You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 709

"Why?" Leon asked.

"Because you keep standing there and watching me like that." Michelle then turned her head, avoiding his gaze. "You are like an exam proctor. You even remind me of Mr. Zhao, and he is a very strict teacher."

Since the whole room was quiet, Leon was able to hear her words clearly with his good sense of hearing.

Leon had already met Mr. Zhao before. Back then, he thought that Leon was Michelle's boyfriend. Leon's impression on the teacher was that he looked like a very serious man.

With that, Leon found himself laughing uncontrollably.

"You really think so?"

"Yes." Michelle gave him a serious look. "Mr. Zhao likes to stand next to me and watch me answer my exams. I know if I've answered the question correctly by looking at his expression."

Leon could clearly imagine the scene that Michelle was describing. If someone kept staring at him like how Mr. Zhao did with Michelle, he would get anxious as well.

"Then, should I go out first? I'll just come back when you're done, okay?"

Leon began to walk towards the door. He deliberately slowed down his pace, as if waiting for Michelle to stop him. And when he was about to reach the door, he finally heard Michelle asking him to stay. "No, Leon. You don't have to go out.

We won't be able to see each other soon." She then threw off her slippers and climbed onto the bed.

Leon turned around just in time to see Michelle crawl into the quilt cover quite nimbly. Soon, all he could see was a small ball moving under the quilt cover.

Leon chuckled. The sound was clear and pleasant. It was like a gentle wind blowing through the window and tickling the wind chimes.

His chuckle grew closer and closer to the bedside. Michelle stopped her fidgeting and her muffled voice spoke up. "Don't laugh, Leon!"

"Okay, I won't laugh." Even though Leon wasn't smiling anymore, his tone was still very playful. "You're so smart, Michelle," he said.

"Of course, I am." Michelle felt happy with the praise. She then smoothed down the quilt and was about to come out.

Leon saw Michelle's head sticking out of the quilt cover. Her face was flushed red after staying in the quilt cover for a long time. She then looked up at him.

Her beautiful eyes were wide and clear. Her mouth was hanging slightly open. It made her look a bit silly as she batted her long eyelashes.

But this silliness was part of her adorable charm. It could even arouse any man's lustful thoughts.

Leon quickly let go of the quilt cover and stepped away from her.

'It's not the right time yet.'

The soft quilt cover then fell over Michelle, covering the upper half of her face. Her red thin lips became more eye-catching.

"Why aren't you coming out of there yet? Are you planning to live in it?"

"Of course not." Michelle quickly crawled out and began putting on her slippers. She then chased after Leon who had gone out of the room.

She quickened her pace to catch up to him. "Wait for me, Leon."

"Hurry up then!" Leon wasn't even slowing down to wait for her. Thanks to his long, straight legs, a single stride from him was equivalent to two steps from Michelle.

"Okay." Michelle obediently trotted after him, her slippers slapping against the floor.

As soon as they reached downstairs, Leon poured himself a cup of cold water. He also poured a warm one for Michelle.

Michelle took a small sip from her glass. Her eyes were zeroed in on the moon cakes. She didn't notice at first, but now she realized that the box didn't have any designs related to the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Leon, aren't these moon cakes?"

"Yes, they are, but I didn't buy them from a store. I made them myself." In fact, he had only made them tonight. As soon as they were out of the oven, he called James. He didn't even have time to taste them himself.

Nonetheless, he made sure that he only used good ingredients and followed the entire recipe faithfully and carefully. He was feeling rather confident that they would taste great.

"Leon, did you make them yourself?" Michelle opened the box. The fragrance of the moon cakes instantly wafted out of the container, filling the entire room with its freshly baked aroma.

Peering briefly into the box, Leon saw that the moon cakes looked good. "I don't know what filling you like, so I made different varieties. So go ahead and taste them."

"Okay then. Let's eat together." Michelle handed him a moon cake, smiling brightly the whole time. Then she took out another one and bit through it.

The flowery fragrance of osmanthus hit her nose just as soon as she registered the sweet taste of the moon cake. She chewed twice before swallowing. 'It tastes bad.'

In fact, Leon's moon cakes tasted just like what her father used to make.

She slowed down her chewing, letting the food stay in her mouth for a while before swallowing.

She then turned to look at Leon, who was looking at her expectantly. "So how does it taste?" he asked.

She felt herself hesitating in answering his question. "Good." Michelle grinned, chewing two more times before swallowing it quickly.

She could now sympathize with her mother, who always praised her father's bad cooking even though she herself was a great cook.

Upon noticing the moon cake in Leon's hand, Michelle quickly snatched it from his grasp. Fortunately, he hadn't eaten it yet. With a determined and protective look, she said, "These moon cakes are all mine, right? That means you can't eat any of them, okay?"

"Is it really that good?" Leon smiled as he pulled out a piece of tissue from the table and wiped the oil from his hand. Michelle's hand was also stained with oil from the moon cakes. He handed her a piece of tissue as well. "Here, wipe your hand."

"So yummy." This was the first time that Michelle had lied to Leon.