The twilight illuminated her ink-black hair, and when Yan Huan pushed open the door, her delicate hand stroking the silk gently paused.

Immediately, she turned her head.

As her aloof and charming face looked toward the youth at the door, her expression was like fresh snow just cleared, revealing a faint but beautiful smile,

"Xiao Huan..."

"Phew~"

At this moment, the gentle breeze from the open window stirred the sheer curtains, carrying with it a hint of her light fragrance and words, wafting toward Yan Huan.

It was only at this moment that Yan Huan truly felt that Ye Shiyu indeed had a certain allure...

If she wasn't so frightening, indeed, she's not frightening.

Thinking about this idea that could make one's head sharp, Yan Huan also donned his expression management mask, showing a pleasant smile.

"Shi..."

However, before he could speak, a similarly extremely excited little head popped up beside him,

"Senior Sister Ye, here I am!"

The originally extremely romantic atmosphere between the two instantly shattered, and the expectant smile on Ye Shiyu's face froze a bit.

Following that, the smile gradually faded away, returning to her cool and indifferent demeanor,

"Mm."

She nodded and responded briefly.

Yan Huan chuckled silently but pretended not to see it and walked in, rolling up his sleeves to approach Ye Shiyu and said,

"Then let's officially begin, let's see what task we can assist Sister Shiyu with... hopefully without causing trouble for her."

Feeling his warm presence close to her, Ye Shiyu's eyes flickered, and she struggled to formulate comforting words,

"How could it be... Rather, I am glad... you could come to help me..."

After saying so, she seemed to realize her words carried some deeper meaning, which made her a bit embarrassed.

Yet...

She hoped to see Xiao Huan's reaction to such words.

Thus, she pursed her lips and chose to lift her head to scrutinize Yan Huan's expression.

But in her sight was the starry-eyed, incredibly moved Mori Yana,

"Oooh! I... I will definitely work hard, Senior Sister Ye!"

"..."

Ye Shiyu nearly lost her breath.

But catching a glimpse of Yan Huan who had somehow stood across from her, she took a deep breath and adjusted her expression.

Xiao Huan hopes to establish a good relationship with her...

Or perhaps, don't let Xiao Huan feel disappointed again...

Thinking thus, she strained to lift a slightly stiff smile and spoke,

"Alright, then let's... begin."

...

...

In fact, Yan Huan was doing it deliberately.

As mentioned before, the key to dealing with Ye Shiyu was in the push-and-pull.

You can't pull her emotions too high, or she'd excitedly hypnotize you...

Nor can you pull her emotions too low, or she'd angrily hypnotize you...

It's a bizarre rule of the new century.

So it was just like this, push-and-pull.

When her emotions start to soar due to Yan Huan's contact, pull Mori Yana out to cool her down.

When she was about to lose control due to Mori Yana's chatter and clumsiness, Yan Huan would suddenly jump out with an "Eh?", bringing her emotions back up.

Hence, within this short period, Ye Shiyu's facial expressions were wonderfully spectacular...

To the extent that Yan Huan wanted to record it on his phone.

"In embroidery, there are many schools, this time I plan to do a double-sided embroidery in the style of Suzhou embroidery... The most basic technique is called Rolling Needle..."

"Now, Sister Shiyu, could you demonstrate it for me?"

"Mm..."

Indeed, there were advantages to this.

At this moment, Yan Huan couldn't help but glance at the softly speaking Ye Shiyu beside him.

Yet he saw her calmly nestled beside him, her dark eyes focused on the needlepoint, her fingers deftly weaving back and forth, leaving luminous threads on the silk.

This was the first time Yan Huan saw Ye Shiyu doing embroidery.

Although he had heard of her skills in various aspects, seeing was believing.

Now she sat quietly on the bench, her downcast eyes were gentle, and the long black hair at her temples swayed with her manipulation of the silver needle.

In the slight swaying, her ear was revealed, unable to hide any longer.

"Like this, first stitch forward, then thread the needle back behind the stitch..."

Yan Huan instinctively looked at her full, small earlobe, watching the black hair brush against her ear, creating a slight sound...

Does a girl's long hair stroking her ear also feel like something?

Yan Huan suddenly thought of these useless things.

"And then... and then..."

Just watching, Yan Huan suddenly felt that her fair earlobe was beginning to blush, like peach blossoms.

Even her calm, emotionless teaching words paused, becoming intermittent.

Seeing this, Yan Huan instinctively glanced at Ye Shiyu's side profile.

He saw her pressing her lips together, a faint blush appearing on her fair cheeks.

Though her gaze remained lowered, watching the cloth underneath, her eyelashes trembled sensitively and continually.

Evidently, her peripheral vision noticed Yan Huan staring at her earlobe.

"..."

Seeing this, Yan Huan couldn't help feeling a bit awkward.

He quickly turned his head back, pretending nothing had happened, returning to "Ye Shiyu's Suzhou Embroidery Class."

Yet as he looked around, he discovered Ye Shiyu's needlework had perfectly outlined a petal's contour.

"How beautiful..."

Watching her skillful craftsmanship at its peak, Yan Huan couldn't help but praise.