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"This land, especially new land, needs to be carefully cultivated in order to grow good crops."

As Shen Shiyan bent over and wielded the hoe, he explained the process in detail to Liu Yunshu.

Holding a crabapple tree, Liu Yunshu asked in confusion, "But brother, we planted a crabapple tree."

Shen Shiyan straightened up and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

His gaze fell on the crabapple tree with new leaves in her arms, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Silly girl, flowers are just as precious as crops. Look at this freshly turned soil, it's loose and soft, so the roots can go deep and absorb nutrients."

Once the soil was thoroughly turned over, Chen Shiyan put down the hoe and squatted down.

With fingertips, I gently dug a hole of suitable depth in the soil, carefully brushed away some of the old soil tangled around the roots, and then steadily placed the crabapple seedling into the hole.

He casually picked up a bowl of water, took a big gulp, and sprayed it all over the crabapple blossoms with a "pfft".

The crabapple petals, moistened by the water droplets, instantly acquired a translucent luster.

The petals unfurled in the wind, trembling slightly, and dew dripped down, wetting a patch of skin.

"Alright, that concludes today's planting lesson. Let's go back inside."

As soon as the two entered the room, it started to rain outside.

Liu Yunshu looked out the window; rain streaked across the window frame, spreading tiny watermarks on the glass.

"It's raining. The crabapple trees were just planted; will the rain damage them?"

Shen Shiyan's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at the crabapple blossoms outside the window. "No, this crabapple tree is of the highest quality; it won't be easily damaged."

If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have set the data so low.

She took a soft breath and looked out the window, where the rain was gradually getting heavier.

Shen Shiyan raised his hand and turned off the floor lamp in the living room, leaving only the pattering rain outside the window and their clear heartbeats.

It had been raining outside for most of the night, while inside, Shen Shiyan and Liu Yunshu sat on the sofa eating green plums.

The rain outside the window had lessened a bit, pattering against the glass like a gentle lullaby.

Liu Yunshu nestled in Shen Shiyan's arms, her cheek pressed against his warm chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling a lazy warmth emanating from her whole body.

The awkwardness and excitement from just now still lingered on my lips, but they have now transformed into a sense of security and reliance.

Shen Shiyan gently combed her slightly messy hair with his fingertips, his movements incredibly gentle.

He looked down at the girl in his arms, her eyelashes trembling slightly, his eyes overflowing with affection.

All the restraint and struggle he had just put up crumbled in the face of her stubborn yet earnest gaze.

"Is it still sour?" he asked softly, his fingertips gently caressing the corner of her lips, where the slight astringency of the green plum seemed to linger.

Liu Yunshu shook her head and snuggled closer to him, like a spoiled kitten: "It's not sour anymore, brother's tastes sweeter."

Shen Shiyan chuckled softly, the vibrations in her chest making her feel ticklish.

He tightened his arms, holding her even closer, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

"Don't be so reckless again." His voice had a hint of hoarseness, and an unyielding doting affection.

Liu Yunshu nodded obediently, drawing circles on his chest with her fingertips, and muttered softly, "So, do you like this gift?" We'll talk about it later.

Shen Shiyan lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, his tone solemn and tender: "Liking you is the best gift I've ever received."

He paused, then added, "This gift is so precious that I will cherish it for the rest of my life."

Liu Yunshu's heart felt as soft as if it had been soaked in warm water.

She looked up and gently pecked his chin, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Then you must keep it safe and don't lose it."

"Yes, I will definitely not lose it." Shen Shiyan looked into her bright eyes and made a serious promise.

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Liu Yunshu was awakened by a ray of sunlight shining through a gap in the curtains.

She shifted slightly and realized she was still nestled in Shen Shiyan's arms, his arms tightly encircling her waist as if afraid she would run away.

Shen Shiyan was still asleep. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids. His nose was high and straight, and his lips were a slightly darker color than usual.

The morning light fell on his face, adding a touch of languid tenderness to his usually gentle features.

Liu Yunshu was so engrossed in watching him that she couldn't help but reach out her fingertip and gently touch his eyelashes.

Shen Shiyan's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, which were always smiling, were now slightly hazy from just waking up, reflecting the morning light as if they held shattered stars.

"Awake?" His voice was hoarse from just waking up, which sounded especially pleasant.

Caught red-handed, Liu Yunshu shrank further under the covers, somewhat embarrassed, and nodded, her voice barely a whisper: "Mmm."

Shen Shiyan chuckled softly, tightened his arms around her, and pulled her closer to his chest, letting her cheek rest against his. "Want to sleep a little longer?"

"No," Liu Yunshu shook her head, pressing her ear against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, "I've had enough sleep."

She paused, looked up at him, a mischievous smile in her eyes: "Brother Shiyan, were the green plums from yesterday... delicious?"

