So all the wives were waiting for me to break up with them.

Feeling the warmth of the sunlight, Yun Mingyue's enviable long eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. Just awakened, she possessed a serene and sacred aura.

She got out of bed, went into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, washed her face with water, and then applied facial cleanser.

Next comes toner, lotion, sunscreen, makeup base...

It's safe to say that beauty is indeed very expensive.

Yun Mingyue spends a lot of money on herself every year in order to maintain her youthful appearance, but now it all benefits a certain boy.

After washing up, she casually picked up a hair tie and tied her hair into a ponytail. When she went downstairs, she found Zhou You putting on his shoes in the entryway, looking like he was about to go out.

"Have breakfast before you go." Yun Mingyue rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.

"There's no food left in the refrigerator, so I'm going to go out and buy some breakfast." Zhou You not only got up early today, but he was also in a good mood. The feeling of touching Yun Mingyue's virgin territory last night was enough for him to savor for a long time.

Of course, he hopes that he can do more than just reminisce; he hopes to have the opportunity to put it into practice again...

"I'll go with you." Yun Mingyue put on her shoes at the entrance and smiled gently as she hooked her arm around Zhou You's.

The two left home and quickly walked out of the villa area, where there were still quite a few breakfast shops nearby.

Yun Mingyue walked into one of the shops with practiced ease and bought herself a soy milk and fried dough sticks. Judging from her skillful manner, she must have eaten at this kind of small shop quite often.

Zhou You glanced sideways at Yun Mingyue, who was crunching loudly as she took a bite of a fried dough stick. "I thought you didn't like eating such greasy food so early in the morning."

"How could that be? I don't usually eat much; I'm just worried about my figure." Yun Mingyue playfully gave Zhou You a pair of mothballs. "It's like when girls eat with boys, they eat very little. Do you really think it's because they have small appetites?"

She stuffed the half-eaten fried dough stick into Zhou You's mouth, tasted it, and then left the rest to her boyfriend.

"They just don't want to wolf down their food in front of the people they like."

"This is too much work." Zhou You said, biting into a fried dough stick that had a chip in it, with some white soy milk still stuck to the chip.

Hearing this, Yun Mingyue, who was taking a small bite of a vegetable bun, turned her head to glance at him, and then naturally reached out to pick up a crumb of fried dough stick from his face and put it into her own mouth.

"I will do some things subconsciously for the sake of someone I like."

"..."

“For example, Sister Hua, you just now…” Zhou You hesitated.

"Yes, you can't hide your feelings for someone."

Yun Mingyue licked her oily fingers one by one, smiling gently, "However, we don't need these theories between us anymore."

She paused for a moment, then casually uttered something remarkable: "After all, you already know I like you, and I'm already yours."

"..."

Zhou You pursed his lips, and he wondered if it was because he had just eaten a fried dough stick, because his mouth seemed a little dry. "Sister Hua, can I have a couple of sips of your soy milk?"

"Sure, no problem."

Slurp~~ Slurp~~

Yun Mingyue took a big sip through the straw, scratched his hand, and mumbled, "Come here."

Zhou You leaned closer, sensing something was amiss.

The soy milk tasted good, very sweet. Guided by Yun Mingyue, I drank it at a very suitable pace, stirring it with something pink along the way, which added a lot of 'fun'.

However, even with Yun Mingyue's excellent technique, a few drops of white liquid still slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground, leaving behind one ambiguous black dot after another.

"Are you still thirsty?" Yun Mingyue licked the milky white residue from the corner of her mouth with her little tongue.

Zhou You believes he has indeed grown a lot recently, so...

I think I'm still a little thirsty.

"Pfft~~"

Yun Mingyue smiled, but still lowered her head and took a big breath like before. This time, before she could do anything, a boy took the initiative to come closer.

Like a tyrant coming to collect a debt, he enters the debtor's house and thoroughly plunders it, making sure to take every last bit of food before leaving satisfied.

“Little brother.” Yun Mingyue blushed, a rare occurrence for her. “You’ve become bad.”

"It's all thanks to Sister Hua's excellent teaching."

109. Is it okay to come again just once in a while?

Zhou You managed to tease Yun Mingyue for once, but because he blurted out "It's all thanks to Sister Hua's excellent teaching" in his overconfidence, he was forced to retract some of his interest by the embarrassed and annoyed Yun Mingyue.

I won't go into the details of collecting interest, but it wasn't a loss for Zhou You anyway.

The only ones who suffered were the onlookers who passed by the breakfast shop early in the morning. Before they could even take a few bites of hot buns, their stomachs were filled with something icy cold.

