You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 709 Hiding Something From Each Other

"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.

'I'm so sorry, Leon.

But this is for your own good. So don't blame me.'

Leon watched her face closely for a while. He looked calm and composed as he smiled. "I'm sure Wynn will be very happy to hear that his moon cakes are delicious."

Michelle was stunned upon hearing this.

Leon could read her like a book so he knew what that look meant. "That's right. Wynn made those moon cakes himself."

"Wynn made these? Well then, I have something to tell you, Leon. But promise you won't get angry," Michelle said. Her guilt was written plainly on her face.

"I won't be angry." Leon had already known the truth from the start.

"You see, I just said that it was delicious, but it wasn't." Michelle lowered her head. Although Wynn was her master, she decided to tell the truth.

Leon tried his best to keep his laughter to himself. Nonetheless, he was having mixed feelings about this.

Michelle lied by saying the moon cakes were delicious because she thought he made them himself. The mere thought that she was trying to protect him in her own way made him happy. But on the other hand, he was frustrated at the fact that his moon cakes tasted bad.

"Don't worry. I won't tell him what you said. He will never know." He sounded like he was comforting himself. In the end, he let himself believe in his own lie.

Nobody had to know the truth as long as he kept quiet about it.

Michelle nodded her head. The two then smiled at each other as if they shared a secret that nobody else in the world knew about.

"Michelle, what time is it now?" It was then that Leon changed the topic.

"Let me see. It's already half past ten." After one and a half hours, Michelle would be 22 years old. Her birthday was the day after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Michelle checked the time on her phone. Her roommates had been silent for a while now, but as if on cue, they started sending messages to their group chat again.

Debra texted, "Michelle, are you still online? Did you ask him already?

Michelle? What did Leon say?"

As if that wasn't enough, Debra texted, "Did he do it instead of answering you?"

'What?' Michelle hadn't even finished reading the previous message that Debra had sent her, so she didn't understand what her friends were talking about.

It wasn't long for Lydia and Rainy to join in the group chat. Their messages started popping up one after the other, prompting her phone to keep beeping.

"You seem to be getting a lot of messages, Michelle." Leon was frowning slightly as he made this observation. He knew that Michelle had a lot of friends who liked talking to her, so he could understand why she kept getting messages from them during the festival.

However, he couldn't help but think that this was starting to look like some form of harassment.

"Oh, it's just my roommates," Michelle explained.

Leon's face softened a little. Catching a glimpse of one of the messages on her phone, he asked casually, "What are they asking you?"

Michelle seemed to freeze and covered her phone screen again.

The more she tried to hide her phone, the more curious Leon became. He didn't like the idea of Michelle hiding anything from him. It made him feel very uneasy.

"What are they trying to ask you?" Leon asked once more. The tone of his voice was very serious.

Michelle faltered for a bit upon seeing the look in Leon's eyes. He looked a bit sad and gloomy, so she panicked. "They're asking me how it felt to kiss someone."

It was only natural for her to make a mistake in times of panic. This was especially true when she was in front of someone she liked very much.

As soon as Michelle said this, she was stunned.

"I...I..." She found herself unable to speak. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She wanted to tell him that that wasn't what she meant.

But then, it was too late. The expression on Leon's face changed.

"Why? Did you kiss someone?" Leon poked her forehead. "If I remember it correctly, you don't even have a boyfriend.

Of course, it's not like you can't kiss anyone if they're not your boyfriend. There are many kinds of kissing anyway. But Michelle, is there a boy you like? Why didn't you tell me this before?"

Michelle pursed her lips, not daring to speak at all. She nodded her head and shook it, as if she couldn't decide what to say to him.

She was afraid that Leon would get mad at her if she told him the truth.

"I'm not trying to interrogate you, so don't be afraid. Are you in love with someone?" Leon asked. He made his voice sound gentle.

Biting her lips, Michelle nodded her head.

"So you've kissed then?"

"Yes." Michelle lowered her eyes.

Leon tried to remain calm as he asked, "Can you tell me his name? You know what? Just forget it."

Michelle finally breathed out a sigh of relief.