"It's just a glance or two, is it worth making such a fuss? At most I'll let you take a look back." Lin Yue muttered softly.

  "What did you say?" Qin Yaoyao's voice immediately rose by an octave. "One or two glances? Didn't you see me changing clothes last time?"

  After finishing speaking, Qin Yuyao suddenly came back to her senses, and such a shameful thing actually came out of his mouth, her face turned red in an instant.

  Last time?

  Lin Yue's heart twitched involuntarily, and his mouth corners curved into a bitter smile. It seemed that he had indeed been discovered last time.

  Seeing Lin Yue being silent for half a day, Qin Yaoyao's courage grew bigger, and she hummed proudly, asking: "Why aren't you speaking? Is there nothing to say?"

  "No, I have nothing to say." Lin Yue said with a hint of embarrassment.

  "Why don't you speak?"

  "I just don't know what to say."

  "What else is there to say?"

  "Not knowing what to say does not mean having nothing to say, having nothing to say means there is fundamentally nothing to say. Not knowing what to say is a choice of tone, it means there are things to say but not knowing which words to use, both result in silence, but they have an essential difference."

  "Go ahead and be poor!"

  Qin Yuyao gave Lin Yue a fierce and stern look.

  "Hey, aren't you angry anymore?" Lin Yue leaned forward, putting the pillow beside Qin Yaoyao and asked with a flushed face.

  "I'm furious! I'm so angry!" Qin Yaoyao said with a huff.

  "You've smashed it, you've scolded me, and you've tortured me enough. What more do you want from me?" Lin Yue asked with a bitter face.

  "Let's stop here for today," said Qin Yuyao with a flicker of her eyes. "I'll tell you another day when I'm in the mood."

  "Tell me today, then," Lin Yue hastily said, with an unspoken implication: If you come in the mood to kill me another day, will I still be alive? It's better to ask you when you're not plotting anything.

  "This isn't something you can just decide on your own, if you dare not listen to me I'll go to the police station and accuse you of raping me!" Qin Yaoyao said with arrogance.

  Rape?

  Lin Yue smiled slyly, slowly approaching Qin Yaoyao with a bad uncle-like demeanor: "Since you're going to accuse me sooner or later, I don't want to bear this crime in vain. Today, I'll take advantage of the situation... Hehe..."

  "What do you want to do... Ah - get out of here!"

  Qin Yaoyao let out a startled cry and immediately hid behind the headboard, a large pillow hitting Lin Yue's face.

  Lin Yuxin couldn't help but smile wryly in her heart, was she really born to be so insecure? Wasn't it just a scare tactic? Did she have to react so big?

  Lin Yue smiled wryly and walked out of Qin Yaoyao's room. As he was about to close the door, he said: "Goodnight, have a good dream."

  As he spoke, he closed the door.

  Just as Qin Yaoyao hadn't reacted yet, the door was opened again. Lin Yue's head poked in and he smiled at Qin Yaoyao, saying: "Friendly reminder, next time you don't wear clothes, remember to lock the door."

  He said and then closed the door.

  "Get out!!!"

  Qin Yaoyao reacted and rushed towards her room's white door like a mad little lion, roaring loudly.

  After a while, Qin Yaoyao suddenly laughed softly, her laughter was clear and melodious, her smile sweet.

  Lin Yue returned to his room with the engraving knife, and only then did he realize that it was already almost 11 pm. His original idea of trying out the engraving knife on the roast chicken was also scrapped, as it was too late to try new things, so he decided to use a cleaver instead.

  Lin Yue went back to the kitchen to fetch a cleaver and returned to his room, chopping half of the incense stick before falling asleep.

  The next day, Lin Yue was still woken up by Qin Yuyao, but this time it wasn't a wake-up call, it was a knock-out.

  Lin Yue looked at the broken pillow on his bed with a bitter face and asked helplessly: "My little aunt, what do you want to do?"

  "Wash my pillow clean, it's because you dirtied it." Qin Yaoyao said with a tone of absolute reason and confidence.

  "But you smashed it too." Lin Yue muttered.

  Qin Yaoyao stared directly at Lin Yue and asked: "Don't talk nonsense, are you going to wash or not?"

  "I'd rather die than wash!" Lin Yuezhou said with a heroic and unyielding air.

  "Lin Yue ge~~" Qin Yaoyao twisted her body and sat on Lin Yue's bed, a pair of big eyes showing the pitiful grievance I saw, stretching out her fingers: "Look at my hand, because washing clothes has torn a small hole, can't you help me?"

  Lin Yue's eyes fell on Qin Yaya's fingers, and he found that there was indeed a small wound on her ring finger. The small wound looked very conspicuous on her white hands, and it also destroyed the beauty of her fingers. He felt a pang in his heart, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Let's buy a washing machine, I'll pay for it."

  "Hmm?" Qin Yaoyao's big eyes stared tightly at Lin Yue.

  Lin Yue was seen through by Qin Yaoyao, and he quickly covered it up by saying: "Don't think I bought it because I pitied your hand, I bought it because I pitied my own hand and my time."

  "Oh? Is it?"

  "Of course!" Lin Yue said with certainty, but his tone betrayed a hint of guilt.

  Qin Yaoyao stared at Lin Yue for a while before smiling and standing up, saying: "I'm waiting for your washing machine."

  Seeing that Qin Yaoyao had left, Lin Yue immediately let out a sigh of relief and quickly put on his underwear. Luckily she hadn't lifted the covers, or else he would have been completely exposed to her gaze. He himself had a habit of sleeping naked.

  Luckily, if her hand had moved a bit more to the left just now, it would have touched my younger brother.

  Lin Yue thought with a "heh heh" smile, his face full of lust.

  A new day has begun, and Lin Yue has started his usual life again, going to Rong Le Xuan to attend classes, and then returning home to chop firewood. However, during dinner that evening, although the two people basically didn't speak, what happened last night made their relationship ambiguous and unclear.

  In the evening, Lin Yue returned to eat dinner and then plunged into his own room again. He lit incense, turned off the lights, but this time he held a carving knife in his hand instead of a cleaver. Because the carving knife was short and small, it required Lin Yue to chop downwards as much as possible, and he had to re-practice because he was used to the width and length of the cleaver.

  Lin Yue aimed at the red light in the darkness and his chisel knife flashed out instantly.

  Still didn't hit it.

  Although there was no loud noise, Lin clearly saw that when the blade swept past the red dot in the darkness, the red dot dimmed significantly.

  Lin Yue saw this situation and was shocked, what a cold and stern atmosphere!

  He tried again with another knife, but still couldn't cut it off.

  This knife also made Lin Yue suddenly sober, nine days of practice had already made him adapt to the weight and feel of the vegetable knife, and suddenly switching to other knives was completely unaccustomed. Although he would definitely switch to a carving knife in the future, it was absolutely not now, and he couldn't ruin his original routine because of his own temporary preference.