I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

She extended her hand and said, "Excuse me, I must be rude," before turning around and heading upstairs.

Lu Yu panicked.

At this time, only Zhao Taidou and Liu Ruyan knew the true identity of the "teacher".

Zhao Taidou would definitely not say anything, so she could only try to get help from Liu Ruyan.

She whispered, "There are many reporters watching. It's only a matter of time before your teacher's identity is exposed. You might as well tell me now."

Liu Ruyan ignored her.

Lu Yu felt a great sense of frustration.

Then, she thought of another person who was in the news and turned to look for Liu Chenmin.

"Where is Mr. Liu Chenmin? Why has Mr. Liu Chenmin disappeared?"

The film crew looked completely bewildered and waved their hands, indicating they didn't know.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the man secretly ran away.

Lu Yu was seething with hatred and decided to give him a piece of her mind. She pretended to be calm in front of the camera and said:

"Mr. Liu Chenmin may have felt ashamed of himself and has already fled."

The comments section immediately erupted again.

Upstairs, Qin Yunchu, He Shiying, Gu Yuanzhen, Xiao Qing, and Liu Ruyan, the small group, reunited in Chen Ya's workspace.

Returning to this place, Qin Yunchu felt a deep sense of melancholy.

When I first came here, I was expecting to catch a thief.

Within a few hours, everything changed drastically.

Now, they walk in here as if on a pilgrimage, afraid of even damaging the floor.

The group sat together, each sighing for a while. He Shiying said:

"I'm quite curious, Ruyan, you and Chen Ya should be a perfect match, so how come he ended up with eight girls?"

Qin Yun Chu also leaned over: "Really? What exactly happened after that?"

Liu Ruyan was silent for a moment, then asked, "You want to know what happened next?"

"Uh-huh!"

Her usually clear and pure eyes seemed to be veiled by a thin layer of thick clouds.

"The story doesn't end happily ever after!"

Qin Yun Chu felt inexplicably nervous.

After a pause, Liu Ruyan said, "I spent a pleasant time with my teacher, but that time ended when he left without saying goodbye."

“A year later, he finally reappeared and told me that he had married a Japanese woman.”

Chapter 51 I will only demonstrate once (Thanks to Uziqi for the donation)

How long can a person wait for love?

The answer is 51 years, 9 months, and 4 days.

—Love in the Time of Cholera

The smell of decaying plants and slightly pungent ink always evokes images of unreleased hormones, which is unavoidable.

Liu Ruyan woke up in a warm, bright yellow light, her lower back aching and swollen, as if she had been forced to drink two bottles of lemonade. Just as she was leaving the bar, she was gored by a passing bison.

She got up, bracing herself on the sofa, which created two bowl-shaped valleys (the sofa showed off its softness and also explained the reason for her back pain), and a stray hair rolled into her fingers.

She picked up a lock of hair and threw it into the trash can next to the coffee table. The lone strand of hair lay among a few crumpled wads of toilet paper and a blackened banana peel.

Such a terrible sleeping environment caused such a terrible dream last night.

Her fluffy hair seemed to be refusing to leave her scalp, as if it wanted to fly away from the earth. Liu Ruyan sat slumped down, the sheet slipping off her bare shoulders.

She squinted and noticed that at the other end of the bright yellow light that filled the room, a man was already practicing vacuum breathing.

Liu Ruyan blushed slightly and quickly pulled her black strapless top and body under the covers from beside the pillow.

The sheet bulged up like a hill, or like a strange machine from Doctor Who. After a shake that seemed about to shatter, the person was already one with the tube top.

Liu Ruyan walked barefoot on the floor, her silk slip dress cascading down, covering half of her fair legs. The dress clung to her body, revealing a slightly protruding, round belly button.

I still feel very insecure.

The sheets and blankets she had slept in the night before were now twisted into strange shapes like corpses. She stood there, frowning, like a clumsy criminal committing a first-time crime, pondering how to deal with the scene.

Finally, the girl used a delicate, flower-picking motion to pick up the two corners of the sheet, then jumped up with a "hey!" and, like flying a kite, launched the sheet high into the sky, almost having a close encounter with the years of accumulated dust on the ceiling.

