Lin Murong was somewhat indecisive, wanting to have his cake and eat it, too.
Su Yinhe was engrossed in the drama and had no idea what strange thoughts Chi Yan had been entertaining all by himself.
Chi Yan fed her a piece of fruit, then ate a piece himself. Luckily, Lin Murong wasn’t strolling over, or he would have cried out "Stop showing off your love" once again.
His timing was perfect; just as Su Yinhe finished the drama, the fruit was finished too.
Everything was just right.
He always had excellent control over timing.
"Is it delicious?" Chi Yan asked her.
Su Yinhe still had the last piece of watermelon in her mouth.
She chewed, the watermelon was sweet, juicy, and delicious. "Delicious."
"Do you like it?" he asked again.
"Like it? Of course, I like it. How could I possibly not like it?"
"Then I’ll make you another one next time. Or, I could make a few more right now and store them in the space. Whenever you want to eat, just take it out..."
"No, no need, you... don’t need to do so much. Don’t work too hard. I would feel embarrassed."
"It’s not hard, just cutting some fruit. How could that be hard?" Chi Yan stroked her head.
"I know, it’s just that... I feel for you." Su Yinhe coyly said.
Chi Yan looked at her with even more depth in his gaze.
"Okay, thank you. I really... like you a lot." Always so good, how could he not like her? He was growing fonder of her by the moment.
He really, really wanted to lock her away.
For him to look at alone.
No one else was allowed to look.
She was his and his alone.
But he couldn’t do that; she would be unhappy.
He didn’t want her to be unhappy; he wanted her to do whatever she wanted. To be happy.
"Ah... how come... such a sudden confession, it’s embarrassingly sweet." Su Yinhe touched her face, feeling her cheeks heating up.
"I don’t know. Maybe it’s because..." I like you too much.
Because he liked her too much, he always found it hard to hold back, the love simply couldn’t be restrained.
"Okay, okay, I get it, I know what you’re going to say. Don’t say it." She... was embarrassed. Really embarrassed.
Chi Yan looked at her and let out a light laugh.
"Alright, as you wish."
Lin Murong strolled around and eventually made his way over.
Fortunately, his timing was decent, and he hadn’t walked in on anything.
But it was a close call.
"Yo, Galaxy, you’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you? You’ve got drama, snacks, milk tea, and a man. If I’m not mistaken, there’s probably an empty fruit plate too." Lin Murong said, glancing at Chi Yan.
His last sentence was unmistakably sardonic.
"Hehe, it’s fine. After all, I am the boss, right? If I don’t enjoy myself, who will?" Su Yinhe raised her eyebrows at him.
"Um... what are you doing?" Su Yinhe couldn’t help but ask, observing Lin Murong’s strange behavior.
Lin Murong was actually...
Yes, the one that had the fruit on it.
"Me? I didn’t get any, is smelling it not allowed?" Lin Murong sounded quite aggrieved.
Okay, there was a story she didn’t know about.
Su Yinhe looked at Chi Yan.
Something had happened between the two of them again.
"It’s nothing, his brain isn’t working right." Although Su Yinhe hadn’t spoken, he knew what she wanted to say; her look said it all.
Hmm, diagnosis confirmed, both are not quite normal.
Such a big supermarket, and she’s the only normal person there.
They are all not normal.
Only she is the most normal.
"You’re the abnormal one! Brother Chi, you’re slandering me!" Lin Murong got angry; he had missed out on the fruit plate, and now he had to endure Chi Yan’s slander.
"Whether it’s slander... you know it yourself," Chi Yan said expressionlessly.
It seemed... it really wasn’t slander.
He was indignant even if he couldn’t argue.
"No way, it is slander, you apologize! Otherwise, I’ll... I’ll..." Lin Murong ’I’ll’ and ’I’ll’, but still couldn’t come up with anything.
"Heh. Take your time ’I’ll-ing’."
"Hey! Galaxy! Do something," Lin Murong, unable to deal with Chi Yan, turned to Su Yinhe.
Su Yinhe: "..." She didn’t have much of a solution either.
She can’t... confront Chi Yan. Besides, she didn’t want to confront him.
Su Yinhe’s eyes darted around, choosing to pick on Lin Murong.
"Lin Murong, want some french fries?"
Lin Murong: "??? Sure..." Lin Murong hesitated a bit as he spoke.
Not because he was full and couldn’t eat more, for he ate quickly and digested quickly.
He could eat again soon.
It was just that Su Yinhe’s question sounded kind of scary.
"Okay, you go peel the potatoes. After you’re done, I’ll make you french fries," Su Yinhe made a heart gesture at him.
"You’re making them yourself?!!!!" Lin Murong shrieked.
"Yeah, touched?" Su Yinhe winked at him.
"Moved, really moved," Lin Murong said, a bit fearful, "But really, I can do without them." It wasn’t that he didn’t want to peel potatoes, he was just a tad scared.
"Not eat? Why not eat? What gives you the right not to eat? Eat! You must eat for me! How can you not eat? I’m making the fries myself, and you don’t want to eat them?" Su Yinhe looked displeased.
"But... I don’t dare to trouble our boss to do such trivial work. I can do it myself. And I’m not that into fries." He never really liked them to begin with.
Lin Murong felt like crying.
"No, you love them now. Wait until I make them for you," Su Yinhe patted his shoulder.
"Ah... okay," Lin Murong’s face was crestfallen, he had a very bad feeling now.
"Good boy. Go peel," Su Yinhe made another heart gesture at him.
He really didn’t want to eat fries anymore.
But Su Yinhe forced him to want to.
And he couldn’t even resist.
Lin Murong obediently went to peel potatoes.
Su Yinhe felt quite clever, avoiding an argument without making a sound.
However, she had sent Lin Murong off to peel potatoes but had forgotten about Chi Yan.
As soon as Lin Murong left, Chi Yan became unhappy.
"You’ll make fries for him?"
"Ah, yes. What about it?"
"No, I don’t agree," Chi Yan said, discontent.
"Why? It’s just fries."
"You’ve never made them for me. You made them for him first," Chi Yan said, still displeased.
"Ah, but... um... you... you don’t eat this kind of stuff, right?" This kind of stuff, fried, was Chi Yan’s least favorite.
"I don’t like it, but you made it," Chi Yan would like anything that Galaxy made.
"You... cough, cough, cough." Su Yinhe became somewhat embarrassed.
"Well... once I’m done making them, you eat first, Lin Murong can have the leftovers," Su Yinhe proposed a solution.
Chi Yan was still not quite satisfied.