I was in my final year of high school, and my deskmate found out I was writing a novel!

Ye Feng's bedroom.

A person sits in front of a computer, typing away intently, while a movie is playing on a projector on the wall above their head.

Su Miaomiao lay on the bed, her snow-white, straight legs crossed, watching a movie and occasionally picking up her phone to send a message.

Li Hongmei: "Oh dear, is this guy crazy? You're such a beautiful woman, walking around with your legs up and he's playing games instead of you?"

Su Miaomiao: "Get lost, he has important business to attend to."

Su Miaomiao couldn't say that Ye Feng was writing a novel, because Ye Feng wouldn't let her say it and didn't want more people to know, so she said that Ye Feng was playing a game.

Who would have thought that Li Hongmei would say such a thing? However, she was indeed somewhat indignant.

He's such a big... well, there's a pretty girl right here, and he doesn't even look at her!

"What important business could he possibly have? By the way, Miaomiao, you guys... you're living together now?"

"What? We live relatively close by, I just came over to visit him."

"So...do you guys have that?"

"Which one?"

Su Miaomiao understood, but she was too embarrassed to say it.

"Whichever else? The one where you give birth!"

"No! Hongmei, you're thinking dirty thoughts!"

"Tch, you think that's dirty stuff? I don't believe you haven't thought about it."

Have you thought about it? How could I not have thought about it? But there's a big difference between thinking about it yourself and saying it out loud.

"Do you think... Ye Feng might not know how? Should I send you some instructional materials so you can secretly show them to him and let him learn?"

"Li Hongmei!"

After chatting for a short while, Li Hongmei logged off and went out to play, seemingly unbothered by the sweltering heat.

Su Miaomiao was bored again and couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore. She thought of what Li Hongmei had just said.

So, she got out of bed, walked over to Ye Feng, and plopped down on the armrest of his sofa, ignoring the chair next to her.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I just came to watch you write. You can continue writing; I won't bother you."

While saying she wouldn't disturb him, she kept touching Ye Feng's ear and resting her head on his shoulder, making little movements all the time.

Ye Feng couldn't concentrate on writing anymore, so he scooped Su Miaomiao up and made her sit on his lap.

"Stop fooling around, I'll be done soon."

Su Miaomiao stopped making a fuss. She had achieved her goal. I knew it! How could a young couple not stick together in the house?

That day, Ye Feng wrote a total of 10,000 words and posted them all at once, as if he were making up for lost time.

"It should be cooler outside now, want to go for a walk?"

"Where should we go?"

"Hmm... how about we go buy a small two-seater sofa? That way it'll be more convenient for you to sit next to me."

Holding it is indeed nice, but your legs can't take it. It's okay for a short while, but try it for an hour or two!

"Okay, okay."

Buying a sofa was just a pretense; Su Miaomiao simply didn't want to stay at home—it was too boring.

At 5 p.m., the two finished getting ready and drove straight to the mall.

"Ye Feng, Ye Feng, how about this one?"

Su Miaomiao stared at a small fabric sofa with shining eyes.

The sofa is simple, just quite long, and can seat two people.

The two had been browsing for quite some time, but hadn't found a sofa they liked yet. They were either too big or too small. This miniature version of a two-seater sofa was something they had never seen before.

"This one?"

"It matches your home decor quite well."

"This one will do!"

What's there to not understand? If you like it, just buy it. It's not expensive anyway.

I've paid, and they offer door-to-door delivery, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.

Instead of going straight back, the two continued to wander around without a destination, looking at everything but buying very little.

......

"Now I'll have a seat too!"

The next day, when the sofa was delivered, Su Miaomiao was happy and cheerfully pulled Ye Feng to sit on the sofa.

"That makes it sound like I'm abusing you."

"That's true, that stool is hard and uncomfortable to sit on."

"Then just tell me, and I'll make mine for you."

Su Miaomiao took off her slippers and put them on the sofa. She leaned against Ye Feng, placed his hand on her stomach, and closed her eyes comfortably.

Ye Feng also thought this sofa was pretty good. Look, he's typing with one hand and starting navigation with the other!

"You~"

Her hands were out of control again. Su Miaomiao tensed up and instinctively pressed her hands down, but then rolled her eyes cutely and let Ye Feng have his way.

He was in no mood to write anything, so he simply picked up Su Miaomiao, put her on his lap, and pressed his head against her.

Su Miaomiao slowly moved her hands from Ye Feng's chest to his neck, her whole body flushed.

"Stop rubbing it, it hurts~"

"Miaomiao, haven't you ever heard the phrase 'mommy mommy'?"

"You look down on me!"

"Forehead..."

Su Miaomiao got off Ye Feng's lap, partly because she was afraid he would continue to touch her, and partly because it was uncomfortable.

Ye Feng was in pain; the more pleasure he had just enjoyed, the more pain he was now experiencing.

"Wonderful~"

"What~"

Ye Feng then hugged Su Miaomiao again and whispered in her ear.

"You scoundrel!"

"Miaomiao, I feel unwell."

Su Miaomiao couldn't resist Ye Feng's coquettish manner and really couldn't refuse him. After all, she liked this guy so much.

However, Su Miaomiao was too embarrassed to be there, so she pulled Ye Feng down onto the bed, covered herself with the blanket, and then blushed as she put her hands under the blanket. Ye Feng whispered instructions in her ear, encouraging her as he did so.

What could Su Miaomiao do? She could only do as she was told. She had already agreed, how could she give up halfway? Su Miaomiao was not that kind of person!

After struggling for more than half an hour, Ye Feng finally felt comfortable. He lay there staring at the ceiling and suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette for some reason.

Su Miaomiao came back from the bathroom, jumped onto the bed, and kicked Ye Feng.

"Hehehe."

"Still laughing! You scoundrel, my hand is killing me!"

"Let me rub it for you."

He then pulled Su Miaomiao into his arms and began the next round.

In the evening, after the two finished dinner, Su Miaomiao was about to go home.

"It's all your fault, look how wrinkled my clothes are."

"It's my fault, it's my fault. Let's go shopping for clothes tomorrow."

"Who asked you to buy clothes? Never mind, I'll go back after I take a shower."

Yesterday, Su Miaomiao brought some of her own clothes over, wasn't it precisely because of this situation?

Su Miaomiao went to take a shower, and Ye Feng stopped lying down. He wasn't going to peek; there was no need. He'd already seen most of it today!

"Miaomiao, take some of the fruit I bought today back for your uncle and aunt. We can't finish it all."

In the bathroom, Su Miaomiao replied while taking a shower.

"Let's forget about it. They don't like fruit, and they're not even home."

"You can wash them and pack them in lunchboxes for them to take with them. They'll definitely enjoy them. We bought so much anyway, so we can try other fruits after they're done."