Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 66 What a pity!
Sing?

Han Zhou paused for a moment, making sure he hadn't misheard. He looked Mo Yixia up and down for a couple of seconds, then couldn't help but tease her, "Why do you suddenly want to sing? Are you in such a good mood since your mom isn't here?"

"It has nothing to do with my mood, I just suddenly felt like singing." Mo Yixia said calmly, the ballpoint pen still twirling between her fingers, and asked again, "If I sing, would you like to hear me sing?"

"Of course I want to."

Han Zhou said with a smile, "If there weren't surveillance cameras, I would have moved this chair over to face away from you right away, and I would have turned around as soon as you started singing."

"Turning around? Does it have any special meaning?"

Han Zhou then remembered that there was no such show as "The Voice" in this world. It was normal for Mo Yixia not to understand the meaning of turning around, so he summarized and explained: "Simply put, if I am willing to turn around for you, it means that I really like the song you sing."

Mo Yixia thought for a moment: "You immediately turned around as soon as I started singing... So you mean you think I sing very well? I haven't even sung yet."

"Is not it?"

Han Zhou acted as if it were a matter of course. Although he hadn't heard her sing, he did think that Mo Yixia's singing was pretty good. But now that she had asked him that question, he was a little unsure.

So he quickly added, trying to comfort him, "Of course, even if you don't sing very well, as long as it's not too awful, I'll still turn around for you."

"What if it sounds awful?" Mo Yixia asked, looking at him.

The ballpoint pen in her hand stopped spinning, and her fingertips lightly touched the paper, connecting the small black dots to form a long straight line.

"Isn't that obvious? If it sounds awful, why are you even singing?"

Han Zhou said irritably, then said earnestly, "If it's really that hard to hear, then please let yourself off the hook and let my ears off the hook too. You have to learn to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses. Besides, my 'right to turn around' isn't so cheap."

Mo Yixia clicked her tongue and said, "I thought you would give a scumbag answer like, 'As long as it's you, I'll listen to it no matter how awful it is.'"

This answer isn't exclusive to scumbags, but it sounds vaguely familiar...

Han Zhou muttered to himself, then his face suddenly darkened as an unforgettable memory flashed through his mind—the nine-word mantra he had uttered at Gu Zheng's house, right in front of Gu Zheng's mother.

"As long as it's you, I'd be happy to do anything..."

I can’t forget it. I can’t forget it at all.

His toes suddenly curled up, almost tearing the sole of his shoe.

Mo Yixia once again demonstrated her astonishing insight, her tone now tinged with disdain: "Your expression tells me that you have indeed said something similar to someone before."

Han Zhou was unable to refute it, but he really didn't want to recall it anymore, otherwise his cheap sneakers might not be able to hold up.

He forced his mind to clear and pretended to be calm to change the subject: "Didn't you want to sing? Hurry up and start. My standards are very strict. Now I need to seriously consider whether or not to turn around for you."

"I decide when to sing, and I don't need you to turn around."

Mo Yixia glanced at the time and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's break time. There are plums in the fridge that the girl named Zhong Yin gave us yesterday. We were like siblings back then, so some of them should be for you. Take them out and eat them, and remember to wash them."

Han Zhou thought to himself that time was flying by before he had done anything all morning, and asked curiously, "Don't you like plums?"

"I told you to listen to me properly."

Mo Yixia sighed, "I've already eaten my portion, the rest is for you. You can take any other fruit you want. I asked my mom to buy a lot yesterday, and she also poured me a glass of orange juice."

Han Zhou laughed: "Do you think you're the emperor? Do you expect me to pour you orange juice? Go pour it yourself. You can't sit still for long. Get up and move around."

"I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while," Mo Yixia said lazily.

"Tired?" Han Zhou was taken aback, suddenly remembering the other person's fever last time, and suspected that this guy might be sick again, so he didn't dare to be careless, "What's wrong, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I'm just a little tired. I didn't sleep well last night."

Mo Yixia put down her pen, placed her hands on the table, closed her eyes, and didn't want to speak.

"Really?" Han Zhou was still a little skeptical and reminded her, "Let me make this clear beforehand, if you're not feeling well but you force yourself to stay awake, your mom will definitely complain to me."

"You're so long-winded." Mo Yixia's voice held a hint of helplessness. "I'm really just tired. Go get me some orange juice."

