him directly. I can see that Brother Yao really cares about you, sister-in-law. I've never seen him care so much about anyone else. Lao Fang and I sincerely hope that Brother Yao and sister-in-law will be fine."
"Yesterday, Brother Yao really wanted to come back earlier, but that elder kept holding him back. He had helped Brother Yao before, and he was going to Shanghai with his family soon, so he might not come back. Brother Yao couldn't refuse directly, so he could only continue drinking with him."
Ren Yeliang spoke with great sincerity, as if it was from the bottom of his heart.
Wen Yue didn't know how to reply for a moment. She was silent for two seconds and sighed: "I'm not..."
"Why are you two here?" Zhou Yao stepped into the yard carrying a bucket of water, and frowned when he saw Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao.
He glanced at Wen Yue, frowned and asked in a deep voice: "What are you talking about?"
Ren Yeliang laughed: "Nothing to say, just watching my sister-in-law altering clothes. Brother Yao, my sister-in-law is really amazing, she can even alter clothes, they look pretty good."
Zhou Yao looked at him suspiciously, then turned to ask Fang Shitao: "What are you two doing here?"
Fang Shitao said gloomily: "It's a bit boring staying at home, so I came over to chat." He was just naive but not stupid, and he knew what he could say and what he couldn't say.
"Okay." Zhou Yao nodded. "If you have free time, come with me to the mountain to chop some firewood."
He poured the water in the bucket into the water tank, took the backpack and axe, and forcibly dragged Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao out of the yard.
After leaving the yard, Zhou Yao's expression immediately turned cold. He squinted his eyes and looked at the two people expressionlessly: "Tell me, what did you just say?"
Ren Yeliang looked innocent: "I didn't say anything. We just came over and saw my sister-in-law sitting there cutting clothes. I was a little curious, so I asked her."
Zhou Yao: "...Okay, I'll trust you this time."
He stressed: "You two are not allowed to meddle in my affairs, and don't say anything."
Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao nodded repeatedly.
Wen Yue and her friend had some noodles for dinner in the evening.
Zhou Yao ate very quickly. After he finished eating, he sat aside in silence. When Wen Yue finished eating, he stood up and snatched the dishes in front of her and went to the kitchen.
Wen Yue: “…”
She was stunned for two seconds, looking at the empty seat, feeling both amused and helpless.
As for?
Wen Yue slowly got up and walked to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, watching Zhou Yao washing dishes with hot water. After watching for more than a minute and preparing to speak, he said without raising his head: "The hot water in the back pot is boiling, do you want to take a shower now or wait a while?"
"Now." Wen Yue replied.
Zhou Yao nodded: "Okay, I'll help you carry it in."
Wen Yue said thank you and added water to the bucket. When she came out of the shower, there was no one in the kitchen. She hung up the towel and glanced at Zhou Yao's room. The door was half-open and she couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.
She slowed down her pace and walked slowly to the door of her room. Seeing that Zhou Yao had no intention of coming out, she pursed her lips and went into the room.
…
The next day, when Wen Yue woke up, the house was empty.
She thought of what Ren Yeliang had said yesterday afternoon: they were going to the city to buy things today, so she slowly washed, ate, and read.
It was not until noon that Wen Yue saw Zhou Yao coming back. He was carrying something wrapped in cloth in his hand. It looked quite large.
She glanced at it curiously.
Zhou Yao seemed to be in a good mood. He put down the basket and the unknown object covered by the cloth and walked to Wen Yue: "Guess what that is."
Wen Yue looked at it for a few times and shook her head: "I can't guess."
"Sewing machine." Zhou Yao raised his eyebrows slightly and peeled off the black cloth with one hand, revealing a brand new black sewing machine. His expression was calm and indifferent. "Don't you like to alter clothes? It's more convenient to use a sewing machine."
"I bought you two pairs of leather shoes, and some makeup. I don't understand these things, so you can look at them yourself."
They were all fancy stuff, and Zhou Yao wasn't sure whether Wen Yue would like them. He bought them based on the recommendations of the salesperson in the department store.
Wen Yue was stunned: "They were all bought for me."
Zhou Yao: "Yes, come and see if you like it."
Wen Yue hesitated for two seconds, then stood up and walked over.
There were many things in the backpack, including the two pairs of leather shoes that Zhou Yao mentioned, as well as some beauty cream, pearl cream, powder, anti-wrinkle cream, color-changing lipstick, etc.
"How about it, do you like it?" Zhou Yao asked closely, his dark and deep eyes fixed on Wen Yue's face, not missing any of her subtle expressions.
Although he seemed nonchalant, his palms were actually sweating.
The longer Wen Yue remained silent, the faster his heart beat.
"Thank you, I like it very much." Wen Yue felt Zhou Yao's flattery and softened her heart. She raised her eyelids and stared into his eyes and said seriously: "Let's talk it over."
