Chapter 584: Dried Sweet Potato
Lin Murong munched away at his sweet potato strips with gusto. He really liked sweet, chewy treats.
Su Yinhe was engrossed in the drama when Chi Yan approached carrying a cup of water.
“This milk tea I just made may be a bit too sweet since I added too much sugar. If you find it too rich, you can have this cup of water. It’s sweet too, but not as cloying,” said Chi Yan, a reasoned and calm man.
So once he stepped out of Su Yinhe’s line of sight, he quickly regained his composure.
Becoming even more restrained.
Just a restrained man.
At this point, Su Yinhe was completely absorbed in the plot and barely reacted to Chi Yan’s words, casually picking up the cup of water he had provided and taking a sip.
Hmm.
Sweet water.
That’s it.
After one sip, Su Yinhe put the cup of water back down.
Sweet, pretty good.
But now all her attention was on the drama.
She was here to watch the drama.
Seeing Su Yinhe like this, Chi Yan wasn’t angry,
Her behavior made it convenient for Chi Yan.
Looking at her, Chi Yan’s gaze was no longer as restrained as before.
She was so focused on the drama now, he didn’t have to be as patient as before, he could afford to be a little… presumptuous.
Just a little, not too much.
Because, Galaxy was very sensitive.
Being too presumptuous would be noticed by her.
He didn’t want her to know too much, to find out too much.
Knowing too much might scare her. What if she ran away?
He could bring her back, sure, but he didn’t want her to be afraid of him.
She just needed to like him. That was enough.
Nothing else was allowed.
“Want some fruit?” Chi Yan indulged a little, watched her for a few minutes, then asked casually.
There were plenty of snacks around, but fruit was missing.
Compared to snacks, he preferred her to eat fruit.
Fruit was much healthier than snacks.
“Ah, yes, please,” Su Yinhe replied absentmindedly.
“Okay, I’ll go cut some for you,” said Chi Yan, beginning to lose his restraint again.
Just looking for an excuse to cool down, really.
He was truly defeated.
A crushing defeat, indeed.
As Chi Yan cut the fruit, he calmed himself down.
The fruit he cut looked beautiful.
Just like him.
“Brother Chi, what are you doing? Cutting fruit, huh? Is it for me?” Lin Murong roamed about only to stumble upon Chi Yan slicing fruit.
Fruit, huh.
He figured he might as well get some.
“No,” Chi Yan replied coldly.
“Hey. We’re brothers, aren’t we? Why so cold? There’s so much fruit here. What’s it to you if I have some?” Lin Murong was dissatisfied.
“There’s plenty of fruit. Just grab and eat it yourself,” Chi Yan responded, not lacking in fruit.
“I don’t want the unwashed, unpeeled stuff. I want what you’re holding in your hands…” Lin Murong gave him a pleading look.
“Lin Murong, you have a mouth, use it properly. If not, I can help sew it up for you.” His sewing skills weren’t great, but they were enough to stitch up Murong’s mouth.
At Chi Yan’s words, Lin Murong immediately covered his mouth.
“Brother Chi, why are you being so harsh?” He seemed genuinely scared. “I just wanted some of the fruit you’ve cut…” Under Chi Yan’s deadly gaze, Murong’s voice grew quieter and quieter, until it faded away.
Once he fell silent, Chi Yan was satisfied and walked off with the cut fruit.
As soon as Chi Yan left, Lin Murong started stomping his feet.
Angry. Very angry.
What had he done wrong? He just wanted some fruit, that was all! And Chi Yan had to threaten him.
Chi Yan, that miser, was just too stingy.
Really.
Hmph.
He’d wash and cut it himself, it was just a fruit platter, after all.
Look at Chi Yan, so smug.
As if he couldn’t do it himself.
Murong thought this in his mind, but…
He washed a piece of fruit, then couldn’t help but eat one, washed another, ate another, washed one more, ate one more…
Sometimes with certain fruits, like grapes, he’d wash a whole bunch and then eat the whole bunch…
He had wanted to make a fruit plate, but as he washed the fruit, he ended up eating himself into a stupor.
Who the hell needs a fruit plate anymore.
Full to the brim, it was time to walk it off.
There were no digestive tablets left.
If he went to ask Chi Yan for some now, he’d surely be rejected; no choice but to solely rely on walking.
Take a stroll, and the fullness would subside.
Hmm…
Forget about the fruit plate.
In the end, it all goes into the stomach; the form isn’t important.
Really not important.
Because it all looks the same coming out.
Murong started to walk around.
He truly had overeaten on fruit.
When Chi Yan washed and cut fruit, he ended up making a modest fruit plate, having a rough idea of Su Yinhe’s appetite.
The amount he prepared for Su Yinhe’s fruit plate was just enough for her to enjoy without overeating.
He didn’t want Su Yinhe to overeat.
If Su Yinhe overate, it would be him who felt heartbroken.
He would feel heartbroken.
The fruit plate was beautiful.
After all, Chi Yan made it—his plating was always beautiful, whatever he did he liked it to be beautiful.
He was meticulous.
However, Su Yinhe didn’t take much notice of the beautiful fruit plate.
She was at the climax of the drama she was watching, aware that Chi Yan had returned with the fruit plate but too busy to spare it more than a glance.
Chi Yan didn’t mind whether she looked or appreciated it.
He just sat next to her, feeding her with a skewer.
Su Yinhe was enjoying the service of a male model, in a way.
Hmm…
Chi Yan was handsome and well-built, why wouldn’t he count as a male model.
If he became a model, he’d definitely be one of the top-tier ones.
As Su Yinhe watched the drama, she ate whatever Chi Yan fed her.
Looking so obedient.
So very obedient.
Really so obedient.
As Chi Yan continued to feed her, his look towards Su Yinhe changed again.
He felt he was somewhat perverted.
He had to hide it well, certainly couldn’t let Galaxy find out.
After all, he was genuinely worried she’d be afraid.
He didn’t want her to be even a tiny bit afraid of him.
He wanted her to simply like him, to love him.
If fear appeared, even a trace, he would become unhappy.
If he got unhappy, then he could only vent by beating up Murong.
But, there was only one Murong, and as he took his frustration out on him, he would run out—he was disposable.
And currently, he hadn’t found a replacement yet.
He didn’t want to consume Murong too quickly.
It was better to keep it long-term.
“Don’t just focus on feeding me, you eat too,” Su Yinhe pushed.
With a single sentence from Su Yinhe, all of Chi Yan’s jumbled thoughts were pulled back.
“Alright, I’ll eat too,” Chi Yan looked at her and smiled.
Even though she wasn’t looking.
Chi Yan ate a piece of cantaloupe, and thinking that it came from the same skewer, a secret thrill coursed through him.
Despite having kissed her so many times already, such a trivial matter still made him secretly thrilled.
He might really be quite sick.
But he couldn’t help it.
He was already not a very normal person to begin with, and after meeting her, he became even more abnormal.