It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

The oven's "ding" broke the sweet, intimate atmosphere between the two.

Wei Xun released Nan Yan and reached out to rub her reddened earlobe: "The cake is ready."

Nan Yan took a half step back like a startled deer, her cheeks still burning. She lowered her head and responded with an "Mm," then turned and quickly walked towards the oven.

As soon as the oven door opened, the aroma of the cake wafted out, and the fluffy sponge cake, golden in color, had slightly raised edges.

Wei Xun followed behind, reaching out to grasp the oven handle and helping to remove the baking tray, placing it on a heat-resistant mat: "Be careful, it's hot."

Nan Yan nodded, and after the cake cooled slightly, she picked up a spatula and ran it around the edge. With a gentle tap, the cake was completely unmolded.

Nan Yan felt a pair of restless hands wrap around her waist again, and blushed as she said, "Sir, please sit down and wait for me."

Wei Xun kissed his cheek and reluctantly retreated to sit on the sofa.

Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief and used a spatula to spread the cream evenly on the surface of the cake.

He then took out fresh raspberries from the refrigerator and arranged them one by one on the cream.

The red fruit looked especially beautiful against the backdrop of the creamy white cream.

Nan Yan cut off a piece, put it in a small white porcelain plate, picked it up, and turned to walk towards the living room.

Wei Xun was leaning back on the sofa, his legs crossed, in a languid posture.

Nan Yan handed the plate to him: "Sir, please have a taste."

Wei Xun picked up his fork, forked a small piece, and put it in his mouth.

The cake is soft and fluffy, the cream is sweet but not cloying, and it also has a hint of tartness from the raspberries, creating distinct layers of flavor.

He chewed, looking at Nan Yan's anxious eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Delicious."

Nan Yan's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing the praise.

Wei Xun placed the plate on the coffee table next to him and took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket—it was the business card that the owner of apartment 503 had given to Nan Yan.

He held the business card between his fingers and gave it a gentle shake: "You still want to work at his bakery?"

Nan Yan instinctively gripped the hem of her clothes and nodded cautiously.

Seeing his expression, Wei Xun's heart softened, and he handed the business card back to Nan Yan: "You can go."

Nan Yan suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with surprise.

"You can go every morning," Wei Xun added. "I've already told him that he won't get paid and can choose not to go anytime. Also, he can only stay in the kitchen; he's not allowed to work as a waiter in the shop, nor will he have to do any rough or miscellaneous work. He'll just learn how to make cakes."

"Yes!" Nan Yan readily agreed.

Wei Xun added, "You must go home after work every day. Teacher Zhang will come to class at 2 PM sharp. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Nan Yan nodded excitedly, "Thank you, sir!"

"We've also hired a tutor, an experienced one named Zhang Qiming, a Chinese language teacher." Wei Xun leaned back on the sofa, watching his excited expression, his smile deepening.

"Let him teach you whatever you want to learn. If he can't teach you, we'll find someone else. Don't force yourself to do something you don't want to do."

Nan Yan's eyes welled up slightly, her heart filled with gratitude—she was so fortunate to have such an opportunity to learn baking, which she loved, and to read and write.

Wei Xun then changed the subject: "Also, when you have classes with Teacher Zhang, you can only do so in public areas such as the study or the living room. You are not allowed to enter any other rooms."

He pointed to the corner of the living room: "There are surveillance cameras in the public areas, and I can check them at any time."

Nan Yan followed his finger and looked at the monitor. The small camera was embedded in the corner of the ceiling and was not very conspicuous.

He nodded as if he understood, knowing only that it was the teacher's rule and he had to obey it.

"Thank you, sir." His voice was sincere.

"Thank me?" Wei Xun suddenly leaned forward, a wicked glint in his eyes, his tone ambiguous: "Just saying thank you?"

Nan Yan paused for a moment, looking at him blankly, "Then... shall I get you another piece of cake?"

Wei Xun chuckled softly, "Alright."

Nan Yan quickly turned around and ran back to the kitchen, cut another piece of cake, and even added two extra raspberries before carrying the plate back to the living room.

But Wei Xun remained seated on the sofa with his legs crossed, completely still, without even lifting a hand.

"Sir, please have some."

"You feed me." Wei Xun grinned mischievously.

"this……"

Although she was a little embarrassed, Nan Yan still took a fork, forked a small piece of cake, and held it to his mouth.

Wei Xun turned his head away, avoiding his hand: "Sit on my lap, get closer to feed me."

Nan Yan's face flushed red again, and the fork in her hand froze in mid-air, looking somewhat at a loss.

"You wouldn't dare?" Wei Xun raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with provocation. "Didn't you say you were going to thank me?"

Nan Yan's cheeks burned even hotter.

He bit his lip, but ultimately couldn't resist Wei Xun's gaze, and cautiously lifted one leg...

Wei Xun raised his hand, put his arm around Nan Yan's waist, and gently pulled him down onto his lap.

His legs were very strong, and when Nan Yan sat on them, her body involuntarily tensed up, not daring to get too close.

"Relax," Wei Xun patted his waist gently. "I want to eat cake."

He took a deep breath, bent down, picked up a small piece of cake with his fork, and offered it to Wei Xun's mouth again.

This time, Wei Xun didn't dodge. He opened his mouth slightly, took the cake in his mouth, and licked the tip of Nan Yan's fork.