"alright."

Han Zhou hesitated for a moment before leaving the study. He returned shortly with a plate of fruit and a glass of orange juice. "I peeled a mango. I remember you seemed to like it..."

His voice gradually faded, because Mo Yixia, who had her back to him, did not respond. She lowered her head slightly, and you could vaguely hear her slow, long breathing. She seemed to have fallen asleep.

Didn't sleep well at all?
Being able to fall asleep sitting up is quite a gift...

Han Zhou shook his head inwardly, slowed his pace to the desk, glanced at Mo Yixia with her eyes closed, then gently put down the fruit plate and cup, and sat down in a chair to the side.

"This seems to be the first time this guy has been sleepy this early in the morning. Or is it because his mother was home before, so he didn't dare to sleep even when he was sleepy?"

Han Zhou popped a plum into his mouth. It was a little cold, but it was very sweet. He guessed that Zhong Ling had put the sweetest plums into the bag.

He suddenly recalled how his opponent had carefully picked out a green plum and silently ate it during their chess game yesterday. He couldn't help but wonder why the mission required him to make such a girl cry.
Bored and with no one to chat with, Han Zhou decided to use his enhanced sense of smell to distinguish the flavors of the fruit on the plate, eventually arriving at a definite conclusion—

Mo Yixia definitely smells better.

The break ended quickly, and Mo Yixia remained seated in her chair without waking up. Han Zhou thought for a moment but couldn't bear to wake her, so he got up and stood beside her, pretending to perform a mime act.

He would point at the textbook and shake his head in thought, appearing to be lecturing Mo Yixia under the surveillance. However, his movements were very quiet and almost silent, so as not to disturb the sleeping girl.

What's interesting is that although Mo Yixia's sleeping posture is stable, she still nods her head from time to time, just like a normal person, like a chick pecking at rice, as if responding to Han Zhou and indicating that she understands.

Han Zhou almost burst out laughing.

Because she was wearing a mask, Han Zhou couldn't see what Mo Yixia looked like while sleeping. However, judging from her eyes alone, he thought she looked similar to Sleeping Beauty. He wondered what she would look like without the mask...

But I have to say, this guy's eyelashes are really long...

Han Zhou was looking at Mo Yixia's profile, his mind racing, when he noticed that she had opened her eyes at some point, turned her head and looked at him. Her eyes were calm, without any trace of the confusion one feels after waking up, making one wonder if she had really been asleep.

Seeing Han Zhou pointing at the reference book with a comical gesture, Mo Yixia glanced at the time on the wall clock and seemed to quickly understand something, then pursed her lips slightly.

【Daily Task 1 (Mo Yixia): Collect 1/10 smiley faces out of 10 targets to earn 1 point】

She asked, "What are you doing, performing a mime act?"

Han Zhou felt a little embarrassed and stopped pretending, feigning a complaint: "Isn't it all to cover for you?"

Mo Yixia didn't say much. She took off her mask to reveal her delicate face, took a small sip of orange juice, and asked, "Were you peeking at me while I was sleeping?"

"Peeping?" Han Zhou sneered, saying matter-of-factly, "I was looking openly and honestly."

After providing cover for so long, it's not unreasonable to take a look, right?
Mo Yixia didn't mock him as usual. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Were you thinking to yourself at the time, 'This guy has such beautiful eyes, he looks just like Sleeping Beauty'?"

The meaning of Sleeping Princess is similar to that of Sleeping Beauty; it is a well-known story in the world.

Han Zhou was startled. Although what the other party said was somewhat different from what he had thought at the time, it was basically right. How could he guess that? This guy was too outrageous! How did you have time to observe my expression?
"It seems I guessed it right."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Yixia shook her head slightly and continued, "Then you were probably thinking, 'If only this guy wasn't wearing a mask, then I could try to kiss her lips to wake her up. Even though I'm not a prince, I could still take advantage of her...'"

Han Zhou's lips twitched.

"What a shame."

Mo Yixia sighed, put down the orange juice she had barely taken two sips of, put her mask back on, covering her delicate face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes with a captivating beauty mark under her eye.

“If you had actually done that back then, I might not have resisted.”

Han Zhou couldn't help but wonder if this guy was having a wet dream.

"Get lost! You weren't actually asleep at all!"

(End of this chapter)