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

Back at the villa, Wei Xun parked his bicycle under the awning by the door, turned to Nan Yan and said, "Go take a shower, you're all sweaty."

"Okay." Nan Yan turned and ran upstairs.

He took some clean clothes, went into the bathroom, and turned on the hot water tap.

The warm water flowed over my body, washing away the fatigue from the bike ride.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the image of Wei Xun supporting his waist would appear in his mind, and the sensation of his fingertips touching his skin seemed to still be there, making his heart beat faster again.

Nan Yan quickly finished showering, dried her hair with a towel, changed into a clean short-sleeved shirt and trousers, and went downstairs. She saw Wei Xun sitting on the sofa in the living room watching the news.

The restaurant tables were already set with food: four dishes and a soup.

When Aunt Chen saw Nan Yan come down, she smiled and said, "Young Master Nan Yan, dinner is ready. Mr. Wei, I'll head back now. I'll come back early tomorrow morning to clean up the dishes."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work." Wei Xun didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the TV screen.

Aunt Chen quietly closed the door and left.

"Come and eat." Wei Xun turned off the TV, stood up, and walked towards the dining room.

Nan Yan walked over and sat down, looking at the dishes on the table. One of them was boiled shrimp. The shrimp were very large and looked very fresh.

He had never eaten shrimp before and didn't know how to peel them, so he just ate beef and vegetables.

Wei Xun ate for a while, then put down his chopsticks, took the whole plate of shrimp in front of him, and began to slowly peel the shells.

"Did you encounter any difficulties in class with Teacher Zhang today?" Wei Xun asked casually as he peeled the shell.

"No, Teacher Zhang explained it very clearly and taught me to recognize pinyin and Chinese characters. He is very knowledgeable and like a kind old grandfather."

"Yes, study hard."

"Teacher Zhang praised me, saying I learned quickly, so she taught me to sing."

"Oh? Sing it for me?"

"...Sir, I sing terribly..."

"Haha, I won't force you." Wei Xun laughed, then picked up another shrimp and started peeling it: "When you went to the bakery to report for duty, did the manager give you any trouble?"

"No, the manager was very nice and even gave me a tour of the kitchen." Nan Yan said excitedly, "The kitchen has many ovens and all kinds of cake-making ingredients; it looks very professional..."

Wei Xun listened patiently, his hands never stopping.

After peeling them, Wei Xun placed all the shrimp on the plate in front of Nan Yan.

Nan Yan was flattered and said, "Are you giving them all to me, sir? You should eat some too."

"Here you go. Eat more so you can grow up quickly."

"Sir, I'm all grown up now," Nan Yan frowned, protesting somewhat unhappily.

"Really?" Wei Xun looked up at him, his eyes filled with a hint of teasing.

"Of course!" Nan Yan said firmly, her neck stiff. "Don't underestimate me, sir."

"Ha, you're still too young."

"Where am I small?!" Nan Yan retorted.

Wei Xun chuckled, his gaze slowly sweeping over Nan Yan's body and lips: "You're small everywhere."

Nan Yan's face instantly turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp.

He gripped his chopsticks tightly, his lips pressed into a thin line, sulking. He picked up the shrimp from the bowl and stuffed them into his mouth, eating them one after another at a rapid pace.

"Oh, is our silly goose angry?"

Nan Yan ignored him and continued eating.

Looking at his chubby cheeks, Wei Xun found them rather cute and couldn't resist moving closer to give Nan Yan a light kiss on the cheek.

"So cute." Wei Xun said with a doting tone.

Nan Yan's face turned even redder, and her heart was pounding.

He abruptly pushed back his chair and stood up, his voice trembling slightly: "I...I need to go do my homework!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the study without waiting for Wei Xun's response. His steps were fast and hurried, as if something was chasing him.

Wei Xun watched his flustered back and couldn't help but laugh out loud. He shook his head, picked up his chopsticks, and finished the rest of his meal.

……

In the study, Nan Yan sat at her desk, her cheeks still burning.

He touched his cheek, where Wei Xun's warmth still lingered.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, and started doing his homework.

After an unknown amount of time, the study door was pushed open.

Wei Xun walked in: "How's it going?"

Nan Yan was startled. She quickly put down her pen, stood up, and looked at him: "Sir."

"Let me see." Wei Xun walked over and picked up the pinyin book and writing book on the table.

He first opened the pinyin book and looked at it page by page. The pinyin was written neatly and without any mistakes.

Then he opened the notebook again, and after reading a few pages, Nan Yan suddenly reached out and pressed the notebook down, preventing him from turning the pages any further.

