I suffer from severe anorexia.

In my sophomore year, Ye Jingyan, who participated in the hometown cooking competition, stood out from the crowd of braised pork and pig-killing dishes with a Northeastern big rice dumpling.

He also successfully captured my stomach.

I proposed a deal to him, he said he lacked nothing, just a woman.

So I transformed into a canary he kept.

"In the future, follow me, you know what to do and what not to do, right?"

I nodded vigorously, "Got it, received instructions, Master Ye!"

That's how I followed Ye Jingyan for half a year, luxury goods never stopped coming, limited editions made my hands soft.

Sometimes I almost felt like we were in a romantic relationship.

But these gifts were always delivered by his assistant, he never handed them to me personally.

Once, to seduce him, I wore a lace nightgown and knocked on Ye Jingyan's door with a glass of strong liquor.

"Jingyan, working hard, huh~"

I threw a flirtatious look at him.

The next second, the man reached out his long arm and pulled me into his arms.

A magnetic voice lazily sounded in my ear, "Wen Zhiyuan, what mischief are you up to again?"

"I just think you work too hard~"

Oh boy.

Instead of him working hard, I slept until the next afternoon.

It was also from that day on that I learned from Ye Jingyan's drunken confession that he had a woman he had liked for many years.

The little admiration that had sprouted in my heart for him was also stifled in its cradle.

I constantly reminded myself of my status.

He treated me sincerely, often washing his hands and cooking for me.

Later, when I went to the hospital for a check-up, even the doctor said my anorexia had improved.

I was happy, so I served Master Ye even more diligently at night.

Afterward, Ye Jingyan hugged me, "Accompany me home tomorrow."