Zhou Yao was stunned for two seconds, then quickly nodded and said, "Okay."
Wen Yue: "Let's talk inside."
The two of them entered the room and sat facing each other at the table. Zhou Yao sat very straight, with his back straight and his hands on the table. His deep and handsome eyebrows showed some anxiety. He looked like a student who was called to the office by the class teacher to write a self-review because of making a mistake.
Wen Yue couldn't help but bend her eyes and said softly: "It's just a casual chat, you don't have to be so nervous."
"What are you nervous about? I'm not nervous." Zhou Yao was stubborn and secretly put down his hands to rub the sweat on his trouser legs. "What do you want to talk about?"
Wen Yue didn't expose his stubbornness: "Let's just talk about what I'm angry about."
Zhou Yao immediately perked up, his eyes sparkling.
Wen Yue lowered her eyes and didn't look him in the eye, hiding the embarrassment in her eyes, and whispered: "The first reason for being angry is that you said you would come back for dinner, but you came back so late and drank. The second reason is that you think I bother you."
Zhou Yao suddenly interrupted: "That's because I'm not in my right mind. I don't find you annoying, not at all. If you don't believe me, I can swear on it."
"No need to swear." Wen Yue smiled and continued, "The third reason is the most important one. You refused to tell me anything. What were you doing in the city? Why didn't you bring me with you to meet relatives at Grandma Fang's house to drink? Why were you in a bad mood? You didn't tell me any of this. I felt like I was still an outsider..."
Zhou Yao's brows began to wrinkle, and he replied very straightforwardly: "I asked you before, and you said you didn't want to care."
Wen Yue: "..." Girls always say one thing and mean another! Do you know what it means to say one thing and mean another?
Obviously, Zhou Yao, a straight man, didn't know what it meant to say one thing and mean another. He frowned and continued to explain, "As for drinking, I thought I would be back soon, so I didn't plan to drink much. I didn't bring you because if you went, you wouldn't be able to eat properly, and you might even have to cook in the kitchen. I didn't want you to work."
"And he's not really a relative, he's just a friend of my dad's. I don't think we'll ever meet again. I was in a bad mood because when I was drinking I thought of some unhappy things in the past. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd laugh at me after you knew."
Zhou Yao raised his eyebrows again and said frankly: "I am a face-conscious person."
Wen Yue: “…”
Wen Yue looked at him: "You are embarrassed now."
"My wife is about to run away, why do I still need to save face?" Zhou Yao said in a low voice. Seeing that Wen Yue's expression was finally not as cold and distant as yesterday, his tense body relaxed a little, and he moved the stool under him back a little, freeing his long legs that were bent pitifully under the table.
Wen Yue blushed when she heard this.
She tried her best to keep her composure, ignoring the slowly rising temperature of her skin, and said calmly: "Then tell me, what unhappy things have come to your mind?"
“It’s about my dad.”
Zhou Yao's long, bony fingers were resting lazily on the table, his eyes were slightly closed, and his long, thick, curled eyelashes hid the emotions in his eyes: "I don't have a good relationship with my father. Since my mother passed away, I have never called him dad again."
Wen Yue was stunned, and subconsciously searched her mind for the plot and memories related to Zhou Yao.
However, Zhou Yao was only a minor supporting role in the novel, with even less screen time than the original owner. He was only said to be a notorious gangster in the village, and the original owner died a few years after marrying him, and there was no more plot or information about him afterwards.
The original owner didn't have that memory either, after all, she didn't have much contact with Zhou Yao before marriage.
"After my mother passed away, he treated me as if I didn't exist. He worked from dawn to dusk every day, and didn't care about anything at home. I was still young, about five or six years old, and my grandmother couldn't bear to see me like this, so she kept me by her side to look after me."
"He blamed me for my mother's death because I didn't say no when my mother asked me if I wanted a brother or sister. That's why my mother died in childbirth, leaving two lives." Zhou Yao said calmly.
Perhaps he thought it was very interesting and chuckled twice.
Wen Yue's expression was a little complicated.
She didn't expect Zhou Yao's father to be so unreliable. How could such an accident of death in childbirth be blamed on Zhou Yao? He was only five or six years old at that time. What could he understand...
"I remember one time, a few kids in the village who were two years older than me scolded me for having neither a mother nor a father, saying that I had a mother who gave birth to me but didn't raise me, and that my father didn't care about me. I got into a fight with them and broke one of them's heads. Then their family members came to my house to look for me."
"I explained to my grandma why we were fighting, and he said: These kids are right, I have no mother and no father, he is not my father, just treat him as dead."
Wen Yue's eyes widened and she couldn't help but say: "How could he say that..."
"He's actually not wrong." Zhou Yao said calmly, "He died on the day my mother died."
First of all, her mother-in-law and father-in-law must have a very good relationship.
Secondly, having such an unreliable father must have been in bad luck in his previous life.
