Sister, can I be a maid too?

My younger sister looked down at it, and after a few seconds, she gently pushed the notebook with her reply back.

During self-study, the two of them actually started passing their notebooks back and forth.

As Lin Jianxia watched, her brows slowly furrowed.

—No, I didn't notice it when I was sitting next to it, but now that I'm looking from behind... it's so obvious!

Jiang Yubai! What's with you pulling a chicken leg out of your bag and handing it to me? We're still in class, that's so blatant!

No, why are you still spreading it? You're still spreading it!

This is never going to end!

Lin Jianxia's cheeks puffed out more and more as she looked at herself. Just then, a soft question suddenly came to her ear:

Are you looking at Lin Tingwan?

Lin Jianxia snapped out of her daze and turned to look.

Zhao Yun, who should have been engrossed in her work, had somehow raised her head and was looking at her sideways.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Jianxia nodded.

Zhao Yun followed her gaze to the front row for a while, then suddenly sighed softly.

When he spoke again, his tone carried a hint of wry smile:

"They've always been like this."

"I don't know what happened. We didn't talk at all before school started, but after we became deskmates, we kept passing notes and sharing snacks. It was like we had so much to talk about."

"They don't try to hide it at all; students sitting in the back can basically see it as soon as they look up."

Zhao Yun pursed her lips and lowered her voice:

"Now you understand... why I gave up so decisively."

As Lin Jianxia listened, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She really hadn't expected it to be so obvious from the back row...

Zhao Yun turned her head and asked again, "Um... Lin Jianxia, ​​you're Lin Tingwan's older sister, right? Do you know why?"

"N-I don't know..." Lin Jianxia said guiltily.

"You don't know either?"

Zhao Yun seemed quite disappointed. After a pause, she suddenly sighed.

"Then... Lin Tingwan must be a very special person to Jiang Yubai."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jianxia suddenly felt an urge to refute it.

—It's not Wanwan, it's me!

—The one who passed notes and chatted with Jiang Yubai, the one he fed him snacks...

It's me.

The thought popped up without warning, startling even herself, and she stood there stunned in her seat.

By the time she came to her senses, Zhao Yun had already lowered her head and continued writing her questions.

Looking up, Jiang Yubai's side had also quieted down. He was holding his forehead with both hands, looking like he was thinking seriously.

But Lin Jianxia knew that this guy was probably secretly catching up on sleep or something.

Pshaw, still the same old tricks, aren't they afraid of getting caught by the teacher...

Lin Jianxia withdrew her gaze, took a deep breath, and lowered her head to continue looking at the exam paper.

This time, however, her thoughts could not find peace.

Chapter 184 Just this once... Don't let it happen again.

"Is your sister unhappy?"

Looking at the small notebook handed to her, Lin Jianxia blinked and subconsciously turned her head to look at it.

Lin Tingwan held up the notebook carefully, her eyes revealing a hint of worry.

"N-nothing..." Lin Jianxia chuckled dryly, "I was just... just thinking about something."

"Thinking about something?" Jiang Yubai couldn't help but interject, "You seem completely absorbed in your thoughts, what are you thinking about so intently?"

For some reason, as soon as Lin Jianxia heard this guy's voice, a nameless anger surged up in her heart.

She turned her little head and glared at him:

"Whose soul has wandered off?! I was just thinking about the question!"

Jiang Yubai clearly didn't believe her, but seeing her prickly expression, he softened his tone, still somewhat doubtful:

"Okay... If you really have any questions, remember to tell me, or you can tell your sister too."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jianxia paused for a moment, then awkwardly turned her face away and softly uttered an "Oh".

—What are you up to?

Jiang Yubai was puzzled, but didn't press the matter further. Instead, he cupped his hands to his mouth and coughed in a very affected manner.

Sure enough, Lin Jianxia immediately turned her head and her eyes shot over:

"What's wrong? Is your throat sore?"

