Zhuang Shuyi first fell down and injured her hand, and then she burned all night. Naturally, she took leave and went to school. However, Zhuang Shuyi was not idle at home, and reading was her fun.

"Miss, my wife asks you to read less books. If you keep burning, it will be bad." Yue Gui advised softly.

"How could I burn my brain with books? How could I burn it when I read books?" Zhuang Shuyi chewed candied fruit while flipping through books.

"But, Miss..." Before Yuegui finished speaking, she was interrupted by Zhuang Shuyi.

"Don't do it. Let me look at a few more pages. The candied fruit is a little sweet. Laurel, help me make a pot of tea." When the tea came, I took it and blew it, I took a sip, and tasted it. "Laurel, your tea making skills are getting better and better, and I'm almost catching up with A Nian."

"Miss." Yui reminded awkwardly.

Zhuang Shuyi looked up and saw that the person who handed her tea was not someone else, but Yang Bo. "I said, why is the tea brewed by Yuelai today not as bitter as before? It turned out to be you. It's just right. A Nian, please help me change this book. I've finished reading this book."

"No, Miss." Yuegui knew that she could not change the lady's mind no matter how she stopped her, but as a serving person, she still had to fulfill her responsibilities to advise her.

"I don't care, I want to read books. If I can't go out, I'm almost suffocated. I won't read books for me. It's still natural." Zhuang Shuyi really took out her maternal temper.

Yue Gui has no way. She can't cure Zhuang Shuyi, but someone can.

Yangbo said lightly and rejected her request. "No. Your face turned red."

Zhuang Shuyi put his hand on his cheek. "No, it's not hot. Let me read a book."

"No." Yang Bo refused to give in.

Zhuang Shuyi stuck out his tongue at him. "Old stubborn."

Yang Bo smiled helplessly and had to pick up a book. Zhuang Shuyi immediately reached out to grab it, but failed. Yang Bo held the book and refused to give it to her.

Uncle Zhuang said politely, "There is no one who lets the cat take a look at the fish, but doesn't give it to the cat. Give it to me quickly, A Nian."

"No." Yangbo still refused her firmly, but immediately explained gently. "I can read it to you. Do you still not listen."

"Listen." Zhuang Shuyi couldn't do anything to this guy who was as stubborn as stone, so he had to lie back and listen to him obediently. However, she still had to toss him and shouted to him again, "I don't want to listen to this book. I want to listen to Shakespeare's sonnets."

With just such a little request, Yang Bo naturally would not be dissatisfied with her.

Yangbo’s English was taught by Zhuang Shuyi, but the teacher he taught was not as good as the students. Yangbo’s pronunciation was not only accurate and fluent, but Zhuang Shuyi, although he was taught, was far inferior.

I don’t know how many such similar things are left, such as shooting.

"Can I compare you to that summer? No, you are more cute and hotter than that summer. Everything will disappear, but your eternal summer will not end..."

Yangbo's voice sounds very nice. Shakespeare's poems are also very good.

Zhuang Shuyi shrank under the quilt and covered her throat that wanted to cheer. How could she be unhappy and how could she not be excited? Because her sweetheart was reciting a love poem drifting across the sea.

Love poems read to her.

She was so excited that she trembled all over, but she was afraid of being seen by him and forced to hold back her excited heart. Because she knew very well that this was just a story book he had made to coax her, a child, to sleep.

Zhuang Shuyi chose this collection of poems for reasons. This is the original English version, and people often take it lightly for non-native languages. If it were her choice of the Book of Songs, he would immediately find his own strangeness.

You can't let him know, you please him.

Because Zhuang Shuyi knew it very well. He would not like himself, nor would he be happy about this love, and he would be more likely to avoid it because of this love.

God is probably so unfair. He gave her a good background and a rich life, and made her parents and elders doting her, but he refused to call her perfect.

Yangbo thought she was asleep, so he gradually let out a lighter voice and covered her with the quilt. His hands accidentally brushed her side face, making her feel itchy.

Zhuang Shuyi resisted the itch. Because she didn't dare to open her eyes to look at him. If her eyes were at this time, she would definitely betray her ulterior motives.

Hearing the gentle sound of closing the door, Zhuang Shuyi let out a deep breath, opened her eyes, and sat up. She held the quilt and was thinking about something.

"There is Yan Ruyu in the book and the golden house in the book. They are all just lies."

She has been reading for so many years, but she has not become a little better. If she is one-tenth of her mother and is a little bit like her elder sister, she thinks she would probably have the courage to confess.

But it happened that God didn't even give her any chance. Even if she wanted her to grow up like this, she would not get a heart if she had a fortune.

Zhuang Shuyi sighed inside the room. Yang Bo sat on the branch in front of the window, looking at her quietly.

"Sister Gui, who is Yang Bo? Could it be the lady's..." Pearl finally couldn't help but ask, but after asking half a question, Yue Gui was covered up hard.

"Bah, how can you say nonsense?" Yue Gui glared at her fiercely. "Please keep your mouth shut. If I hear that there is another time, I will report to my wife and blow you out."

"Sister Gui, I was wrong, I was wrong, you must not tell your wife." Pearl felt very aggrieved. She was just asking.

"Don't ask, he is not. It's not now, and it's not possible in the future. Remember, if you talk about this, your wife hears it and your tongue will be light when you twist it." Yue Gui also kindly warned her.

"I understand." Pearl still couldn't suppress her curiosity. Yang Bo was obviously an adult man with a foreign surname, but he followed the lady every day, which was not confusing.

However, anyone could see that Yang Bo really put the lady in the tip of his heart, and even if he felt a little wronged, he couldn't bear to bear it. He saw that the husband who had caused trouble on the Mid-Autumn Festival would know that the fate was so miserable.

Zhuang Shuyi felt uncomfortable for a while and felt a little thirsty. He wanted to call someone to pour a glass of water, but he was embarrassed to let someone see his eyes red now, so he got out of bed and planned to fall down himself.

As soon as she stepped onto the ground with one foot, Yang Bo opened the door and came in. "Liuliu, why are you coming down? Do you want to drink water? I'll pour it for you. Don't come down, the ground is cold."

Zhuang Shuyi obediently returned to the bed and waited for water to drink. She was a little sad, but she became happy again when she saw Yang Bo. The girl in love was so unreasonable.

"Yangbo, I want to eat roast duck."
Chapter completed!