You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 628

The knocking on his door roused Leon up. He opened his eyes and squinted at the sunlight coming through the window.

He could vaguely smell the fragrance of flowers blown into the room by the wind.

When he got up and got out of the bedroom, he found that the living room was deserted, but there was food on the marble dining table.

Leon walked over. There were two purple yams, two fried eggs, and a glass of milk on the table.

The fried eggs on the white plate were kind of different from the ones he usually had. The yolks were half-cooked, and the white seemed extremely fluffy. They looked just like the soft clouds in the sky.

There was a pink, square, strawberry-patterned post-it note next to the plate.

Leon knew it was left by Michelle at a glance, even without having to look at the signature on the note.

"Do you like pink and strawberries this much? Even your post-it note is pink and has strawberry patterns," he murmured with a smile as he reached out to take the note off the table.

The moment he saw the writing in the note, wrinkles started to form on his brows.

No one around him had such bad handwriting. Well, it was quite neat and barely readable. The writing style was the embodiment of her personality.

"Good morning, Leon." Upon reading the first sentence and seeing the smile emoji drawn at its end, his frown gradually faded, and he continued to read the rest slowly.

The note said, "Good morning, Leon. I didn't know what you'd like for breakfast, so I could only whip something up from whatever I have in my fridge. Unfortunately, I didn't have much. I could only cook some purple yams and make some fried eggs for you. This was my first time making cloud eggs. Don't eat them if they don't taste good. Just eat the purple yams. I'm confident about their taste, so they're definitely a safe choice. On another note, I'll be having classes for the entire morning. If you have something you'd like to eat for lunch, just tell me. I'll go to the market and get them for you once my classes are over. This is my phone number..."

Leon memorized a phone number listed at the end of the note in seconds.

"What a silly girl! I didn't ask you to be my cook, but you cooked breakfast and even wanted to do grocery for me." He put the note down and went to freshen up.

Upon freshening up, he went back to the dining room, sat down, and started devouring the prepared breakfast. He munched on the eggs, nodding in appreciation. "Not bad."

When he finished his food, Leon stared at the empty plate and sighed in regret. "Such a considerate girl. I wonder which man will be lucky enough to marry her."

The moment Michelle took a seat in the classroom, she suddenly sneezed.

"Have you caught a cold? Did I grab your quilt last night?" Lydia asked worriedly as she plumped down into the seat next to Michelle.

Michelle rubbed her nose carelessly. "Someone's probably cursing me."

"Huh? Do you want to read the textbook? I asked my roommate to lend hers to me." Lydia had started reading the textbook she borrowed from her roommate.

Michelle turned her head towards Lydia, asking eagerly, "Did she find one for me too?"

"No," Lydia answered curtly.

Michelle wilted. She laid her upper body on the desk in disappointment. "What a pity! There is no pillow."

"Do you want to sleep till the end of your life? Okay! Sleep as long as you want then." Lydia rolled her eyes and knocked on Michelle's head.

"Okay." Michelle happily rested her head on her arms and fell asleep in minutes. By the time her first two classes were over, her arms were already numb.

Her third and fourth classes were also held in this classroom. Because those were Mr. Zhao's classes, the classroom was now crowded with students.

Lydia put her books away and stood up. "Mr. Zhao's class is very important. I'm going to sit in the front row. Watch out if you're going to play with your cell phone—don't get caught again."

"I'm not going to play today," Michelle said earnestly as she shook her numb arms. Unfortunately, she didn't look credible at all.

Lydia stood up and went to get a seat in the front row. Some people, including Aron Xie, also started taking their respective seats.

L University was a prestigious university that could even compete with B University. Except for some rich kids that got in through money, those who could be admitted to L University were all outstanding.

Although Aron liked to play around and often skipped classes, his performances in the exams had always been excellent, so the teacher didn't really care about what he usually did.