The bedsheets, like snowflakes from the north, fluttered back onto the sofa, only folded in a different way. But the girl felt she had fulfilled her duty, rubbing her eyes as she walked to the living room to see Chen Ya, who was already extremely concerned.

Chen Ya stood with his back to the room in front of the balcony window, wearing only a t-shirt and underwear.

The parallel light between the two curtains cut out the outline of his body.

Looking past his biceps and triceps, you can see the antenna of Jiangcheng CBD; looking over his angular shoulder blades, you can see a huge billboard for a certain brand of liquor.

His physique formed an irregular inverted triangle, with taut skin on his blocky muscles that gleamed like bronze.

Liu Ruyan watched for ten minutes without realizing it.

Chen Ya turned around, walked past her without making a sound, and went back to his room. When he came out again, he was already wearing a pair of loose pants.

He walked up to Liu Ruyan, and she then realized that he was a head taller than her, which made her feel quite intimidated.

"From now on, you'll have to handle these kinds of things yourself. I'll only teach you once, so remember it well."

Chen Ya grabbed Liu Ruyan's bed sheet and, with a flourish of his hands, shook it in the air, making a few hollow sounds. In an instant, the bed sheet had become a perfectly flat square, which he gently tossed onto the pillow she had slept on the night before.

Liu Ruyan's eyes widened, and she said, "Wait, wait... I didn't see it clearly at all!"

Chen Ya shrugged and said, "Remember? I said I'd only teach you once."

After saying that, he headed towards the restroom, with Liu Ruyan following behind him like a little puppy, her small hands clenched into fists, tugging at his shirt and repeating like a child's toy:

"I didn't see it clearly! I didn't see it clearly!"

Finally, Chen Ya lost his patience and said, "I'll demonstrate for you tomorrow. Go wash up first."

He pointed to the various utensils on the washbasin and said:

"This toothbrush is yours, this is the toothpaste, this is your face towel, this is your bath towel, use this cup to collect water, and spit the foam in here."

Liu Ruyan fiddled with the toothbrush, marveling at how small and much lighter it was than the toothbrush she had at home. Then she asked, "Where's the switch?"

Chen Ya looked at her, somewhat speechless: "This isn't electric, there's no switch, use your hand."

"With your hands?" Liu Ruyan tilted her head.

Chen Ya sighed: "I'll demonstrate it for you, but I'll only do it once. Watch carefully."

He squeezed the toothpaste onto the toothbrush, making a smooth line, and she smelled the sweet minty scent in the air.

Liu Ruyan followed his example and squeezed out the toothpaste. Suddenly, she wondered if putting the toothbrush in her mouth later would count as an indirect kiss.

Chen Ya put her toothbrush in her mouth, and she also put her toothbrush in her mouth and stirred it around.

Brushing her teeth face-to-face, Liu Ruyan found it very interesting, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up. Fortunately, she was brushing her teeth, so it was not obvious that she was smiling happily.

Although it was fun, my wrist got tired very quickly.

"Brush for at least 5 minutes, otherwise your teeth will turn the color of poop, understand?"

Despite the intimidation, Liu Ruyan persevered, but lost her appetite. Chen Ya said she had no appetite for breakfast until Chen Ya served it to her.

Steaming hot noodles were placed in front of Liu Ruyan.

The red stuff is soup (tomato soup), the green stuff is vegetables, the white stuff is noodles, and on top of that is a golden-brown fried egg.

The noodles in the soup bowl were as neatly arranged as a bride's hair before her wedding.

If Liu Ruyan had any culinary knowledge, she would know that only a master chef with excellent chopstick skills could cook such neat noodles.

Unfortunately, she didn't have any, so she picked up the noodles and ate them.

“You’ll need to do this in the morning from now on. I’ll only demonstrate it once,” Chen Ya said as she ate her noodles. “But you were still sleeping in the morning, so you missed the demonstration opportunity.”

A noodle escaped from Liu Ruyan's mouth.

"I didn't see it! I didn't see it!"

