Having set an alarm, Ye Li got up early the next day to cook pumpkin porridge for Ji Yanchen.
As Ji Yanchen had just come downstairs, he smelled the fragrance wafting from the kitchen. After greeting the aunt, he stood at the kitchen doorway, watching the slender Ye Li.
"Ye Li."
As Ye Li, who was focused on the pumpkin porridge, turned her head, there was still some confusion on her fair face, "Ji Yanchen, tutoring me is hard work for you, and I don't have money to pay you, so I can only cook porridge for you."
Repay him?
Ji Yanchen raised an eyebrow, silently acknowledging this method.
By noon, the exhausted Ye Li from the morning's work had fallen asleep on the desk. The sunlight coming through the window outlined her delicate features.
Ji Yanchen quietly watched for a good while, a youthful impulse gently rising in him.
"Ye Li."
The little girl on the desk slept quietly, without making a sound.
