Then, unsurprisingly, he got punched twice.
One punch to the left eye, another to the right.
He turned into a panda-eyed man instantly.
Became a national treasure in three seconds—who else could do that?
"I just said one thing! Why hit so hard?" Lin Murong touched his eye socket and grimaced in pain.
"You were asking for it," Chi Yan glanced at him and said indifferently.
Lin Murong, if he wasn’t hit for a day, would act too high and mighty.
He needed someone to keep him in check.
"Don’t look at me with those eyes, do you want to hit me again? That’s not okay, I’m telling you it’s not. If you keep hitting me, I’ll feel really upset," Lin Murong sensed trouble the moment Chi Yan’s gaze grew stern and scampered off like a rabbit.
If he had run any slower, Chi Yan would have hung him up and beaten him.
"Do you think, Lin Murong is just itching for a beating?" Why else would he provoke like that?
"Probably. Okay, let’s not keep talking about him. Look at me instead."
Having a boyfriend who’s too clingy is a trouble too.
Su Yinhe shook her head helplessly.
"I’m better looking than him. You should be looking at me."
"Okay, okay, you’re handsome. I’ll only look at you, just you," Su Yinhe cajoled.
Chi Yan was easy to soothe, and a few words from Su Yinhe cheered him up.
Su Yinhe shook her head again, easy to soothe, yet so easily jealous.
There was really no way to handle him.
"Don’t always look at him or think of him. Just look at me. And don’t hit him, if you feel like hitting someone, come to me, I’ll do it for you," Chi Yan felt his possessiveness was indeed a bit strong. Every time he saw Galaxy hitting Lin Murong, he would think, why couldn’t it be he that Galaxy was hitting?
Galaxy actually had so much physical contact with that numbskull Murong.
He wasn’t too pleased.
It was lucky that Chi Yan didn’t voice these thoughts.
Otherwise, Su Yinhe would have died laughing.
She might even misunderstand that Chi Yan had some weird fetish.
Why else would he think that?
Let’s put this aside for now. Su Yinhe was busy soothing someone.
Honestly, she used all the sweet nothings she had recently learned before Chi Yan finally brightened up.
Indeed, dating wasn’t as easy as it seemed.
First of all, comforting men isn’t that simple.
Luckily, just when Su Yinhe was about to lose patience, he was soothed.
Now that he was comforted, it was his turn to pamper her.
Su Yinhe waited for Chi Yan to come and comfort her.
And indeed, Chi Yan dutifully came over to placate her and managed to make Su Yinhe very happy.
Lin Murong couldn’t quite understand their weird reciprocal comforting.
Is this why he had never been in a relationship?
Lin Murong began to reflect.
No, that couldn’t be it.
He hadn’t dated simply because there was no one to date.
It must be because of that.
There was simply no one around him.
Galaxy with Chi Yan, Fangfang with Xiao Hua.
Only he was all alone.
So, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to date; it simply was because there was no one to date with.
Lin Murong comforted himself.
And then he went back to eating and drinking.
Eating and drinking were always good.
Life is all about eating and drinking.
That’s what he was chasing after.
Relationships and such, forget them.
He, Lin Murong, didn’t care.
He didn’t care at all.
Humph, humph, humph...
Murong turned his grief into appetite.
He ate a lot, a whole lot.
In the end, he overate,
and ran over to get digestive pills from Su Yinhe.
Sometimes, it’s really speechless being human.
Su Yinhe, while speechless, handed him the digestive pills.
"An adult, you’ve stuffed yourself to the extent of needing digestive pills, you really do take the cake, Murong. Truly rare indeed."
Murong patted his stomach, feeling very guilty.
"Eat less, or your eight-pack will turn into a single pack. No wait, it has already become one, hasn’t it?" Su Yinhe looked at Murong’s stomach.
"Cough cough cough, there’s still a bit of shape left." Murong, covering his stomach, felt very guilty.
Brilliant, just brilliant. Speechless sometimes really doesn’t describe it.
"Galaxy, why the sigh?" Perhaps it was psychological, but after Murong took the digestive pills, he felt much better.
Then he started to bounce around energetically.
So lively that it kind of gave Su Yinhe a headache.
"Sighing? No, you saw it wrong." Su Yinhe was icy cold.
"How could I have seen wrong. I saw it clearly." His eyesight was too good to be mistaken.
"I said you saw it wrong, so you saw it wrong. Don’t argue." Su Yinhe took out an inflatable hammer and hit him with it.
"Galaxy, how do you have everything?" Even an inflatable hammer.
"Because I’m Doraemon’s sister, Dorabmeng."
Murong: "Galaxy, that joke wasn’t funny at all."
Right after Murong said that, he immediately started to laugh, bending over.
Redefining what’s not funny.
Su Yinhe, holding the hammer, chased Murong and gave him another beating.
Murong was just asking for it. Not beating him up would have been a disservice.
"Owowow! Galaxy, stop hitting, not the face. My face." His face already had two "dark circles."
Adding some green and purple would make him look really miserable.
Even though he was already miserable, he cared about his face.
Though it seemed no one cared about his face, he still cared about it.
Face must be maintained.
Absolutely necessary.
Murong howled from the beating,
but he was still thinking about his face.
If this isn’t love, then what is love.
After beating up Murong, Su Yinhe even went to find Chi Yan to boast, "No touching, I beat him with the hammer." Su Yinhe lifted the inflatable hammer to show him.
"Can you give me the hammer?" Chi Yan stared intently at the inflatable hammer.
Why does he even want the hammer.
Though she didn’t quite understand, but since her boyfriend rarely asked her for something, she must give it.
Su Yinhe handed the hammer over to him.
Who knew, after Chi Yan took the hammer, he sprayed it with alcohol, wiped it with a wet tissue, then gave it back to her.
Su Yinhe: "...Does Murong know you despise him this much?"
"He knows. It’s okay, don’t worry about him." Chi Yan, stroking her head, said, "Just worry about me."
Luckily, Murong doesn’t know about this, otherwise he would start howling again.
Thinking about himself, handsome and graceful, dashing and suave...
Who would have thought he’d be so despised here.
They all lack vision.
These two lack vision, no, three, including Fangfang.
Fangfang also lacks vision.