Shen Shiyan's eyes deepened, and he lowered his head to place a kiss on her forehead, his tone tinged with a sigh: "Mmm, sweet and sour, with an unforgettable aftertaste."

Liu Yunshu blushed at his words and punched him lightly, but he took her hand in return.

His palms were warm, enveloping her hand, the warmth spreading from her fingertips to the depths of her heart.

"Are you hungry?" Shen Shiyan asked. "I'll go make breakfast."

Liu Yunshu nodded: "Hungry."

Shen Shiyan got up and put on his bathrobe. Looking at Liu Yunshu, who was still wrapped in the quilt like a kitten, his smile was so deep it couldn't be hidden.

"Stay put, I'll be fine soon."

As Liu Yunshu watched his retreating figure disappear into the kitchen, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

A moment later, Shen Shiyan walked in, bent down and pinched her cheek, and said with a light laugh, "Get up and have breakfast."

Liu Yunshu threw off the blanket, revealing a faint red mark on her shoulder, which glowed with a hazy pink in the morning light.

She reached out and hooked her arm around Shen Shiyan's neck, snuggling into his arms like a spoiled child: "I want you to carry me to wash up, brother."

Shen Shiyan smiled helplessly yet indulgently, picked up the shirt beside him and put it on her, then bent down and picked her up.

Liu Yunshu clung to him like a koala. Shen Shiyan carried her to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and washed her face for her, and then carried her to the restaurant.

A simple yet exquisite breakfast is laid out on the table: golden-brown fried eggs and toast with slightly charred edges.

There was also a cup of steaming milk, with a small dish of sliced ​​strawberries on the side, as red as little agates.

Liu Yunshu was placed on a chair and watched as Shen Shiyan pushed the milk in front of her and carefully spread strawberry jam on her toast. The smile in his eyes was as sweet as honey.

She picked up a fork and poked at the egg, then suddenly looked up and asked, "Brother, did you often cook for yourself before?"

Shen Shiyan was pouring himself some milk when he heard this. He turned around to look at her, a smile playing on his lips: "I make this occasionally. Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Liu Yunshu forked a piece of egg and put it in her mouth. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a light salty aroma. Her eyes lit up as soon as she took a bite.

"Delicious! A hundred times better than the school cafeteria food!"

Shen Shiyan was amused by her exaggerated expression and reached out to wipe away a bit of egg yolk from the corner of her mouth: "Eat slowly, no one is going to take it from you."

After Shen Shiyan finished his meal, he saw that Liu Yunshu was still eating. He patted her head and said, "Take your time eating. I'll go tidy up the sofa and the room first."

With a mouthful of toast, Liu Yunshu nodded vaguely, watching Shen Shiyan turn and walk into the living room.

Shen Shiyan moved quickly, and by the time Liu Yunshu finished eating and came out, the soaked sofa had been cleaned up.

The scattered cushions from last night were neatly arranged in the corner, and the air seemed to still retain a faint scent of locust blossoms, which, mixed with the pine scent on his body, smelled especially pleasant.

Liu Yunshu walked over, gently hugged his waist from behind, pressed her cheek against his back, and said softly, "Brother is so amazing."

Shen Shiyan turned around, ruffled her hair, and smiled. "All packed up? Want to come back to school with me?"

Liu Yunshu nodded, then suddenly remembered something and looked up at him: "What about my clothes..."

Shen Shiyan had already thought of this, and pointed to the clothes folded on the sofa: "I had the housekeeper bring over a set last night, see if it fits."

Liu Yunshu walked over and picked up the clothes. It was a beige turtleneck sweater paired with a light khaki straight skirt. The fabric was soft and skin-friendly, just the style she liked.

She looked up at Shen Shiyan, her eyes filled with surprise and delight: "How did you know I liked this kind of thing?"

Shen Shiyan stepped forward, his fingertips gently brushing the collar of the cardigan, his voice tender: "Of course I need to know what my little girl likes."

Liu Yunshu felt a sweet warmth in her heart and ran into the bedroom with her clothes in her arms.

When Liu Yunshu came out after changing her clothes, she turned around in front of the mirror. The knitted sweater made her skin look even whiter, and the skirt had a perfect drape, creating a slight curve as she walked.

Shen Shiyan leaned against the door frame, looking at her with eyes that seemed to be bathed in warm water, so gentle they could drip with tenderness: "Very beautiful."

Liu Yunshu walked up to him, deliberately tiptoeing closer until her nose almost touched his chin: "Would you like to reward me with a kiss, brother?"

Shen Shiyan chuckled softly, then lowered his head and kissed her lips lightly, a fleeting touch that carried a comforting warmth.

"The reward is ready," he said, taking her hand. "Let's go, it's time to go back to school."