Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 735: That Unromantic Student Council President (32)

Before Zhao Eyun could reply, Song Zhishu changed the subject again: "But eating too much instant noodles isn't good for your health, is it?" She frowned, and finally said in a refined tone: "You should eat less of it in the future, otherwise I'll have to spend money to treat any illness you get."

Wow, she's really thoughtful.

Zhao Eyun pursed her lips.

He was momentarily speechless upon hearing this.

With Song Zhishu, even if he contracted any illness, she would take care of it all.

The silent air rippled for a moment, then he chuckled and replied, "Then I can't afford to ruin Song's family's fortune." [Ding! Target's favorability +10, current favorability 70]

[Ding! Target's corruption value -10, current corruption value 85]

Although Song Tongxue doesn't have a family at all now, and all her money belongs to the Song Dynasty, Song Zhishu naturally takes Song Laotou's money as her own.

Song Zhishu nodded in satisfaction, pleased with Zhao Eyun's thoughtfulness and actions in saving her money.

Xiaoyu's portion was already small according to her request, and she ate quickly. After washing her own dishes, she clutched her stomach, her face pale, and said weakly that she would go back to rest first and that they could put their dishes in the sink after they finished eating. She would get up early the next morning to clean up.

Song Zhishu readily agreed and pushed her upstairs.

So, the large living room was now empty except for the two of them, but they didn't feel awkward at all. They were both unusually thick-skinned, and besides, they usually spent most of their time alone together. Song Zhishu ate quickly, patting her stomach contentedly. Maintaining the good manners expected of a young lady, she casually crossed her arms, tilted her head back, and pondered for a moment before suddenly asking, "Zhao Eyun, what do you usually call me?"

Zhao Eyun gracefully finished the last bite of vegetables, took out a tissue to delicately wipe her mouth, and then smiled with a hint of amusement: "Classmate Song."

"That's too unfamiliar," Song Zhishu complained as soon as she finished listening. "At least I called you by your full name."

Zhao Eyun didn't know what had gotten into her that she'd gotten involved with this blockhead, but he still dutifully lowered his head and racked his brains to think it over.

Over there, Song Zhishu was still throwing out conditions, rambling on and on: "You can't call me by my full name, that would make you seem too fierce to me. Um... you can't call me Xiao Song either, where would that leave my face? Zhishu is not allowed either, that's the exclusive title for my little sister, the little old man, and Ms. Xia... you can choose any other one you like."

Zhao Eyun: ...What else do I have to offer? Hearing the little girl's "I, I, I," and remembering her usual arrogant manner, he couldn't help but chuckle. Luckily, she didn't hear him.

Seeing that he was looking at her with a puzzled expression, Song Zhishu felt sorry for him, so she sighed and reluctantly said, "Then you can call me Ashu."

Zhao Eyun's smile froze, then seemed to be burned by the intimate words, and began to heat up rapidly. Even the stars and moon in her eyes trembled with the ripples, revealing a mysterious and silent churning.

Song Zhishu didn't understand what his sudden unease meant. She cleared away the dishes for the two of them and went to the kitchen to turn on the tap. Zhao Eyun was still dizzy. When he saw her about to get water, he jumped up and followed her. He took the bowl from her hand but avoided her eyes and said softly, "You go back to sleep first. I'll do it."

Song Zhishu felt something was strange.

Even if she had passed the 60-point mark of favorability, it shouldn't have changed so quickly, right? Her gaze fell on the boy's jade-like and moon-like figure. He was always gentle in his actions and speech, even when washing dishes. His flawless white fingers moved between the porcelain bowl and the flowing water, like a crescent moon, a sight to behold.

However, he never looked at her.

Song Zhishu was puzzled, and thoughtfully called out, "Zhao Eyun,"

Zhao Eyun tensed up immediately, but still responded as if nothing had happened.

"So you really do have a crush on me."

Zhao Eyun's hand slipped, and a plate almost fell to the ground.

He exhaled, but his mood was not as absurd and calm as when she used to spout wild words. However, his words were: "Song, you're here again?"

Song Zhishu frowned, clearly displeased with the word "again," so she put on airs and glared at him: "You're not satisfied with me?" Zhao Eyun was immune to this and pointed to the rice bucket by the door: "Song can play with it if she's bored."

Song Zhishu snorted coldly, picked up the rice bucket and left, but stopped halfway and turned back to emphasize: "It's A-Shu, you'd better learn it quickly."

"..."

Zhao Eyun listened to the "thump-thump" sound of her going upstairs, then slowly and deliberately let out a long breath, blinked her dry eyes, and her eyes filled with tears.

He has a habit that he himself is unaware of.

When he gets nervous, he forgets to blink.

The cold moon hangs high, the wind howled and bleak the night before, but the night after is quiet and peaceful, leaving only the dark green mountains in the distance silently etching the marks of time.

When Zhao Eyun finished washing up and came downstairs the next day, Xiao Yu was in much better condition. She saw him and called him to come eat.

He sat down and took a sip of soup when he noticed an extra glass of water next to him. Seeing that he had noticed, Xiaoyu smiled and explained, "This is lily and honey drink, a favorite of Miss. However, Miss said you're always cold and shouldn't eat lilies, so she only made you honey water."

Zhao Eyun was silent for a moment, then asked in a hoarse voice, "She transferred it?"

Xiaoyu nodded apologetically: "These were all made by the previous chefs; I haven't learned how to make them yet."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a lazy, languid female voice drifted down from upstairs: "It's good for your stomach, you won't die from drinking it."

Song Zhishu walked down slowly, stretched, and revealed her beautiful figure.

Zhao Eyun wanted to say something several times, but seeing her lazy demeanor, he gave up. He simply drank it all in one go after finishing breakfast.

After waving goodbye to Xiaoyu, Song Zhishu hummed a little tune and pulled Zhao Eyun away.

"Zhao Eyun, have you finished knitting my doll?" she suddenly asked. Zhao Eyun snapped out of her reverie and glanced at her.

The weather warmed up today, and she wasn't wearing a scarf. The elegant and smooth curves of her profile were softened and made beautiful by the morning light, but her upturned eyes, which were filled with a faint chill, were arrogant and frivolous.

Noticing his gaze, Song Zhishu turned her head in confusion, and Zhao Eyun immediately lowered his eyes: "It hasn't started yet."

Song Zhishu had already anticipated this; given his aloof nature, it was impossible for him to have acted so hastily as soon as he returned to his room last night.

But thinking about how miserable she was to get up early in the morning to make honey, Song Zhishu couldn't control her resentment. She unconsciously tightened her grip on Zhao Eyun's hand and even pinched his little finger.

Zhao Eyun shuddered as if electrocuted. He was about to speak up to stop them when the person next to him stopped. Looking up, he realized they had arrived at their destination.