After that, the two went their separate ways, one going to school and the other to work, and everything was no different from usual.

Time flies, and it's already the day before National Day.

Zhou You was attending his last psychology class before National Day, and the instructor happened to be Ning Moxin.

Ning Moxin dressed the same as usual, just as she said, she had dressed like this since she was a child, and she was used to it, so she remained unchanged.

She turned a page of the lesson plan with her fingers, which were covered in white chalk dust. Her fingertip slid about ten centimeters across the paper and then tapped it.

"Is there anyone who wants to come up and answer a question?"

"..."*N

The audience fell silent. Faced with the teacher's question, the students responded in a way befitting their status: they played dead.

"Does no one want to come up on their own initiative?" Ning Moxin asked again.

Still no one responded.

"Then I'll call out names..."

“Teacher Ning!” Zhou You raised his hand.

"As expected, Zhou, you're the most proactive," Ning Moxin remarked.

She's been attending classes for over a month, and Zhou You answers most of the questions in class. Even if she didn't already know Zhou You, she'd probably have a very good impression of him now.

Teachers always prefer students who are proactive and engaged in class.

Zhou You walked up to the podium, picked up the chalk, and wrote the answers on the blackboard. Ning Moxin stood beside him, watching and nodding from time to time.

She wasn't the tall type of woman; ignoring her stern teacher aura, given the height difference between them, she looked more like a timid young wife.

The female students who had been quietly pretending to be dead just moments before couldn't help but whisper among themselves upon seeing this.

"The perfect height difference, just seeing Mo and I standing together makes my heart melt."

"I must be right, Teacher Ning seems to have started dressing up lately. Ah! This sweet scent, this sweet love."

"Everyone, please be mindful, tone it down, and be rational when shipping couples."

As they muttered to themselves, they glanced at the podium. As their strange gazes fell upon her, Ning Moxin's legs trembled involuntarily. She subconsciously took a few steps toward Zhou You, crossing the safe distance between the man and woman.

A faint, elegant fragrance wafted to Zhou You's nose; he should be able to clearly smell her scent now.

"..."

Ning Moxin glanced at the female students below the stage whose gazes had become even more intense because of her closeness to Zhou You.

No, Ning Moxin, you clearly decided you would only do this once.

but……

She pursed her lips and stared at Zhou You's profile, which appeared unusually serious as he pondered the question.

This is something that should never be done, so why can't I resist doing it again and again...?

It's alright, isn't it?

"Hu~~"

Ning Moxin let out a long sigh of relief.

With a serene smile on her face, she mustered her courage and did something that excited the female students enough to cause their hearts to stop.

He leaned his head closer, their bodies almost touching.

But her voice was very serious, exuding the authority befitting a teacher.

"Zhou, think about this again carefully."

Ning Moxin tapped the blackboard lightly with her finger, pointing out a few minor questions in Zhou You's answer.

As Zhou You listened, he moved slightly to the side. Was Sister Mo standing a little too close to him now?

He felt a sense of doubt, but seeing Ning Moxin's focused expression, he realized he was being too sensitive.

Ning Moxin has no reason to deliberately stick close to him, right?

She was his teacher, the principal, and a very steady and caring older sister.

Her next words successfully dispelled any remaining doubts Zhou You might have: "Zhou, you can go downstairs once you've finished your questions."

"Ah."

Ning Moxin and Zhou You walked down, reached out to hold onto the podium, their legs slightly bent, as if they were tired and their legs were a little weak.

She took a few seconds to conceal the slight dazedness in her clear eyes, regaining the tranquility of a deep pool. She then flipped through her lesson plan again, and the soothing sound of the pages turning echoed through the classroom via the megaphone at her waist.

"Students, please turn to page XX..."

Ding-a-ling~~ Ding-a-ling~~

The school bell brought the students, who were engrossed in Ning Moxin's lecture, back to reality.

Ning Moxin, who was on the podium, finished tidying up her lesson plan and told the students below the stage something.

"I wonder if any of our classmates have joined the student council?"

A few students in the audience raised their hands.

Ning Moxin nodded gently, "Then you should have already heard about the New Year's Eve party."

“Our minister talked to us about this yesterday,” said a girl with an oval face among the girls who raised their hands earlier. “He also asked us what kind of program we wanted to produce.”

Ning Moxin unconsciously rubbed her chalk-dust-covered fingers on the small rag she had brought, while asking the students below, "Does your class want to put on a performance for the New Year's Eve party?"

"If you need any guidance, I can offer some pointers." She had been the president of Z University for quite some time and was very familiar with this kind of thing. One class of students even tried to persuade her to perform on stage with them.