Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 66 What a pity
Sing?

Han Zhou was stunned for a while, making sure he had heard correctly, looked at Mo Yixia for two seconds, and couldn't help but joked, "Why do you suddenly want to sing? Are you in such a good mood when your mother isn't here?"

"It has nothing to do with being in a good mood, it's just that I suddenly want to sing." Mo Yixia said calmly, with the ballpoint pen still spinning on his fingertips, and asked again, "Do you want to hear what I'm singing?"

"Think, why don't you want to."

Han Zhou said with a smile, "If it weren't for the monitoring, I would immediately move this chair over to face you, and I would immediately turn around for you as soon as you sing."

"Turn around? Is there any special meaning?"

It was only then that Han Zhou remembered that there is no good voice in this world. It is normal for Mo Yixia not to understand the meaning of turning around, so he summed it up and explained: "Simply speaking, if I am willing to turn around for you, it means that I am willing to turn around for you." I like your singing."

Mo Yixia thought for a while: "As soon as I sang, you immediately turned around... So you mean, do you think my singing will sound good? I obviously haven't sung yet."

"Is not it?"

Han Zhou seemed to take it for granted. Although he had never heard of it, he really thought that Mo Yixia's singing should be good, but when asked by the other party at this time, he was a little uncertain.

So he quickly added a sentence, and said in relief, "Of course, even if your singing is not very good, as long as it is not too bad, I will still turn around for you."

"Then what if it's ugly?" Mo Yixia looked at him.

The ballpoint pen in her hand stopped turning, and her fingertips lightly touched the paper, forming a long straight line with dotted black dots.

"Isn't this nonsense, it's ugly, why are you singing?"

Han Zhou said angrily, and said earnestly, "If it's really hard to hear, please let go of yourself and my ears. You must learn to use your strengths and avoid weaknesses when doing things. Besides, my 'right to turn around' is not so cheap."

Mo Yixia gave a "tsk" and said, "I thought you would give a scumbag answer like 'As long as it's you, no matter how ugly it sounds, I'll keep listening to it'."

This answer is not exclusive to scumbags, but why does it sound familiar...

Han Zhou murmured in his heart, his face turned dark suddenly, and an unforgettable memory popped up in his mind—that was the nine-character mantra he said at Guzheng's house, and he said it in front of Guzheng's mother.

"As long as it's you, I'll be happy..."

Can't forget it, can't forget it at all.

His toes curled up so suddenly that they almost scratched the sole of his shoe.

Mo Yixia once again showed amazing insight, and his tone was a little more contemptuous: "Your expression tells me that you have indeed said similar things to someone."

Han Zhou was powerless to refute, but he really didn't want to recall it anymore, otherwise the cheap sneakers on his feet might not hold up.

He forcibly emptied his mind, and changed the subject pretending to be calm: "Aren't you going to sing, why don't you hurry up and start, my standards are very strict, now I have to seriously consider whether to turn around for you."

"When to sing is up to me, and I don't need your turn around."

Mo Yixia glanced at the time and let out a long sigh of relief, "It's time for a break, there are plums given by the girl named Zhong Yin in the refrigerator yesterday, we were brother and sister at that time, so some of them should be for you, you put Take it out and eat it, remember to wash it."

Before doing anything this morning, it was time for a break. Han Zhou secretly thought that the time passed so quickly, and asked curiously, "Don't you like eating plums?"

"I told you to listen to me carefully."

Mo Yixia sighed, "I've already eaten my part, and the rest is for you. You can also take other fruits if you want. I asked my mother to buy a lot yesterday, and pour me a glass of orange juice by the way."

Han Zhou was amused: "Are you treating yourself like an emperor, and you want me to pour you orange juice? Go and pour it yourself. It's not good to sit still for a long time. Get up and move around."

"I'm tired and want to sleep for a while." Mo Yixia said lazily.

"Tired?" Han Zhou was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly remembered the last time the other party had a fever, and wondered if this guy was sick again, so he didn't dare to be careless, "Why, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I'm just a little tired. I didn't sleep well last night."

Mo Yixia put down her pen, put her hands on the table, closed her eyes and didn't want to speak.

"Really?" Han Zhou still didn't quite believe it, and reminded, "Beforehand, if you are uncomfortable and still hold on, your mother will definitely blame me."

"You are so long-winded."

There was a little more helplessness in Mo Yixia's voice, "I'm really just tired, go and pour me orange juice."

