"You can’t just go eating at this time. Or... sneak a snack. You aren’t planning to eat at this time from now on, are you?" Su Yinhe was speechless.
"It all depends on my stomach. When it’s hungry, I eat," Lin Murong said while nibbling on chicken feet.
Truly speechless, seriously speechless.
"You know, this time is meant for sleeping, not for... eating. Do you understand?"
"But my stomach is really hungry, I can’t sleep," Lin Murong said, sounding aggrieved. He took his grievance up a notch.
"Let me teach you, next time, if you’re still hungry and can’t sleep at this time. Find a brick and smash your head against it, and hey, guess what, you’ll fall asleep!" Su Yinhe enthusiastically suggested.
"Galaxy, I... well... am not a fool. Although I might seem a bit like a fool sometimes, I really am not one." Don’t treat him like a fool.
"Ah, aren’t you? You act the part quite well. They say the playacting turns real—what if you really are a fool?" Su Yinhe asked, tilting her head and feigning innocence.
Though but, he really wasn’t a fool.
Don’t treat him like a fool!
Lin Murong wanted to swear, but he couldn’t.
He could only continue nibbling on chicken feet with a gloomy face.
At night, he just liked to nibble on something spicy, so he had brought up a lot of chicken feet.
With the chicken feet, it still felt like something was missing.
Lin Murong thought this as he opened a can of Cola.
After a while, he gently tapped Su Yinhe’s foot with his own.
"Galaxy, how about a show that’s good with meals?"
Speechless, completely speechless.
Su Yinhe silently cursed to herself but still turned on the tablet and started a show meant to be watched while eating.
"Watch it, watch it well."
"Hehehe, sure, I’ll watch carefully, won’t miss any exciting plot," Lin Murong said, and he really started watching intently.
Watching the show while nibbling on chicken feet.
Goodness, he’s really enjoying himself.
Damn, and it’s her tablet.
Watching on, Su Yinhe felt... she was getting into it too.
Su Yinhe silently opened a package of chicken feet and cracked open a can of Cola.
Lin Murong turned his head and made eye contact with Su Yinhe.
That look was loaded with too much, too much.
After the eye contact, he dove back into the foodie show.
The two of them, sitting in a row, nibbling on the same chicken feet, drinking the same Cola...
Catching a thief only to trap oneself.
Su Yinhe forgot that she had brushed her teeth that night.
The two of them, watching the food show and nibbling on chicken feet, watched until...
Su Yinhe looked at the time on the screen and got startled.
No way, the two of them had watched for that long!
Su Yinhe was shocked.
"Looks like I can’t do this with you next time." Su Yinhe looked remorseful. How had she ended up pulling an all-nighter?
She still remembered that she had just gone to the bathroom.
Lin Murong is trouble.
"Isn’t it nice being with me? Much more fun than with Brother Chi," Lin Murong felt very self-satisfied.
"Hehehe, say that in front of Chi Yan. Saying this just to me doesn’t make you brave," Su Yinhe despised.
"Of course, I... I wouldn’t dare say that in front of Chi Yan," Lin Murong deflated at the mention of Chi Yan.
"Tsk." Su Yinhe with a single word.
Just a single word, yet Lin Murong felt thoroughly mocked.
"I’m angry now. You’ve hurt me," Murong clutched his chest, looking like he was about to faint.
Alright, alright, the act has started again.
Su Yinhe was speechless again.
"Can you act normal, please?" Su Yinhe negotiated with him.
"I don’t want to." Murong refused.
If he were normal, he wouldn’t be Murong.
"Why? It’s just being a bit normal, is it going to kill you?" Su Yinhe was helpless.
"Yeah. I was born abnormal, asking me to be normal is like asking for my life, what’s the difference?" Murong even questioned.
Su Yinhe covered her face, god, so powerless.
Did she really need to bring out the big guns?
"So, you want my life, huh? Galaxy, I never thought you’d be such a cold and heartless woman. I always thought you were warm-hearted, but it turns out you..."
"Just act normal and I’ll treat you to Beijing Roasted Duck, ten whole ducks."
"Sure, take my life anytime, don’t be shy. You can play with my life however you want," Murong changed his tune very quickly.
Because of ten Beijing Roasted Ducks, Murong returned to normal.
Good, Su Yinhe was also tired, having stayed up all night, it was time to sleep.
She yawned, preparing to brush her teeth before going to bed.
She actually spent the whole night nibbling on chicken feet.
Seriously, Murong always leads people astray.
Su Yinhe shook her head.
And Murong, still couldn’t sleep.
He was too excited about the ten Beijing Roasted Ducks.
Beijing Roasted Duck, and ten of them!
Just thinking about having ten Beijing Roasted Ducks soon, he couldn’t sleep at all, how could he possibly sleep!
Beijing Roasted Duck!
Can’t sleep, just can’t sleep at all.
He was about to eat Beijing Roasted Duck.
Murong, excited, went and gnawed on ten packs of duck wings.
Temporarily, there were no ten Beijing Roasted Ducks, so duck wings would have to do.
After finishing, he felt sleepy.
And then, he went straight to bed.
As for brushing his teeth...
He was too tired to even think about it.
He would brush after waking up.
And then this sleep lasted until lunchtime.
It wasn’t even him who woke up on his own, it was Brother Chi who dragged him off the bed with a stern face.
Brother Chi actually thought about just dragging him directly to the dining table.
But Murong remembered he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet and struggled to do so.
"So you do brush your teeth," Brother Chi said this with a light tone, it was unclear if it was mockery or praise.
If it’s unclear, take it as praise.
Murong was in a good state of mind.
"Heh heh heh. Of course, I need to, it’s only fitting for my Beijing Roasted Duck heh heh heh..." With Su Yinhe’s mention of "ten Beijing Roasted Ducks," Murong was dreaming about Beijing Roasted Duck even in his dreams.
He was speechless too.
He seldom is speechless.
Murong came to the dining table and saw the listless Su Yinhe.
Su Yinhe was woken up by Brother Chi too, but her waking method was much gentler than Murong’s.
But no matter how gentle, not enough sleep is still not enough sleep, and she was still sleepy.
So sleepy that she felt she could eat and sleep at the same time.