What There's Even a Bed-Warming Maid

The teachers in the office were all amused, covering their mouths and snickering. Even Su Kexi narrowed her eyes in amusement.

"I appreciate the thought, but you should use your money to buy something for yourself to eat."

Yan Yuzhu sighed and waved her hand, telling Shen Nian to go back to the classroom.

How should she put it? He had good intentions but did the wrong thing. If Shen Nian remembered her after he graduated and gave her some local specialties, that would be fine. But with their current student-teacher relationship, if she dared to accept local specialties or cash equivalents and got caught, she would have to start looking for a new job the very next day.

Shen Nian, of course, was no fool. He was just trying to farm some favorability points in the nursing home.

There was nothing wrong with joking around; that was how the relationship between students and teachers should be.

When he returned to the classroom, the class probably thought he was the teacher. They went quiet for a moment before starting to chatter again.

Shen Nian didn't say a word. He walked over to Xia Yanchun, placed a can of Wangzai milk on her desk, and took the opportunity to tease her hair.

Xia Yanchun didn't dare to make a sound, staring at the extra can of Wangzai milk in deep thought.

?

Wasn't he called to the office for a lecture? How did he end up restocking goods?

...

Evening self-study ended.

Xia Yanchun had already packed her things in advance. As soon as the bell rang, she put on her small backpack.

Inside were books, test papers, a scarf, a hot water bottle, and earmuffs. It wasn't heavy, but it was stuffed to the brim.

Shen Nian followed behind her. His backpack was flat, with not much to carry.

"Carry this for me..." When they reached the small path, mostly surrounded by unfamiliar day students, Xia Yanchun didn't care as much and dumped her backpack onto Shen Nian.

"No. I'm in a bad mood because I got lectured. Of course, I don't mind that you wrote my name down. I just feel that we are ultimately not from the same world. It's like I'm a human and you're a dog. This huge gap makes it impossible for me to communicate with you calmly. So let's just leave it at that."

"..."

A neat little combo that not only made his point clear but also managed to insult her in passing. Shen Nian really had some skills.

Xia Yanchun poked Shen Nian with her elbow. "Who told you to throw paper airplanes at me? It's your own fault for being too naughty."

"There is already a tragic, thick barrier between us, Chunbao."

"Then why are you still walking with me? You're saying one thing but meaning another."

"Damn, you can't even bear to coax me a little. My feelings are wasted. Starting tonight, we're sleeping in separate beds."

"Oh."

"Ahem, I was just joking, hehe."

"..."

Look at that, little Shen Nian, completely under her control.

Xia Yanchun's eyes curved into a smile. She leaned forward slightly, her smooth hair falling to the side of her face. "Are you still mad?"

"Not yet. I feel like I need to look at some legs to calm down."

"Pighead."

"I'm still mad and you're actually insulting me. Don't sleep too deeply tonight."

"Blegh."

Xia Yanchun stuck out her little tongue and skipped ahead.

Leaving the school gates, Shen Nian pushed his bike out and leisurely rode toward their residential complex with the little person on the backseat.

Neither Shen Nian nor Xia Yanchun felt increasingly stressed as the exams approached; instead, they felt more and more relaxed. At least, that was the case for Shen Nian.

Xia Yanchun's biggest pressure was probably the fear that his score would surpass hers.

Shen Nian muttered in his heart. His score in the first mock exam was very close to Xia Yanchun's. He thought he would be able to surpass her later, but he was still a little short in the monthly exam. Was this the conceptual suppression of an older sister over a younger brother?

Anyone who could get such a score was certainly not useless; they all had their own skills. Even if Shen Nian had a cheat, it wasn't easy to steadily win against these academic prodigies.

The girl behind him leaned her weight entirely on Shen Nian without any hesitation. Late at night, neither he nor Xia Yanchun wore a helmet, and he could feel her warm breath on his neck.

Xia Yanchun buried her face in Shen Nian's neck and secretly took a sniff. Her face didn't blush and her heart didn't race, because Shen Nian didn't know anyway.

Shen Nian was smelly... She sniffed again... Still smelly.

Upon returning to the residential complex, Xia Yanchun jogged over to buy some baby mandarin oranges.

Winter was definitely the time to eat baby mandarins; they were the sweetest during this time of year.

"Here." Xia Yanchun finished peeling one, broke it in half, and handed it to Shen Nian. "Are you not mad anymore?"

"I still think I need to look at some legs..."

"Don't even think about it!"

"I'm mad again."

"If you don't eat it, I'll eat it myself."

"I'll eat, I'll eat." Shen Nian quickly took the baby mandarin. These small mandarins were bite-sized, seedless, and could be swallowed after just a couple of chews.

Xia Yanchun preferred to eat them two segments at a time. Occasionally, when she got one with seeds, she would go "ptui ptui" in Shen Nian's direction and spit the seeds onto him.

Shen Nian was speechless.

Peashooter? When did she become one?

Once they got into the elevator, it instantly felt much warmer. Xia Yanchun finally didn't have to keep shrinking her neck like a turtle.

Feeling a bit lazy, she couldn't even be bothered to take out her scarf. She just wanted to take a comfortable hot shower and then stay in bed with Shen Nian.

She wondered if Shen Nian was actually going to come over tonight. Xia Yanchun quietly raised her eyes to look at Shen Nian, who was looking down at his phone, and her restless pinky finger poked the back of his hand.

Shen Nian glanced at her sideways. "Hmm?"

"Nothing."

"Speak if you have something to say. If you don't, I'll assume you want to sleep with me tonight."

"I said it's nothing!!!"

"Why are you shouting so loudly... You're very suspicious, Haji-Chun. What kind of bad things are you brewing?"

"I am not..."

Xia Yanchun pursed her lips, her eyes darting around. Just as the elevator doors opened, she darted out like a wisp of smoke.

Opening and closing the door in one smooth motion. Since things had come to this, it was better to take a hot shower first.

Xia Yanchun found a set of pajamas and hummed as she ran into the bathroom. Whether Shen Nian was coming or not, she would find out soon enough.

The wind was quite strong tonight, rattling the windows. Without a warm Shen Nian by her side, her hands and feet would definitely be too cold to sleep soundly.

Actually, she could have asked Shen Nian to boil some ginger sugar water for her, but it was almost time for bed... It was just more convenient to sleep together!

Shen Yue wasn't asleep yet, but she had returned to her room and was hiding inside playing on her phone.

Shen Nian took a shower, organized his backpack, and hung up his clothes to dry. By the time it was past eleven forty, he confirmed that the lights in Shen Yue's room were off before taking his keys and sneaking out.

A nemesis didn't need to knock. He had the key, so he just opened the door and walked right in.

It was getting late, and the lights in the living room were off. A sliver of light seeped out from under the bedroom door. Shen Nian deliberately took a couple of heavy steps outside.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xia Yanchun was already snuggled warmly under the covers.

"Wow, I even have a bed-warming maid. I love it."

"What are you talking about? If I knew you were coming over, I wouldn't have gotten into bed so quickly."

"What kind of talk is that? Isn't it the same whoever warms the bed?" Shen Nian sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off his shoes, and squeezed the soft Xia Yanchun to the inside. "You sleep on the inside tonight."

"The adult wants to sleep on the outside..."

"Then, respected Lady Sister Chun, could you indulge me one more time?"

He had already called her Lady Sister Chun, so what else was there to say? Sister Chun just had to indulge him, right?

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