"alright."

Han Zhou hesitated for a moment, then walked out of the study room, and returned shortly after with a plate of fruit and a glass of orange juice, "I peeled a mango, I remember you seem to like it..."

His voice gradually weakened, because Mo Yixia, who had his back turned to him, did not respond, and lowered his head slightly, he could faintly hear the sound of slow and long breathing, as if he had fallen asleep.

Didn't sleep well?
But being able to sit and fall asleep is considered a talent...

Han Zhou shook his head inwardly, walked slowly to the desk, glanced at Mo Yixia who had his eyes closed, then gently put down the fruit plate and cup, and sat on a chair beside him.

"This guy seems to be sleepy in the morning like this for the first time, or because his mother was at home before, even if he was sleepy, he didn't dare to sleep?"

Han Zhou stuffed a plum into his mouth, it was a little cold, but it was very sweet, probably Zhong Ling put the sweetest part of the plum into the bag.

He suddenly remembered the way the opponent carefully picked out the green plums and ate them without saying a word when he played chess yesterday, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, why did the mission require such a girl to cry?
Now that I am bored, and there is no Mo Yixia to chat with, Han Zhou simply uses his enhanced sense of smell to distinguish the taste of the fruits on the plate, and finally comes to a definite conclusion——

Sure enough, Mo Yixia smelled better.

The rest time ended soon, and Mo Yixia still sat on the chair and did not wake up. Han Zhou thought for a while, but he didn't have the heart to wake this guy up, so he got up and stood beside her, pretending to perform a mime.

I saw him pointing at the textbook for a while, shaking his head and thinking for a while. Under the surveillance, he looked like he was lecturing to Mo Yixia, but his movements were very light, basically silent, and would not disturb the sleeping girl.

What's interesting is that although Mo Yixia's sleeping posture is stable, she still nods her head from time to time like a normal person, like a chicken pecking at rice. It looks like she is responding to Han Zhou, expressing that she understands. .

Han Zhou almost didn't laugh out loud.

Because he was wearing a mask, he couldn't see what Mo Yixia's sleeping appearance looked like, but from his eyes alone, Han Zhou felt that this guy should be similar to Sleeping Beauty, and he didn't know what it would be like to take off the mask... …

But I have to say, this guy's eyelashes are really long...

Han Zhou looked at Mo Yixia's side face, thinking wildly in his heart, but saw that the other party opened his eyes at some point, turned his head and looked over, his eyes were calm, without the daze after waking up, making people suspect that she just Did he really fall asleep?

Seeing Han Zhou pointing at the reference book and dancing funny, Mo Yixia glanced at the time on the wall clock, seemed to understand something quickly, and pursed his lips slightly.

[Daily task 1 (Mo Yixia): 10/1 of the smiling face of the target ten times, you can get [-] point]

"What are you doing, pantomime?" she asked.

Han Zhou was a little embarrassed, and he stopped pretending, pretending to complain, "It's not just to cover you up."

Mo Yixia didn't say much, she took off her mask to reveal her delicate face, took a sip of orange juice, and asked, "You've been peeking at my sleeping appearance just now, right?"

"Peeping?" Han Zhou sneered, and said confidently, "I'm looking at it openly."

Anyway, after playing cover for so long, it's not too much to look at, right?
Mo Yixia didn't taunt him as usual, but thought for a while and said, "Did you think, 'This guy's eyes are so beautiful, he really looks like a sleeping princess'."

The meaning of Sleeping Princess is similar to that of Sleeping Beauty, and it is a well-known story in this world.

Han Zhou was shocked. Although what the other party said was slightly different from what he thought at the time, it was basically the same. You can guess this. Isn't this guy too outrageous?Where did you have the time to observe my expression?
"Looks like I guessed right."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Yixia shook his head slightly, and continued, "Then you were probably still thinking, 'It would be nice if this guy didn't wear a mask, so I can try to wake her up by kissing her lips, even though I'm not a prince, But it can also be taken advantage of...'"

The corner of Han Zhou's mouth twitched.

"What a pity."

Mo Yixia sighed, put down the orange juice that he hadn't taken a couple of sips of, and put on the mask again, covering his delicate face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes with moving moles.

"If you really did that at the time, I wouldn't necessarily have resisted."

Han Zhou couldn't bear it any longer, and wondered if this guy had a sensual dream.

"Get out! You haven't slept at all, have you?"

(End of this chapter)