Chapter 282: Chapter 235 Counselor in Front of the French Window (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)_3 Chapter 282: Chapter 235 Counselor in Front of the French Window (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)_3 “If you want to continue watching later, you’ve got to drag that progress bar a good bit forward.”
Twenty minutes later, Cheng Zhu and his two-day roommate Chen Jieyu were sitting together on another small sofa in the room.
Chen Jieyu, frowning slightly and looking irritably at Cheng Zhu, lowered her gaze to the fallen button on her shirt.
Paired with her abstinent-looking face, the seriousness was quite evident.
Okay, a stern female teacher persona?
She personally liked this shirt very much, as it was tailored exceptionally well.
Although it was an imitation of a designer brand, it had its own delicate innovations.
Most importantly, she had barely worn it since buying it.
On a regular day, she would already be feeling a little distressed.
Buttons can indeed be sewn back on.
But the idea of her favorite clothes being damaged and then repaired still made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
However, her irritation with Cheng Zhu wasn’t really about the shirt itself at the moment.
She truly wasn’t able to get very angry with him, just as during that period before, where there was only toleration for him and it.
But now, there was a problem.
Yesterday’s clothes reeked of alcohol, absolutely stinky.
She didn’t want to sit with him while wearing them.
Yet leaving the third button undone was undoubtedly problematic too.
They searched the room but didn’t find a sewing kit.
“My bad, I’ll go downstairs and ask,” Cheng Zhu showed great initiative.
“If they don’t have one, maybe wear a bathrobe or… my hoodie?” he suggested with a smile.
Given the height difference between him and Chen Jieyu, a hoodie that was loose on him would likely cover her completely.
Just wearing that could potentially be quite alluring.
However, as a counselor, surely the most fitting attire would be a shirt over a skirt paired with glasses.
Cheng Zhu wasn’t yet tired of this particular look.
Shortly after, he returned to the room with a sewing kit and four bottles of mineral water.
“This hostel really has everything,” he said, smiling.
“Mhm, give it to me,” Chen Jieyu, sitting on the sofa, reached out her hand toward him.
“Nope,” Cheng Zhu waved his hand, refusing.
He crouched down, eyeing the shirt where the third button was missing.
This location was rather interesting.
Leaving it unbuttoned was also quite intriguing.
“I’ve got this one,” he said with a smile after looking at it.
Chen Jieyu couldn’t figure out if this bad student was making a double entendre again.
“I’ll sew it as compensation,” he said. “Sew it while you wear it.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Jieyu, unwilling, her expression turned stern.
Cheng Zhu, still crouching, looked up at her and said, “Don’t always look so serious. It’s just sewing on a button, I’m not some young master who can’t do any housework.”
Was this really about whether he could do it or not?
“Don’t move!” Cheng Zhu, already holding the needle, gave a reminder.
Seeing his insistence, the counselor really didn’t dare to move.
This was the third button after all, and she feared an accidental stab causing pain.
The rain outside seemed to have lightened up a bit, turning from a moderate downpour to a drizzle.
She watched him, his focus and the delicate movements of his hands captivating Chen Jieyu.
“He was indeed very good-looking.”
“And naturally arched eyebrows.”
“His bone structure was also pleasing; he must photograph well, right?”
“It was just unexpected that someone who looked mischievous had an even worse personality underneath.”
As expected, Cheng Zhu wouldn’t disappoint her.
She thought his focus was on sewing the button, but suddenly he pointed inward, commenting, “What brand is this? It has a good push-up effect.”
“Huh? I should sew blindfolded? Don’t make it harder for me; it’s unnecessary,” he said.
Pretending he might actually close his eyes, he once again opened them as she attempted to dodge, saying, “Don’t move.”
These small, intimate moments in everyday life made her heart race while rendering her utterly helpless against him.
“At first, I thought that for someone like Mr. Chen, it would all be black, but I didn’t expect white both yesterday and today,” he said unexpectedly.
And he called her Mr. Chen again.
Actually, Cheng Zhu had just remembered that his store did have a classic ‘teacher’ series among its products.
“Don’t talk about that,” Chen Jieyu fell into embarrassed anger, feeling he was being smug about a bargain won.
Cheng Zhu then looked at her face, finding her frowning countenance fascinating; that abstinent and stern look was precisely what mesmerized him.
Who would have thought that being serious, in such a context, could actually be a plus?
It seemed to boost all of Cheng Zhu’s stats.
“It’s done, Mr. Chen,” he announced.
Chen Jieyu looked down and saw, to her surprise, that it was quite well done, a hint of amazement spreading across her face.
Seeing her expression, he said, “What’s there to be shocked about? I’m skillful and dexterous, and you know that, right?”
The counselor ignored him, starting to button up the shirt on her own.
And yet, the crafty man pointed to his lips, “Come on, Mr. Chen, doesn’t a student who doesn’t give full marks in handicraft class deserve a gold star?”
Chen Jieyu, her annoyance surging, swiftly stood up from the sofa. After standing, looking down at Cheng Zhu still crouching on the ground, she finally sat back down and gently kissed him.
Oh, the stamp had been placed.
At nightfall, Cheng Zhu had the hostel hostess cook up two dishes, which turned out to be quite tasty.