"So this is where imagination comes in."

"..."

Liu Ruyan's eyes were like the glistening, oily soup in a bowl, sparkling and clear.

“Fine,” Chen Ya finally gave in reluctantly, “Get up a little earlier tomorrow and I’ll make it for you.”

After Liu Ruyan finished eating her noodles, she followed Chen Ya's example and carried her bowl into the kitchen. Chen Ya put on rubber gloves.

“From now on, it’s my turn to do it, and you’ll only demonstrate once, right?” Liu Ruyan asked, raising her face.

Chen Ya paused for a moment, then said, "Yes."

They've all learned to answer questions quickly.

"I feel like I need to go to the bathroom."

Liu Ruyan has been holding it in since she woke up this morning.

"Then go quickly."

When Liu Ruyan finished flushing the toilet and ran back to the kitchen, Chen Ya had just put the last bowl in the cupboard.

Liu Ruyan's eyes widened: "I didn't see it! I didn't see it!"

"Is that all you can say? I'll make it for you at noon." Chen Ya took off his gloves. "Come on, get dressed, I'll take you grocery shopping."

As Chen Ya passed by Liu Ruyan, he gently stroked her nose with his hand.

She covered her nose, her face flushing red. Having never seen such an action before, she was now in a state of bewilderment and uncertainty.

She took small steps to catch up with him and grabbed the back of Chen Ya's clothes: "Are you very dissatisfied with me?"

Chapter 52 An Easy Woman to Deal With (Thanks to ptik1786913 for the donation)

Are you dissatisfied with me?

“No,” Chen Ya turned around, “I originally thought I would be dissatisfied with you, but unexpectedly, I am very satisfied with you now.”

"What's so satisfying? I didn't do anything..." Liu Ruyan was somewhat confused.

Chen Ya ignored her, reached out and pulled off his undershirt.

Liu Ruyan rubbed her eyes, trying to see clearly, but a T-shirt was thrown at her, covering her head and face.

"Put it in the washing machine for me."

The girl was flustered by the faint smell of male sweat mixed with laundry detergent. She frantically pulled her clothes off, but Chen Ya had already entered the room.

……

A young girl has appeared peering into the market.

Liu Ruyan had never seen such a place before. Sunlight pierced through the blue sunshade, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Stalls formed narrow lanes barely wide enough for one to squeeze through. The market was bustling with noise, creating a deafening din.

She needed to stay close to Chen Ya so that she wouldn't be left behind by his hurried pace.

He strolled casually and calmly through the bustling streets, as if he were a fortune teller who had already foreseen which of the chaotic vendors possessed the unique ingredients he needed, and all he had to do was head straight for his target.

He nimbly maneuvered and dodged, soaring freely in the darkness like a bat, never colliding with anything. She followed behind, panting, occasionally confronting an older woman coming from the opposite direction, and getting her clothes caught on a cucumber that had run halfway out of the stall.

The smell in the air was definitely not pleasant; the peels of the fruits and vegetables that had been cut off were slowly but steadily rotting, creating the underlying odor that permeated the market.

The slight, slightly foul odor emanating from the base of the feathers of live chickens and ducks, like the oily smell floating on noodle soup, was present in small amounts but noticeable. Various meats and fresh blood emitted a rusty, metallic smell.

The grass carp swung its tail in the foam tank, splashing water onto her cheeks. The fishy smell of the scales was somewhat similar to the smell of seaweed drifting from afar.

The water-soaked greens and rotten tomatoes, along with the mud-covered potatoes, exuded the scent of a lawn after the rain; a whole woven bag of star anise, cinnamon in a plastic basket, and slightly bitter spice powder mixed together to create a salty and fragrant aroma reminiscent of traditional Chinese medicine.

The aunties and uncles' loud, energetic negotiation, the enormous cleaver slamming onto the cutting board with a "thud," the transparent tape being ripped open with a "rip," the potatoes rolling to the ground with a "gurgle," the hen staring with its big black eyes clucking incomprehensibly, and the sound of stomping feet drifting to the sunshade and bouncing back down, turning into a sharp, strangely off-key tone...