Chapter 16.2

Wen Yue turned back in alarm: “What are you doing!?”

She was so startled that she almost dropped the bowl she was holding.

Zhou Yao’s eyes darted away, and he pressed his lips together: “I accidentally bumped into it.”

“Well, you’re really clumsy. Pick up the cutting board and wash it,” Wen Yue said as she scooped the dumplings floating in the pot and served some soup. “You can eat now. After you finish, remember to wash the bowl with the hot water.”

Zhou Yao’s face turned slightly red, not very noticeable in the dim light.

He grunted in agreement, unusually refraining from retorting, obediently picking up the cutting board from the floor to rinse it, and washed his hands before grabbing the dumplings from the stove, devouring them one by one.

Wen Yue looked at him with curiosity, washed her hands, dried them, and stepped outside to pull out a ball of yarn from the backpack, unfolding it and reentering the kitchen.

Zhou Yao ate incredibly fast.

Wen Yue had saved fifteen dumplings, and in just a few minutes, he finished them all, soup and all.

No wonder he could grow so tall.

Wen Yue nodded in approval.

Holding one end of the yarn and a pair of simple scissors, she said to Zhou Yao: “Wait a moment before you wash the dishes. Stand straight so I can measure you.”

Zhou Yao, who was just about to wash the dishes, lifted his eyes to look at her.

Their home didn’t have a dedicated measuring tape, so Wen Yue could only use yarn to make a rough measurement.

She gestured for Zhou Yao to stand straight and stretch out his arms.

Zhou Yao didn’t move, his dark eyes fixed on her: “What are you doing?”

Wen Yue was already standing in front of him, tilting her small, pale face, which was barely larger than his palm, and said confidently: “I plan to learn how to make clothes, so I want to practice on you. Is that okay?”

Make him… clothes?

Zhou Yao’s throat moved, feigning indifference: “Suit yourself.”

Wen Yue pressed on: “Then stretch your arms out so I can measure you. I forgot to ask you to buy a measuring tape, so I’ll just use the yarn to make do.”

Zhou Yao stretched his arms out to the sides.

Wen Yue stood on her toes, carefully measuring the length of his arms.

The man’s skin felt a bit warm.

He was just in a tank top, exposing a large area of skin. Wen Yue was being very cautious, but her fingertips still brushed against his body.

They were very close, and the heat emanating from him washed over her.

Wen Yue felt a bit flushed from the warmth, and looking at the outline of his chest muscles, she couldn’t help but pretend to accidentally poke him gently a couple of times.

Wow, they were solid as a rock.

Where did she read that chest muscles were soft? What a lie! They were clearly hard!

Wen Yue’s eyes sparkled as she poked him a couple more times.

“…Are you done measuring?” Zhou Yao’s voice came, slightly hoarse and holding back irritation.

His back teeth were clenched tightly, and his muscles were taut.

Tilting his chin up to stare at the light bulb above, as if trying to discern a flower, he made an effort to ignore the soft sensations occasionally brushing against him.

Time passed so slowly.

Was it really necessary to take this long to measure?

Her hands were so soft.

She smelled strangely nice; was that how fragrant soap was?

Zhou Yao had a lot of thoughts flashing through his mind, and in the end, he couldn’t help but ask.

“Ahem, alright,” Wen Yue finally felt a bit embarrassed, her cheeks reddening as she pulled her hand back and took a few steps back. “Could you help me carry the backpack into the house? It’s too heavy for me.”

Zhou Yao discreetly sighed in relief: “Sure.”

He stepped outside, effortlessly lifted the backpack, and brought it into the house.

Wen Yue followed behind with a smile, “There’s still some water in the back pot; it should be enough for you to take a bath. I’ll go to bed now, okay?”

“I forgot to mention, I have to go to the city again tomorrow,” Zhou Yao said, looking at her. “Is there anything else you need me to bring?”

Wen Yue thought for two seconds: “A notebook and a pencil?”

She needed them to sketch out her designs.

Zhou Yao nodded: “Alright, I’ll remember. Sleep well.”

Wen Yue wished him goodnight and closed the door.

Instead of going to bed immediately, she took out the fabric from the backpack and measured it a few times, thinking about what kind of clothes to make.

How about a shirt? That shouldn’t be too difficult.

Zhou Yao usually didn’t do much manual labor, so wearing a shirt wouldn’t affect him.

Yes, then it would be a shirt.

Wen Yue happily made her decision, turned off the light, and went to bed.

On the other side, Zhou Yao, who usually fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed, was surprisingly restless.

He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, the scene of Wen Yue measuring his arm length replaying in his mind, as if the warm touch still lingered on his skin.

Zhou Yao felt something was off.

He flipped over again, pondering for a moment, and finally found a suitable reason.

It must be because it was the first time someone wanted to help him make clothes; he was just too excited.

Reaching that conclusion, the awkward emotions that had been bothering Zhou Yao eased a bit.

Great, tomorrow he could show off to Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao again.

He had really married a great wife.

Feeling satisfied, Zhou Yao fell asleep with a smile on his lips.