Miles spent a long ti taking a cold shower, when suddenly he heard a voice from outside. It was Willow Crawford’s soft, sweet voice calling his na, "Miles... Miles..."
How co she’s awake?
Miles quickly reached to turn off the showerhead, dried himself haphazardly with a towel, and hurriedly put on pajamas and went out, banging his knee against the doorfra in his haste.
It hurt quite a bit.
But Miles didn’t care about the pain; as he walked out, he saw Willow sitting up dazedly from sleep, rubbing her sleepy eyes with her little fists, unable to find him, and calling his na, "Miles..."
Miles’ heart lted, "Willow, I’m here. What’s wrong?"
"Miles, where did you go? You disappeared, and then I woke up." Willow’s beautiful little face flushed, her half-awake look really tugged at his heartstrings.
Miles lifted the blanket and got into bed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they lay back down. He whispered, "I didn’t go out, just took a shower."
"But you already took a shower."
"...I felt hot, so I took another one."
Willow didn’t feel hot at all. She wanted to say more, but Miles interrupted her, "I’m here, not going anywhere. You should sleep tight."
Willow was truly tired. She closed her eyes, "Miles, goodnight."
"Goodnight."
She drifted back into a sweet dream. This ti, Miles didn’t dare leave, worried she would wake up looking for him again.
Miles realized that every ti he slept with her, it was a tornt for himself.
...
The next morning.
Willow woke up, but the space beside her was empty; Miles was gone again.
Where did he go?
Willow got out of bed and walked out of the room. Soon, she saw that tall, handso figure in the kitchen; Miles was making breakfast.
It was her first ti seeing him cook.
Willow walked over. Miles was frying eggs, and in the adjacent pot, noodles simred, the sll was irresistible. Mmm... she suddenly felt hungry.
It’s said that n who cook are the most handso, and indeed, Miles seed very skilled.
Miles turned his head and saw her, "Awake?"
"Mmm, morning~"
Miles turned off the stove and walked over to hold her little hand, "Breakfast is ready; let’s get you washed and brushed first."
They went into the ensuite bathroom, and Miles took out a set of brand-new toiletries, squeezed toothpaste onto a pink toothbrush, and handed it to her palm, "Brush your teeth."
He squeezed toothpaste for her himself; how considerate...
"Do you want to brush your teeth for you?" Miles raised an eyebrow and asked.
"No way! I’ve got my own hands!" Willow took the toothbrush and started brushing.
Miles didn’t move, just watched her brush her teeth.
Willow took a sip of water and spat it out, "Miles, why are you watching ?"
"What’s wrong with watching my girlfriend? I just want to look."
Willow’s cheeks turned red, "Who is your girlfriend?"
She flicked a bit of toothpaste foam onto his handso face and turned to run.
But Miles caught her from behind, wrapping his arms around her soft waist. His voice was deep and warm, with a hint of laughter, "My girlfriend is you, Willow, Willow is my girlfriend."
"No, I’m not!" Willow laughed and turned around, only to collide with his gaze the next second.
As their eyes t, Miles slowly leaned in, "Willow, you are. From now on, you’re mine."
Willow’s slender white fingers curled up, and she couldn’t say the words to refuse him. This was... acceptance, right?
Willow reached out to push him away, "I’m hungry; let’s have breakfast."
She turned and slipped away.
Miles watched her graceful figure, his gaze softening with warmth.
...
This morning’s breakfast was simple, personally prepared by Miles: fresh noodles accompanied by golden fried eggs, with perfect color, aroma, and taste.
Willow held her chopsticks, elegantly taking a bite of noodles. Coming from a high-profile family made her actions impeccable, "Mmm, the noodles are really delicious."
She couldn’t help but praise.
Miles watched her satisfied expression; a bowl of noodles was enough to satisfy her. She was really easy to care for.
"Good, right? I can cook a lot more. I’m really good at it," Miles bragged without batting an eyelash, as if rely stating a fact.
Willow tilted her small face and snorted, "Boasting!"
"Don’t believe ? Don’t worry; I’ll be the one cooking, and I’ll ensure you’re well-fed," Miles reached out to pinch her little nose.
Willow giggled sweetly, suddenly rembering sothing, "Miles, the programming competition is in two days; you’ll attend, right?"
"Do you want to participate?"
"Of course, Miles, I want to see you standing high, so I can look up to you." Willow’s eyes were filled with shining stars, twinkling and captivating.
Miles glanced at her, saying nothing.
"Miles, you’re going to participate, right? Hey, say sothing..."
...
Willow went to school; Miles didn’t co. He hadn’t given a definite answer about participating in the programming competition in two days, but Willow felt he was sure to co tomorrow.
After school, Willow returned ho and called out a few tis, "Vivi, Vivi..."
Willow’s voice suddenly stopped because there was a stranger in the house: a clean-cut guy in a white T-shirt, radiating charm and sunshine.
The boy held an Olympiad math book in his hand and smiled politely, "Willow, hello, my na is Quinn Young. I’ll be your math tutor; you can call Mr. Young or senior Quinn. I used to attend the sa high school."
Willow was stunned; she couldn’t understand what had happened.
"Willow sister," Vivi Xavier appeared to introduce, "Senior Quinn is the math tutor I found for you. Rember, I said your math was a bit weak and you definitely needed a tutor."
"Vivi, co here. I need to talk to you." Willow quickly pulled Vivi to the side.
"What’s wrong, Willow sister?"
"Vivi, I don’t need a math tutor. Please dismiss Mr. Quinn."
"Why? Willow sister, don’t you know? Mr. Quinn is really impressive; he was once a school genius and got early admission to a prestigious university in his first year of high school. He’s a digital prodigy. If you search online, the na Quinn Young is quite famous. If those students find out Quinn Young is here tutoring you, they’d be super jealous. Also, he’s a judge in this year’s programming competition; he’s aweso," Vivi laughed.
Willow still disagreed, "Vivi, I don’t want tutoring. Please dismiss Mr. Quinn."
Vivi suspiciously sized up Willow and then, as if suddenly realizing, exclaid, "Willow sister, I get it, you’re worried about Miles knowing and getting jealous, right?"
Miles...
Miles didn’t know about this, but if he did, he’d probably get upset, right?
Willow hadn’t seen him show jealousy or anger yet.
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