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Yan Yuan stood behind her, his arm naturally wrapped around her waist, and he rested his chin on her shoulder. "Do you like it?"

Winters in the capital are cold, making it very inconvenient to do laundry.

A coat or cotton-padded jacket can be worn for a whole winter, and then sent to a state-run dry cleaner.

However, the sweaters and thermal underwear that I wear regularly have to be hand-washed.

Yan Yuan had wanted to buy one last year, but he hadn't received it until this year when the electrical appliance department notified him to pick it up.

Linlin turned around, looked up at him, and said, "Washing machines are very expensive."

Yan Yuan chuckled, "I have money."

Linlin didn't believe it.

She had asked Yan Yuan about his salary before; it was forty-eight yuan a month, plus various subsidies. He only received a little over fifty yuan each month.

This washing machine must cost at least two hundred yuan, which is almost half a year's salary for him.

"Come with me." Linlin took Yan Yuan's hand and led him to her room.

She pulled a paper envelope from her desk drawer, tilted her chin slightly, and said smugly, "Here, for you."

Yan Yuan's eyelids twitched. He opened the envelope, and inside was a thick stack of 10,000 yuan notes.

"Last year, when I got into university, my mom gave me a thousand yuan. She had already deducted the money for my violin, but I received so much more lucky money this year that I can't possibly spend it all."

Yan Yuan shook his head and chuckled, looking at his little moon.

Their boundless kindness and selfless devotion to him were like a savior who had fallen from the sky into his life.

Yan Yuan smiled and reached out to touch her face. "No need, I have money to spend."

In addition to his salary, he also translated foreign language materials for the design institute, and gradually accumulated some savings.

Linlin tilted her head and rubbed against his hand, her big eyes blinking, "How much money do you have?"

"secret."

"Hmm?" Linlin frowned. "You're not secretly eating steamed buns and pickled vegetables in the dorm, are you?"

"Want to come with me to the dorm?" Yan Yuan raised an eyebrow, his eyes brimming with barely suppressed amusement.

"it is good."

Linlin left a note for her brother at home and went to Capital University with Yan Yuan.

Linlin had visited Capital University before, but this was her first time visiting the staff quarters.

Yan Yuan put her hand in his pocket and, seeing her looking around curiously, laughed, "My dorm room is small, so don't get your hopes up too high."

The wind was strong outside, and Linlin tucked her face into her scarf. "It's okay, I don't mind."

Yan Yuan laughed again.

I don't know why, but whenever I'm around Linlin, no matter what she says or does, joy wells up inside me.

As I was going upstairs, an elderly professor with gray hair, wearing round-framed glasses, and carrying several books came down from upstairs.

Yan Yuan, with Linlin in tow, stepped aside to make way, nodded slightly, and greeted, "Professor Chen."

The old professor stopped, his gaze passing over Yan Yuan and landing on Linlin.

He looked Yan Yuan up and down, then turned to ask, "Is this your little sweetheart?"

Yan Yuan smiled and agreed.

The old professor grunted, looked at it a couple more times with interest, and said, "It is quite beautiful."

Linlin felt that his gaze and tone seemed somewhat unfriendly towards her, and she was puzzled, but she still maintained her politeness and nodded to him, "Thank you for the compliment."

The old professor choked for a moment, not expecting the young girl to respond so frankly.

He gave a soft "humph" through his nose, uttered the phrase "lust makes one lose their mind," and then went downstairs with his hands in his pockets.

Linlin stood there, looking somewhat innocent. "Did I offend him?"

Yan Yuan smiled, led her to the door, unlocked it with his key, and said with a smile, "It's not your fault, I'm the one who offended him."

"Will he bully you?" Linlin asked.

Yan Yuan stepped aside to let her into the house, placing the keys on the nearby cabinet. "No, why don't you ask me how I offended him?"

"How did you offend him?"

"secret."

Linlin sniffed. "You have so many secrets."

Yan Yuan's dormitory was indeed small, consisting of a small living room and a bedroom. The furniture was also very simple, with a desk, two chairs, and an old standing bookcase next to it, the paint on which was peeling off.

There was no radiator in the room, so Yan Yuan wouldn't let her take off her coat. He poured her a cup of hot water from the thermos and then hurriedly left.

Linlin took off her scarf and hung it on the clothes rack, then slowly scanned the room with her eyes.

On Yan Yuan's desk sat a desk lamp, covered with his lesson plans, and next to it were several thick foreign language books, which Linlin did not casually flip through.

A short while later, Yan Yuan brought over a lit coal stove from outside and placed it next to her so she could sit and warm herself by the fire.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, and the whole room gradually warmed up.

Yan Yuan's dormitory was laid out before them. He sat down next to her. "Aren't you cold? Aren't you bored?"

Linlin leaned her head on his shoulder. "So, what should we do?"

"What do you want to do?"

Yan Yuan looked over and raised an eyebrow at her, a hint of a smile leaking from his handsome, indifferent eyes.

Linlin secretly hooked his finger, and he grabbed it and held it in his palm.

Linlin looked up at him with a bright smile, then squeezed his hand tightly. "Want to do some homework?"

Yan Yuan rubbed his forehead, unable to suppress his laughter any longer; his chest trembled slightly with each suppressed laugh.

Linlin playfully punched him, embarrassed. "Are you laughing at me?"

"No," Yan Yuan gently kissed her forehead, "I like you."

Linlin braced her hands against his chest, looked up at him, and said, "Teacher Yan, I have to teach you."

"Teach me what?"

Linlin cupped his face in her hands, "I like that you like me, so don't secretly like me."

Yan Yuan was confused. "Wasn't I making it obvious enough?"

Linlin smiled and hooked her arm around his neck. "Obviously, but you have to tell me about the good things you've done for me. That will make me even happier."

Although she only glanced at it, Linlin had already noticed a book on basic physics on the corner of his desk.

Yan Yuan is a teaching assistant in the Department of Mathematics. Currently, he only teaches general basic mathematics courses and basic mathematics courses. Occasionally, he also teaches discrete mathematics and mathematical logic courses in the Department of Computer Science.

Physics fundamentals are what Linlin is currently learning.

He put in the effort but didn't know how to please her, so Linlin thought Yan Yuan was a bit stupid.

Two people who have just started dating already think that the other is stupid.

Yan Yuan thought for a moment, "I'll try my best."

Even though he was in a relationship, Yan Yuan was still somewhat insecure.

Linlin is such a wonderful girl, with countless suitors, many of whom are far better off than him.

Yan Yuan didn't think he was that good to Linlin. Just like now, Linlin could have lived in a warm, big house, but he brought her into this cramped and cold little dormitory.