Finally, I felt pity for Zhou Yao.
"After the reform and opening up, he left in 1980, saying he was going out to have some fun. He didn't say hello to anyone at home. He only came back twice, once in 1983 when my grandfather passed away, and once in 1986 when he came back because he was ill and couldn't be cured. He said he should be buried next to my mother when he died."
When Zhou Yao talked about these things, his expression was very calm, as if he was talking about things that happened to other people. His eyes were also very cold, without any emotion at all.
Wen Yue was silent for two seconds and said softly: "Auntie's death has nothing to do with you."
"I know." Zhou Yao said, glancing at her and frowning: "Why call me auntie? You are my daughter-in-law, you should follow me and call me mom, or mother-in-law."
Wen Yue pretended not to hear this and changed the subject: "Do you think I will laugh at you if I know this?" Is she that kind of person?
Zhou Yao could clearly see the sympathy and pity in those beautiful, moist eyes. He raised his brows and smiled, saying in a low, deep voice, "No, I was just kidding."
"Are you still angry now?"
Wen Yue's eyes flickered for a while, and her attitude softened. She was no longer as distant as before, and she muttered softly: "I'm not angry anymore, but if you still act like this in the future, I really won't pay any attention to you."
"Don't worry, I won't make the same mistake again." Zhou Yao finally put his heart at ease. He raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead and asked tentatively: "Don't wash my hands separately when you eat in the future. Wash them twice."
Wen Yue chuckled, her eyes curved into crescent shapes, and she tilted her head: "Okay, remember what you said."
"By the way, did you see the clothes I put in your room?"
Zhou Yao hummed: "I saw it."
"Have you tried it on? Does it fit?" Wen Yue asked. "If it doesn't fit, I'll make some alterations. It just so happens that you bought a sewing machine, so I can try it out."
Zhou Yao: “I haven’t tried it yet.”
Wen Yue urged him to try it now.
Zhou Yao was not happy about it, his dark sword-like brows furrowed, and he negotiated: "You sweated before trying me now, try me after you take a shower tonight."
"Try it on now! Just wash it after you try it on. The sun will dry it quickly. You can wear it tomorrow."
Zhou Yao was persuaded by Wen Yue's words and turned to leave the room.
Wen Yue thought Zhou Yao would change his clothes in his room before coming over, but he came over with the clothes in his hand, and in front of her, he lifted the hem of the clothes and pulled it up——
The man's strong, muscular body suddenly came into view. As he raised his hands to take off his clothes, the tendons between his arms were faintly visible, and his abdominal muscles were stretched into a line, sinking into the waist of his pants.
Wen Yue froze, her eyes a little bewildered, and she glanced around the room, but she couldn't help but pull her eyes back to his chest and abdominal muscles.
Taking off his vest, Zhou Yao grabbed the shirt on the stool, shook it, and put it on.
Wen Yue specially made this shirt with a loose fit. Although it was a bit loose, it should be more comfortable. However, she still underestimated Zhou Yao's muscles. The loose shirt was propped up by his muscles.
Although his clothes hide bulging muscles, he doesn't look fat or strong. Instead, he looks two points thinner than before he put on the clothes.
This is the figure that looks thin when undressed and has flesh when dressed.
Zhou Yao was buttoning his shirt slowly, the difference between his slender, bony brown fingers and the color of his shirt was obvious. His chest was a little tense, and the outline of his chest muscles was very clear.
As he buttoned his shirt, he looked up at Wen Yue. His dark and deep eyes carried a strong sense of aggression, as well as a bit of indescribable temptation and ambiguity.
Wen Yue knew without even looking that her face must be very red.
Zhou Yao did it on purpose, taking off his clothes and changing clothes in front of her
Wen Yue shyly looked away, "...Does it fit? Is it too small?"
"Not too small, just right." Zhou Yao moved twice, looking very satisfied, and replied with a curled lip. Then he asked in confusion: "Why is your face so red? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
His brows furrowed instantly, and he took two steps to Wen Yue and touched her forehead with his hand. The heat and hormones emanating from the man made her face even redder.
Wen Yue slapped Zhou Yao's hand away and pushed him out the door, speaking quickly: "I'm fine, just a little hot. Just make sure it fits. I'm a little sleepy. You can wash the clothes yourself. I'll take a nap."
Push the person out and close the door mercilessly.
Zhou Yao: ""
The next second, the door opened a crack, and Wen Yue threw the vest left on the stool into his arms, and the door closed again.
Zhou Yao: “.”
It's only a few o'clock and I'm already sleepy. Didn't I just wake up not long ago?
Zhou Yao went back to the house with an expressionless face, holding the vest in his arms, changed his shirt, applied soap and washed it carefully twice, and shook it several times before hanging it on the clothesline.
I have to wash it clean so I can wear it out and show it off tomorrow.
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