Jiang Yubai didn't respond to her words, but instead spoke in a serious tone:

"Lin Jianxia, ​​do you know the three main signs that someone has something on their mind?"

Lin Jianxia blinked:

"what?"

First, they like to ask "why".

"?" Lin Jianxia was speechless. "No, does this count?"

"Secondly, they like to ask rhetorical questions."

Lin Jianxia was so angry that she laughed. She turned her head to stare at Jiang Yubai, wanting to see what else he could come up with.

Jiang Yubai, however, leisurely met her gaze and refused to continue.

Finally, Lin Jianxia couldn't hold back any longer and said in an annoyed tone:

"Hey, if I say 'Jiang Yubai is a pig' right now, wouldn't the third point become 'likes calling Jiang Yubai a pig'?"

Only then did Jiang Yubai leisurely reveal the answer:

"Third, being too clever for one's own good."

Lin Jianxia froze for two seconds, then her eyes slowly widened:

"Jiang-Yu-Bai!!!"

"Let me make this clear first, a gentleman acts without words, so if you—hey hey hey hey, what are you doing!"

"Who's a gentleman like you?!"

.......

"Young Master Jiang, it's time to order."

In the living room, Lin Jianxia pursed her lips and added,

"Let's make this clear beforehand, no more stir-fried pork with chili peppers! We've been eating it for three days straight!"

Jiang Yubai swallowed his words in great disappointment, and thought for a moment:

"Hmm...how about some braised pork ribs? Just plain braised is fine, I'll make the dipping sauce, and we can just have some vegetables with it."

"You can ask Wanwan about the rest, or you can do it yourself."

Lin Jianxia looked at her younger sister, and seeing her gently shake her head, she made the decision:

"Then it's settled. But stewing pork ribs takes quite a while, so it might be past seven o'clock by the time we eat."

"It's alright, it's Friday anyway, it's worth waiting," Jiang Yu waved his hand. "Wanwan is still eating chicken wings, so she shouldn't be too hungry."

"Okay, you chat with Wanwan for a while, I'm going to cook."

Seeing Lin Jianxia turn and go into the kitchen, Jiang Yubai turned his head to look.

Lin Tingwan was standing quietly beside him, eating chicken wings in small bites.

He thought for a moment, then this time he didn't ask anything. Instead, he took the girl's wrist and led her straight into the study.

After gently tucking Tingting into a chair, Jiang Yubai didn't rush to speak. He simply sat down on a chair beside her and silently watched her.

Lin Tingwan looked down at the chicken wing in her hand, then looked up at Jiang Yubai. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out and offered the chicken wing, which still had a little bit left, to his mouth.

Jiang Yubai: "......."

—No, I was looking at you because I wanted to wait until you finished the chicken wing so we could talk. It wasn't because I was craving it and wanted to take the half chicken wing from your hand!

—Besides, you've already eaten half of it, isn't it a bit inappropriate to hand it to me again?

—While I don't mind, I'm afraid you'll get a scolding if your sister sees you...

Although he had a lot to complain about and his mind was racing with comments, Jiang Yubai hesitated to speak, but eventually obediently lowered his head and took a bite of the half chicken wing from her hand.

Mmm, it smells delicious.

Just as he swallowed the chicken wing in his mouth, Lin Tingwan pulled a tissue from the table, leaned over slightly, and earnestly wiped the corner of his mouth.

The series of movements were so natural that by the time Jiang Yubai realized what was happening, she had already sat back down.

The girl took a tissue to wipe her mouth, then casually threw the crumpled tissue into the wastebasket before looking up at him.

Jiang Yubai belatedly raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, his expression somewhat blank.

The soft touch seemed to linger on my lips, and it was a little itchy.

He ultimately couldn't bring himself to say something like, "Don't wipe it next time, okay?"—something that would be like taking advantage and then acting innocent—so he just coughed lightly and got down to business:

"Um... Wanwan, have you noticed that your sister seems a bit off these past few days?"