"What's wrong?" Wei Xun raised an eyebrow and looked at Nan Yan.

"No...it's nothing." Nan Yan's face flushed slightly, her eyes darting around. "Sir, I haven't finished writing yet."

"I think you've almost finished writing." Wei Xun tried to move his hand away and continue flipping through the pages.

Nan Yan panicked and quickly pulled out the bottom sheet of paper from the notebook, clenched it tightly in her hand, and then crumpled it into a ball.

"What does it say? Let me see it." Wei Xun's gaze fell on the crumpled paper in his hand.

"No." Nan Yan hid the crumpled paper behind her back and said, mustering her courage.

"You're being disobedient, aren't you?" Wei Xun frowned slightly. "Take it out."

Nan Yan's body trembled, and she dared not resist any longer, but she still held the paper ball tightly in her hand and refused to let go.

Wei Xun stepped forward, bent down, and took the crumpled paper from his hand.

Nan Yan tried to dodge, but Wei Xun gently blocked her with his body, making her unable to move.

Wei Xun unfolded the paper ball, on which were written two names—"Wei Xun" and "Nan Yan"—and a heart drawn around the two names.

"Oh..." Wei Xun looked at the contents of the paper, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Nan Yan's face was so red it was almost bleeding, and she wished she could disappear into the ground.

He kept his head down, not daring to look Wei Xun in the eye, his ears turning bright red: "I...I didn't mean to..."

"So, a primary school student has a crush on me?" Wei Xun placed the crumpled paper on the desk and reached out to ruffle Nan Yan's hair.

"I'm not a primary school student!" Nan Yan raised her head and muttered softly.

"You're still a primary school student, it's your first day learning pinyin?" Wei Xun raised an eyebrow, teasing him on purpose.

Nan Yan was speechless, so she lowered her head again and stopped talking, her fingers nervously digging into the edge of the desk.

Seeing his aggrieved look, Wei Xun stopped teasing him and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, keep writing, don't get distracted. Let me check your homework when you're done."

After saying that, he walked to another desk in the study, sat down, opened his laptop, and began to work on the unfinished tasks.

Nan Yan secretly glanced at him, and seeing that Wei Xun was already focused on the computer screen, she breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her pen, and continued copying her homework.

This time, however, his heart was beating even faster, his hand trembled slightly as he wrote, and he couldn't help but steal glances at Wei Xun from the corner of his eye.

Ten minutes later, Nan Yan finally finished her homework.

He stood up, took the completed pinyin and writing notebooks, walked to Wei Xun's desk, and whispered, "Sir, I'm finished."

However, Wei Xun was already in work mode at this point.

He was looking at a report when he heard this. He looked up, took the notebook from the man's hand, and quickly glanced at it: "Hmm, not bad. Much neater than my name on the previous piece of paper."

Nan Yan blushed again and lowered her head, not daring to speak.

"Go have some fun." Wei Xun handed the notebook back to him and looked back at the computer screen: "Play games, watch videos, whatever you want, then go to bed early."

Nan Yan took the notebook, but did not leave immediately. Instead, she stood there and looked up at Wei Xun.

Wei Xun noticed his gaze and looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

Nan Yan pursed her lips, said nothing, and turned to leave the study.

Instead of playing games, he rolled up his sleeves and started clearing the dishes.

An hour later, Nan Yan made egg tarts for Wei Xun, put them on a plate, and carefully carried them into the study.

"Sir, please have some."

Wei Xun looked up and glanced at the egg tart: "Thank you, leave it here, I'll eat it after I finish reading this recipe."

Nan Yan placed the plate on the corner of his desk and stood aside, as if she had something to say.

Wei Xun sensed Nan Yan's unusual behavior, glanced at the clock on the wall, and saw it was already 10:30. He then said, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Nan Yan stood still, her eyes showing some hesitation.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Wei Xun asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Nan Yan bit her lip, finally mustering her courage, and whispered, "Sir, you said before that I should thank you again tonight. I..."

Looking at his flushed cheeks and expectant eyes, Wei Xun couldn't help but laugh: "Trying to seduce me with that expression again?"

Nan Yan's face instantly turned bright red. She lowered her head, her fingers nervously gripping the hem of her clothes.

Wei Xun reached out and touched his face: "I'm a bit busy today, I'll owe you for now."

His tone was gentle: "Go to sleep first tonight, okay?"

Nan Yan raised her head, glanced at Wei Xun, and seeing the weariness in his eyes, nodded.

He turned and walked out of the study, returning to his bedroom, feeling empty inside.