"Mm, it's still early, and it's the weekend—no need to rush." Ye Shuang held the tie in his hand and glanced toward the second floor, where there was no sign of the sleepy girl waking up anytime soon.
In that case...
Ye Shuang seemed to remember something. He put down the tie and walked over to a nearby cabinet—rummaging through it before pulling out a small electric sewing machine about three fists long and a piece of beige fabric.
"Never thought I'd actually get to use this one day." He had bought the sewing machine after moving, an online purchase costing just a couple hundred yuan. Initially, he had planned to make little cat clothes for Yīwàn (Ten Thousand), though it had just been a spur-of-the-moment buy. Now, it was finally coming in handy.
"Following the original design should work." Ye Shuang cut the fabric with scissors, using about thirty centimeters of material.
The Yinshan Academy uniform tie was a standard JK-style one, shaped like an upside-down token—simple to make, just requiring two identical fabric pieces stitched together.
"Click-clack—" The rhythmic sound of the sewing machine filled the room as Ye Shuang lined up the two cut pieces of beige fabric and sewed them together.
Next was the long, elastic band.
Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting a glow on Ye Shuang's focused profile. The quiet apartment was filled only with the soft chime of a windbell swaying and the steady hum of the sewing machine.
"Mm, not bad."
Soon, Ye Shuang had finished—a beige school tie.
[Item: Handmade Tie
A tie crafted out of sheer boredom. Maybe you could sew the girl a pair of panties next?]
Ye Shuang: "..."
"How is it?" he asked Yīwàn, who was sprawled lazily on the table.
The cat stretched out a paw, tapped the tie, then yawned widely before flopping over and falling back asleep.
"How can you sleep at your age?"
"Get up and sleep again."
Still, after a moment, Ye Shuang felt the plain tie looked a bit too monotonous. Thinking for a second, he pulled out a needle and thread, licked the end to thread it, then sat on the couch and embroidered a Pikachu onto the tie.
"Mm, much better." He held the tie up against Bai Yuyou’s uniform, comparing them before nodding in satisfaction.
After folding the clothes neatly, Ye Shuang carried them upstairs and placed them in the wardrobe.
Just then, he heard movement behind him. Turning, he saw Bai Yuyou sitting on the bed in a daze, her expression blank—clearly still half-asleep.
Only when she spotted Ye Shuang standing by the wardrobe did she stretch out her arms. "Hug..."
"Time to get up. We’re heading to the amusement park soon." Ye Shuang had barely sat on the edge of the bed when Bai Yuyou buried her face in his lap and refused to move.
She even pulled the blanket over herself.
Ye Shuang: "..."
No choice. He resigned himself to idly pinching her cheeks, letting her indulge in a few more minutes of shut-eye.
Twenty minutes later, Bai Yuyou finally dragged herself out of bed to wash up.
"Ye Shuang, what should I wear...?"
When she reappeared, she was holding clothes while wearing nothing but her underwear, asking for his opinion.
"That black T-shirt and denim shorts are good for the park. And no running around half-naked." Ye Shuang averted his gaze.
"But I’m wearing clothes..."
"Underwear doesn’t count!"
Soon, Bai Yuyou was dressed. Ye Shuang’s choice was perfect—the loose black T-shirt was comfortable for moving around, and the denim shorts showcased her long, snow-white legs, giving her a youthful, energetic vibe.
"Feels like something’s missing."
Ye Shuang stroked his chin, then suddenly remembered. He pulled a baseball cap from the cabinet and placed it on her head.
"Perfect. Streetwear style."
"?" Bai Yuyou touched the cap, blinking in confusion.
Ye Shuang changed into his own outfit—a black T-shirt and jeans, matching hers since they’d bought them together. The coordinated look gave off a... well...
"Father-daughter outfits?" Ye Shuang checked their reflection in the full-length mirror, finding the similarity oddly amusing.
"Couple outfits," Bai Yuyou corrected.
Ye Shuang looked at her. "Where’d you learn that word?"
Bai Yuyou tilted her head up. "The lady selling clothes..."
"Alright then."
Packing sandwiches and water, Ye Shuang led the girl out.
The weather was beautiful. As he drove out of the garage, the sky was a clear blue, and even without a breeze, the air felt refreshing.
A sunny day off was unbeatable—just looking outside lifted the mood.
People were easily influenced, whether by others or their surroundings.
The amusement park Keke had given them tickets for was quite a distance away, located on an island. They’d need to take the highway and then cross a bridge—though for other islands, a ferry might’ve been necessary. Once on the highway, Ye Shuang unconsciously pressed the accelerator a little harder.
Glancing to the side, he noticed Bai Yuyou scrolling through short videos on her phone.
"What are you watching?"
"Amusement park... guides..." The girl’s face was serious. "Learning how to take Ye Shuang around."
Ye Shuang couldn’t help but laugh.
"Oh really? Then I’ll be counting on you to lead the way."
"Okay."
Unaware of his teasing tone, Bai Yuyou diligently studied the park guides.
Smiling, Ye Shuang turned his attention back to the road.
About an hour later, as they exited the highway, Bai Yuyou spotted the ocean through the window. She pressed a hand against the glass. "Ye Shuang, the sea..."
"Great weather means a great view." Ye Shuang recalled their recent seashell-collecting trip—if they wanted truly turquoise waters, they’d need to take a boat to one of the farther islands.
Maybe someday he’d take her on a ferry ride.
Finally, they arrived.
"Typical weekend crowd." The entrance was packed with cars, all here for fun.
Luckily, the line moved quickly. After parking, Ye Shuang took the tickets and led Bai Yuyou to the gate.
The ticket inspector turned out to be someone in a Pikachu mascot suit—plump, wobbly, with plastic eyes that gleamed unnervingly.
"Now that I think about it, Keke did mention this park had a Pokémon collaboration." Ye Shuang mused at the sight.
After scanning their tickets, they passed by "Pikachu," only for the mascot to suddenly spin around and—smack—slap Ye Shuang’s butt.
Ye Shuang: "?"
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