Nan Yan jerked her hand, and the white porcelain plate in her hand tilted abruptly, causing the cake piled high with cream and raspberries to fall onto Wei Xun's chest with a "thud".

The pale cream melted instantly, soaking his dark shirt.

"I...I'm so sorry, sir!" Nan Yan was terrified, her face turning pale. She hurriedly tried to get up from his lap: "I didn't mean to, I'll clean up right away..."

"Don't move." Wei Xun reached out and grabbed Nan Yan's wrist, making him unable to move.

Nan Yan was stunned: "Sir, I...I'll go get some tissues..." "No need." Wei Xun raised his hand and pinched his chin, forcing him to look down at him: "It's such a good cake, it would be a waste to waste it. You eat it."

"Wh...what?" Nan Yan thought she had misheard, her eyes widening in surprise.

Wei Xun's fingers caressed his chin, his tone carrying an undeniable command: "Eat."

"gentlemen……"

"right."

"gentlemen……"

"Baby, you're so..."

"..."

Nan Yan had always wanted to have a cat, and Wei Xun agreed.

So, how do cats feed themselves?

The cream spread slowly along the fabric's texture, emitting a sweet aroma.

The cat hesitated, lowering its head, its pink tongue tentatively touching the first drop of cream that slid into the crease of the fabric.

sweet.

The creamy texture is infused with the subtle tartness of raspberries.

The cat crouched down, its nose twitching slightly, following the scent downwards.

With each lick, a soft gurgling sound came from its throat, and its tail unconsciously lifted slightly.

Suddenly something brushed past my ear.

The cat's ears snapped towards the sound source, while its body remained in a licking position—

It's a cat toy adorned with colorful feathers, suspended in mid-air and swaying gently.

The tip of a feather brushed against my chin, making me feel ticklish.

The cat stopped what it was doing, its paws unconsciously scratching at the air, before it lowered its head again to look for the next piece of cream.

The cat toy was lowered in height.

This time, the feather swept directly across the tip of the tongue as it was working.

The cat abruptly pulled its head back, flattened its ears, and let out a short, sharp growl.

Eyes fixed on the cluster of shimmering colors—

It drifts to the right, and the cat's head follows; it turns to the left, and its amber pupils turn to the left.

But when the cat raises its front paw to pounce, the cat toy suddenly rises half a foot, just out of reach.

The cream still smelled enticingly sweet.

The cat decided to ignore the nuisance for the time being and immerse itself back in the sweet river.

The rough barbs on the tongue scraped against the fabric fibers, creating a sensation that was hard to describe.

When eating a certain spot, the front paws need to press against the edge of the fabric to maintain balance, and the area under the paw pads feels warm and elastic.

It licked intently, occasionally letting out a satisfied purr, its tail tip twitching slightly.

The cat toy started causing trouble again.

This time, instead of lightly swiping, I rhythmically tapped up and down the back of the cat's neck.

Tap once, pause for two seconds, then tap again.

The cat's back muscles contracted, and its ears twitched restlessly.

When the feather fell for the third time, it finally couldn't bear it any longer and turned to pounce—but it missed.

The cat toy had already been moved away, and it swayed gracefully to its side.

The smell of cream still lingers in the air.

It rested for a while and decided to finish eating first.

Returning to the source of that sweetness, I found at the end of the creamy river—the lowest point of the carpet—a piece of dry cat food lying quietly.

The cat touched it with its nose; it smelled unfamiliar.

It smells like wood?

I've never been allowed to chew on this before; the cat food has a rough surface.

If you sniff it closely, besides the smell of wood, there's also a hint of...sweetness?

The cat circled it in confusion for a moment, then tentatively bit one end of its tail.

As soon as the tooth was inserted, I felt a thin, brittle resistance—click.

A very slight cracking sound. Immediately afterwards, a small amount of sweetness entered the mouth.

It's honey.

Warm, slightly thick honey.

The cat was startled and opened its mouth, causing the chewing cat food to roll onto the floor.

It observed warily for a few seconds, then approached again and cautiously licked the edge of the crack.

sweet.

A sweeter, richer than cream.

It licked it again, then picked up the entire chewable cat food, lay down on its side, and hugged it with its two front paws.

The biting turned into rhythmic chewing.

The wooden shell made a soft, crunching sound between my teeth; the honey was plentiful and needed to be licked quickly to prevent it from dripping.

The cat was completely absorbed in the task, its ears drooping relaxed, its tail slowly sweeping across the floor.

Occasionally, honey will get on the fine hairs on its cheeks, at which point it will stop biting and stick out its tongue to carefully clean the sides of its face.

The cat toy has reappeared sometime ago.

This time it simply hovered quietly at the edge of the cat's line of sight, occasionally trembling slightly in the wind.

The cat glanced at it and continued chewing its dental chew.

But the claws holding the stick tightened even more, as if afraid of it being snatched away.

As they gnawed, their movements gradually slowed down.

Its eyelids started to droop, but its front paws, still clutching the chewable cat food, remained firmly in place.

The final lick was only half completed; the tongue rested softly on the edge of the crack, and the amber eyes closed completely.

His breathing became long and even.

She was still holding the piece of cat food in her arms, and there was a bit of gold residue on the fur around her mouth that she hadn't licked clean.

Its belly rose and fell gently with its breathing, and its tail swished twice before finally coming to a complete stop.

The cat's curled-up body was completely relaxed, and every single hair was stretched out.

It was so tired that it occasionally let out a whimper and fell into a deep sleep.