165: Chapter 165 Stubborn Sister Su, Sleeping with Her Eyes Open
Actually, back when Yun Zhuo was eating the meat burger, he already knew the Teacher Su in front of him was a fake.
No matter how well she acted as Teacher Su, it couldn't hide the fact that she, just like Sister Zhenzhen, was a baldie.
What should he do?
He'd already taken a bite of the meat burger; he couldn't exactly return it to the vendor and say he didn't want it anymore.
Setting aside whether the vendor would hit him, wasting food was simply not a good habit.
The night was very noisy, yet no one spoke.
For a refined lady like her, it was already good enough that she could cooperate and play a supporting role; to expect her to be like Teacher Su—understanding every joke instantly and keeping the conversation going—would be asking for embarrassment.
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The chill at daybreak was the most piercing.
The dew from the foot of the mountain had condensed into a thin layer of white frost here.
In the crevices of the roof tiles, on the stone slabs in the courtyard, on the tips of the grass by the door, and even on the wicker fence surrounding the yard, a layer of vast white frost flowers covered everything like a sprinkling of crushed salt, cold and translucent.
White mist wandered slowly through the village, drifting past alleys wrapped in frosty air and slipping under low eaves like a shy young girl, taking advantage of the last moments before the morning sun rose to quietly bid her final farewell to the villagers.
Everyone knew that as soon as the sun climbed over the mountain ridge, this mist, this frost, and the lingering chill of the night would all be scorched away without a trace.
Just like a certain someone's girlhood, which, under last night's silent moonlight, could no longer be found.
Su Qingtang hid herself inside the warm, cozy blankets, her arms tightly hugging Yun Zhuo's waist and her cheek pressed against his warm back.
As the saying goes, one must give to receive. What were those few drops of essence blood from before? To be able to hold the warmest person at this coldest moment—this kind of happiness meant her bargain wasn't a losing one.
Yun Zhuo rolled over, and she moved back slightly to give him space.
Yun Zhuo lifted a corner of the quilt and peeked inside.
She hurriedly buried her head deep into his chest, like a panicked snow pheasant plunging its head into the snow.
She didn't want to act anymore; she wanted to be her true self, but she didn't know how to tell him.
Avoidance seemed to be her only choice.
It had to be said that Su Qingyuan understood her best; she knew her sister was a coward. Relying on her to break the ice would require the sun to rise from the west this morning.
Fortunately, she also knew that brat Yun Zhuo was as sharp as a monkey.
The most wicked scheme in the world, carefully plotted by the two sisters, was bound to be exposed before dawn.
That kid wouldn't make things difficult for her, but a bit of teasing was inevitable.
But it didn't matter; that coward wouldn't understand anyway, so teasing her would be in vain.
The cold wind poured in from the lifted corner of the quilt, making Su Qingtang feel a chill on the back of her neck. Fine goosebumps broke out, and even the tiny hairs on her nape stood on end.
Fortunately, that corner of the quilt was quickly tucked back in. As the warmth wrapped around her again, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Unable to suppress her curiosity, she peeked upward.
Knowing it was dark under the covers and she likely wouldn't see anything, she still wanted to catch a glimpse of the person beside her.
But just as she raised her head—*snap*—the quilt was suddenly thrown open!
Before she could react, her eyes locked onto Yun Zhuo's gaze. Her whole body froze instantly, like a kitten caught in place.
The next second, she hurriedly lay back down, her hands tightly clutching the edge of Yun Zhuo's clothes and pulling them over her face, wishing she could use the fabric as a bridal veil to hide herself completely.
Shame and panic surged in her heart, making her wish she could find a crack in the floor to crawl into, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone.
The corners of Yun Zhuo's mouth curled slightly. "Awake? Teacher Su?"
Teacher Su pressed her head tightly against his chest and shook it.
"I heard that people who are asleep snore."
Then Teacher Su started snoring, but she didn't mimic it well; it sounded more like a kitten purring in his arms, making him want to laugh.
"I heard that to tell if someone is asleep, you just have to prop their eyes open. If they can't close them, they're asleep."
Yun Zhuo shifted down slightly and gently propped her eyes open.
And so, Teacher Su kept her eyes open while snoring.
"Really asleep?"
Then Yun Zhuo gently pulled back the quilt and got out of bed.
Teacher Su watched him sit down at the dressing table, rummage around, and find a tube of lipstick.
Then he jumped back onto the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and right in front of her, uncapped the lipstick and began gesturing over her face.
It was as if he was pondering whether to draw a tortoise or a turtle.
She just watched him quietly, her pupils following the lipstick as it moved up, down, left, and right, all while pretending she was still asleep.
What does this kid want to do? He wouldn't really draw all over my face, would he?
Yun Zhuo suddenly laughed. "If you don't wake up, I'm really going to draw."
He didn't expect this refined lady to be such a stubborn soul.
"Still not waking up? Then I'm drawing. What should I draw?"
Yun Zhuo rubbed his chin. "I've got it. I'll write 'Swindler' on your forehead."
Teacher Su's eyes were fixed on the lipstick in Yun Zhuo's hand as it moved closer and closer to her forehead. It looked like he was about to start writing.
Finally, steeling her heart, she closed her eyes.
She squeezed them shut so tightly that crow's feet appeared at the corners of her eyes.
Yun Zhuo laughed. "With such a large face, isn't it a waste just to write 'Swindler'?"
Teacher Su thought to herself, "It is a waste, so please don't draw, okay? I'm begging you."
"Then I'll write: 'I don't use paper when I poop.'"
Teacher Su was shocked. No paper when pooping? How is your brain wired? How can you even think of such a phrase?
The next moment, Yun Zhuo touched the lipstick to the center of her brow.
The Teacher Su who was playing dead reacted as if she'd been electrocuted, her body jerking backward.
She grabbed the quilt to cover her face. "No! If you write that, how can I ever show my face in public?"
Yun Zhuo chuckled. "Finally awake?"
"I..."
Teacher Su knew she couldn't keep up the act anymore and nodded from under the covers.
"Hurry up and come out from under the quilt. Otherwise, once the sun comes out, it'll get hot in there."
"Then... then you go out first."
"Why should I go out?"
"I need to get dressed."
“Tch. Tell me, is there any part of you I haven't seen? Is this really necessary?”
"Yes. You go out first."
Yun Zhuo sighed. "Alright then, I'll go out first. Remember to get up."
Hiding under the quilt, she heard Yun Zhuo get out of bed, heard him put on his slippers, and heard him open and close the door.
She waited a bit longer until the room was quiet and she couldn't hear a thing.
Only then did she poke her head out from the quilt like a marmot, looking left and right. No one was there.
"Phew~" Teacher Su finally threw back the covers. By now, sunlight was already streaming in through the window; it really was a bit stuffy hiding under the quilt.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what to do next.
Right then, she saw Yun Zhuo's head lean over from the side, appearing in her field of vision.
"You..." Startled, Teacher Su immediately reached for the quilt again.
This time, however, Yun Zhuo grabbed it. "Teacher Su, we're already like an old married couple. Why are you still so shy?"
"Actually, I... I'm not Teacher Su."
Teacher Su kept burrowing downward. Since the quilt wouldn't come to her, she would go to the quilt.
Seeing her about to dive back under, Yun Zhuo instinctively pinched her nose. "I know. I've known since last night."
"Ah? You... you knew?"
All you androids are baldies, but the real Teacher Su isn't, so it was obvious at a glance.
But if he said that, she probably wouldn't understand, and he couldn't say it anyway.
He had already decided yesterday that he couldn't tell her this secret. In the future, he would also have to warn Sister Zhenzhen and the others not to let it slip.