You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 708 Because I'm In Love With You

Michelle wasn't used to using perfume. But she liked the perfume Leon was wearing. One whiff of it was enough to make her feel relaxed.

"Yes, yes, I want it." Michelle lowered her hand from her forehead and nodded. "Is this perfume expensive, Leon?"

"What? I'm giving it to you. You don't need to spend any money." Leon was wondering if he should tell her that he was not poor. Otherwise, she would always fret about money. Yet, seeing her worry about him flattered him a little bit.

He felt really conflicted.

"I mean, if you're giving me this one, then you have to buy a new one for yourself. That's why I'm asking if it's expensive." "I just want to know how much this perfume is, so I can buy it myself. But that will feel different. This isn't just any perfume. It's Leon's perfume,'

Michelle thought to herself.

"It's not expensive," Leon smiled. The perfume was worth more than a hundred thousand dollars. What made it that expensive was the bottle.

"How much?"

"Uhh...eighty-eight dollars." Leon made up a random number.

"Eighty-eight dollars?" Michelle stammered in disbelief.

Leon tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. 'Is that too cheap or...?" "Is that too expensive?" he asked.

Michelle grew even more surprised. "No, no, no. I just think it's a little cheap." She leaned forward slightly to take in the scent. The light fragrance felt very charming.

"You know what they say: you get what you pay for. Although I don't know much about perfume, I also know that the more elegant something, the more expensive it is. Just like your favorite orchid, Leon."

"Maybe..."

Before he could finish, Michelle interrupted him. "Maybe you read it wrong. Maybe it's actually eight hundred dollars?"

Michelle's eyes widened but this time, Leon already knew what she was thinking. She thought something that cost more than eight hundred dollars was already too expensive.

"No, maybe it's just cheap. After all, it's just the smell of plum blossoms and snow. Eighty-eight dollars sounds about right. Also, my friend made this perfume. It's not yet available in the market." Leon made it up as he spoke. He felt proficient at lying.

"Oh, I see. It smells really good, though." Michelle had always believed whatever Leon said without a second guess. However, another worry entered her mind. "But is this perfume safe?

Leon, you should be careful even though the perfume is made by your friend." She realized that she sounded like she was speaking ill against Leon's friend. With a flustered face, she shook her head and waved her hands. "No, I'm not trying to say that your friend isn't good. It's just that..."

"I understand. I know you're just worried about me. It's fine. I'm sure this passed the quality check. I wouldn't give it to you if it didn't, right?" Her worried look made Leon's heart melt. "Okay." Michelle nodded obediently. "Thank you, Leon."

"I'll give it to you after two days." After Leon said that, Michelle nodded.

The incandescent lamp hanging on the corridor's ceiling shone one Leon, casting a large shadow, which made him look taller than usual. Michelle had been raising her head to talk to him. Her neck felt a little stiff from always looking up.

She sidestepped to the left and stood behind Leon. Then, she placed her hands on his back and pushed him forward. "Leon, let's make the bed. Or else you won't be able to sleep tonight." "Okay." She let her push him into the guest room as a small smile appeared on his face.

When they entered, the room was bathed in soft orange light. Michelle opened the closet and took out clean sheets. Then she was about to grab the quilt.

To avoid it from being wet, the quilt was placed on the top-most compartment of the cabinet. Since Michelle was too short, she couldn't reach that height and tried to tiptoe her feet. When that didn't work, she began jumping to reach it.

Leon leaned against the door and laughed as he watched Michelle jump up and down like a rabbit. 'Watching her like this is much better than watching the moon,' he thought.

Michelle kept jumping repeatedly and could only brush the edge of the quilt. When she did, she gasped in excitement. "Almost!"

"Michelle, why don't you ask me for help? You can ask me for help." Leon leaned forward and approached her.

"But you're a guest." Michelle smiled at him. Then, she stopped for a while and tried to figure out how she could reach the quilt. She looked around the room but couldn't replace something to stand on. Since this was the guest room, there were no tables or chairs.

"I'm not a guest. You can order me around." A large shadow loomed over Michelle as Leon stood behind her. She remembered that time Leon held her from behind when they were on the bus.

Last time, Leon placed his arm in front of her. This time, his arm was leaning on her shoulder.

Michelle held her breath. The room was so quiet that she could even hear the rustling of Leon's clothes when he raised his arm and her own unsteady heartbeat.

Under his shadow, Michelle blushed.

"I got it." With one hand, Leon grabbed the thin quilt, turned around, and stood by the bed. He looked at the sheets and didn't know what to do. He had never made a bed before. "Michelle, it's your turn now. I don't know what to do with this."

When he didn't hear anything from her, he turned around to check. "Michelle?"

"What?" Startled, Michelle turned around. As soon as she caught his eyes, she looked away. She walked to the other side of the bed and slowly got a hold of herself. "Leon, you can watch beside me. My mom taught me how."

"Okay." Leon stood beside her and watched. "Michelle, have you made the bed for someone else before?"

"Yes, I did it once for Nini." Michelle began to unfold the bed sheet and placed it on the mattress.

"Oh, I see." Leon followed her movement and did the same. "Did Nini make it with you?"

"Yes." Michelle opened the quilt cover and spread it out. "Leon, I may need your help. I remember Nini taught me a new way. You have to fold that corner first..."

Leon didn't move. "Michelle, I don't know how to do it. You might have to finish that on your own."

"You just said I can order you around! You just need to fold that corner, Leon." She stopped folding on her end and looked at him. "Okay, I'll teach you the way my mother taught me." "Okay." Leon smiled.

Every time Michelle used the way her mother taught her, she would be successful. However, today, it didn't look that way. This was the first time she had ever failed. The quilt was stirred into a ball in the quilt cover.

Michelle was dumbfounded.

"Why? How could it end up like this?" She was in a state of disbelief.

Leon couldn't hold back his laughter. "How did it end up like this?"

Michelle snorted and pouted her lips. "This is all your fault."

"Huh? What did I do?" Leon was still chuckling.

'He didn't do anything. It's my fault.'

Michelle bit her lips and looked down at the floor. But since she had already said it was Leon's fault, she backed up what she had just said. "Yes, it's your fault. If you weren't here, I wouldn't have been so nervous. Whenever I'm nervous, I will make mistakes."

The bed stood between them. On the middle of the bed, the quilt bulged like a small hill. The dark gray bed sheet was wrinkled like ripples on the sea. Michelle looked up and their eyes caught each other. Leon came to Lexingport City for the future of his sister, Nina. He never expected that he would fall in love with Michelle.

"Why are you nervous?" Leon asked.

"Because..." Her words trailed.

'I am nervous because I'm in love with you, ' Michelle thought to herself.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