You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 639 Don't Judge People By Their Looks

The morning sun shone weekly though the clouds, sprinkling sunshine here and there.

A sweet fragrance filled the air as the flowers bloomed. The streets were spotless after the cleaners had thoroughly saw to them. It seemed to be all in vain though as every gust of wind littered the ground with the little white flowers.

Breathing the fresh air, Michelle walked briskly towards the apartment with breakfast in both hands.

She had worked out her whole routine and calculated everything down to the last minute. As she knocked on the door, it was exactly eight o'clock.

As soon as Leon got out of his bed, he heard the knock. After a swift moment of astonishment, he soon guessed who was outside.

He didn't open the door immediately. Instead, he washed his face and smoothed his hair in front of the mirror. He wanted to shave his beard as well, but he couldn't leave Michelle waiting for that long.

As soon as he opened the door, he was met by a sweet smile of the girl standing there. She was wearing a black sleeve dress with the hemline swaying and bobbing against her tender white thighs. Her hair was up in a ponytail, exposing her baby face. Watery eyes shone clearly underneath her thin bangs.

Today was only Leon's third day in Lexingport City. He was a single man and he only had the company of another male friend who also happened to be single.

Seeing Michelle as soon as he woke up felt surreal. He almost wondered if he was gazing upon a fairy who had lost her way.

The magical creature greeted him with a smile. "Good morning, Leon. I brought you breakfast."

She waved two paper bags in front of him. He was a little surprised, and then said happily, "Good morning, Michelle. Come in." "Leon, I brought you my favorite breakfast." Michelle carried the paper bags to the table and took out two round plastic boxes.

Out came two bowls of rice noodles and two cups of soybean milk.

He took a glance and rather shocked, said, "You said your favorite breakfast. I thought it would be strawberry cake."

"That's dessert. I like sweet food, but my favorite breakfast is the handmade rice noodles." Michelle opened the box, took out a straw and inserted it into the soybean milk. She didn't sit down until she pushed it to the opposite side of the table.

Leon then took that as his sign to sit down.

"Leon, let me tell you, their handmade rice noodles are delectable, and the soybean milk is freshly ground. It's to die for. I really can't get enough of them. Have a taste." Her big eyes looked at him expectantly. The noodles sat in the bowl, looking really light. There were green onions and meat on top of them.

It wasn't very oily and seemed perfect for a breakfast meal.

Leon picked up the chopsticks and was ready to tuck in. "Let me have a try and see why you find them so delicious."

He didn't eat immediately. Instead, he put the chopped green onions aside and then put the noodles into his mouth.

Noticing this, Michelle thought that she should remind the restaurant not to add green onions next time because Leon clearly didn't like them.

She looked at Leon's tightly closed lips gently grinding. There wasn't even a hint of soup caught at the edge of his mouth. He somehow even displayed elegance in his chewing. Michelle was the complete opposite of that. She didn't care if her clothes got stained or the soup splashed everywhere. The most important thing was stuffing her cheeks till they bulged as she gobbled her food down.

He picked up the soybean milk and took a sip. Then he nodded and said, "The soybean milk is really delicious. No wonder you like it."

As Leon spoke, he looked up at Michelle who was already staring back at him. She looked blank, as if she was still sleepy. He asked, "Why aren't you eating? Are you full from just watching me?" "Yes, it seems so." Michelle nodded her head and picked up the soybean milk. It tasted the same as always, but this particular cup was especially delicious.

She smiled sweetly. "You're is so good-looking that you can satisfy both my thirst and hunger."

As soon as she finished speaking, Leon almost choked on his drink. If he didn't know that the girl across from him was as innocent as a child, he would have been caught in all sorts of panic. Being able to tell dirty jokes almost came naturally to men. Even if they'd never been with a woman, they could still say all kinds of things.

"Michelle, be careful who you talk to like that in the future. You can't just say that to any man."

Michelle took a sip of the soybean milk and said, "I would only ever say it to you. I've never said it to anyone else. No one else can compare to you anyway, Leon."

"That's good." He breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he noticed that Michelle propped her head up with one hand and stared at his face in a daze. "What are you looking at?"

Raising his hand and touching his face, it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't shaved yet. His face felt rough and he smiled sheepishly. "I forgot to shave."

This ogling girl loved his face more than anything so she wouldn't think he looked good with a stubble, would she?

Perhaps this wasn't the case. "Leon, you look so good with a beard! You look so mature!"

Michelle exclaimed. He couldn't keep up with her train of thought. "Why have I become mature now that I have a beard? What am I when I don't have one?"

"Without the beard, I barely remember that you are five years older than me. You look really young and the beard just ages you a little," she explained.

He finally understood. It turned out that the beard just made him look older. He corrected her with a smile, "I'm only twenty-six years old so I am young. Is it the beard that makes me look good or do you think I am handsome just because it's me?"

"Of course it's not just the beard. For example, the guard at the west gate of our school has a beard and he is not an attractive man by any means."

"Don't judge people by their looks," Leon said.

"What?" She was stunned.

"Leon, you are usually so narcissistic though." How did she pick up on this?

There was some momentary embarrassment in his eyes. He wondered how she was so mentally sharp sometimes.

"Their rice noodles and soybean milk are incredible. I like them quite a lot."

Leon tried to change the topic and without much trouble, Michelle was led away. "I like them a lot too. I think I'll have to bring you some more often. They have a wide selection." "Okay, thank you so much, Michelle."

"Leon, you don't have to thank me all the time. My mom told me that family don't need to thank each other for everything. It sounds a bit detached." Michelle picked up her chopsticks to start eating her rice noodles. She slurped them up and as they smacked her lips, they left them shiny like lip gloss.

As Leon watched her gulp down the food, it reinvigorated his appetite.

It was just a bowl of rice noodles. How could they look so delicious when she was eating them?

Michelle loved talking to the people around her, especially when she had stories to tell. As she walked up and down the living room to digest her food, she told Leon about what happened this morning in the dormitory.

After she finished speaking, she stretched her arms out and complained, "I really wanted to tell them that it was still early, but they kept talking and I couldn't interrupt them. I could only watch them frantically run around like they were in a warzone."

"Ha-ha..." The joy that sounded from him was as pleasant as a wind chime. It filled her ears and brought her to laughter as well.

After calming down, Leon looked at her clear eyes and flicked her forehead with a smile. "Michelle, are you some kind of comedian? Last night I heard you talk about Mr. Zhao doing pushups, I laughed so hard that I could barely breathe. Now I almost laugh to death again."

Michelle raised her hand to her head and protested, "Leon, why did you flick me on the forehead again? You flick me all the time."

"Yes, because I'm happy." Leon flicked lightly again.

He hadn't laughed like this for a long time.

It might have been as much as five years at this point. He couldn't exactly remember. In the past, only a few people could make him laugh. Valerie brought out this joy from the bottom of his heart, Wynn always had a talent for giving him a good chuckle since they were kids and Nina often made him laugh out of anger more than anything.

However, he had never felt the laughter that he experienced over the past few days. It was different from anything he'd ever felt. He just couldn't tell what the difference was though.

All he knew was that his sister was so entertaining. Perhaps she really was a comedian.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