Su Yinhe found the smell unpleasant, so she sprayed half a bottle of perfume to cover it up.
Su Yinhe was engrossed in watching a drama and didn’t realize Chi Yan was thinking about some strange things by himself.
Chi Yan fed her a piece, then ate one himself. It was a good thing Lin Murong hadn’t strolled over; otherwise, he’d have shouted about ’dog abuse’ again.
His timing was perfect. Just as Su Yinhe finished watching the drama, the fruit was also just finished.
Everything was just perfect.
He always had great control over timing.
"Is it delicious?" Chi Yan asked her.
Su Yinhe still had the last piece of watermelon in her mouth.
She chewed, finding the watermelon very sweet, juicy, and delicious. "Delicious."
"Do you like it?" he asked again.
"I like it, of course, I do. How could I possibly not like it?"
"Then I’ll make you another one next time. Or, I could go make a few more now and put them in the space. When you want to eat them, just take them out..."
"No need, no need, you... don’t have to make so many. Don’t overexert yourself. I would feel really embarrassed."
"It’s no trouble, just cutting some fruit. How could it be hard?" Chi Yan stroked her head.
"I know, just, I feel sorry for you," Su Yinhe said coyly.
The look in Chi Yan’s eyes deepened.
"Good, thank you. I really... really like you." Always so good to him, how could he not like her? His fondness for her grew ever stronger.
He really wanted, so badly wanted, to keep her all to himself.
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 anything she wanted, to be happy.
"Ah... why... are you confessing out of the blue? It’s quite embarrassing," Su Yinhe touched her face, feeling it burning up.
"I don’t know. Maybe it’s because..." I like you too much.
Because he liked her too much, he couldn’t help it. Love was always hard to restrain.
"Okay, okay, I get it. I know what you’re going to say. Don’t say it." She... was embarrassed. For real.
Chi Yan looked at her and chuckled softly.
"Alright, as you wish."
Lin Murong roamed around and still ended up here.
Fortunately, he came at the right time and didn’t run into them.
But it was a close call.
"Yo, Galaxy, you’re quite enjoying yourself, with dramas, snacks, milk tea, and a man. If I’m not mistaken, there’s also a fruit plate that’s been polished off," Lin Murong said, glancing at Chi Yan.
His last remark was clearly said with a tinge of sarcasm.
"Heh, it’s alright. After all, I am the boss. If I don’t enjoy myself, who will?" Su Yinhe cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Umm... what are you doing?" Su Yinhe, unable to restrain her curiosity at Lin Murong’s odd behavior, finally asked.
Lin Murong was actually...
Yeah, the one that held the fruit.
Is it really that aromatic?
What kind of weird hobby is this?
"Me? I didn’t get to eat, so is sniffing not okay?" Lin Murong sounded quite aggrieved.
Alright, another story she didn’t know about.
Su Yinhe looked at Chi Yan.
Something had happened between those two, again.
"It’s nothing, his brain’s just not working right." Although Su Yinhe hadn’t spoken, he knew what she wanted to say. Her look said it all.
Yep, diagnosed, both of them were not quite right.
In such a large supermarket, she was the only normal person.
They were all abnormal.
Only she was the most normal.
"You’re the abnormal one! Brother Chi, you’re falsely accusing people!" Lin Murong got angry; it was bad enough he didn’t get to eat any fruit from the plate, but now he was being slandered by Chi Yan.
"Whether I’m slandering... you know yourself," Chi Yan said with an expressionless face.
It seemed... it wasn’t really slander.
His reasoning wasn’t strong, but neither was his indignation.
"No way, it is slander, and you need to apologize! Otherwise, I’ll... I’ll..." Lin Murong "I’ll"d for quite a while but still couldn’t come up with anything.
"Heh. Take your time ’I will’ing."
"Hey! Galaxy! Do something about him," murmured Lin Murong, setting his sights on Su Yinhe since he had no way to retaliate against Chi Yan.
Su Yinhe: "..." She didn’t really have a solution either.
She couldn’t... really confront Chi Yan. Besides, she didn’t want to confront him.
Su Yinhe’s eyes shifted, choosing to pick on Lin Murong.
"Murong, do you want some fries?"
Murong: "??? Sure..." He didn’t quite dare to say this.
Not because he was full and couldn’t eat more—he ate quickly and digested quickly. Read complete version only at novel·fire.net
He’d be ready to eat in no time.
But the way Su Yinhe asked that question—no matter how he listened, it sounded ominous.
"Alright, then go peel some potatoes. I’ll make you fries after you’re done," Su Yinhe said, making a heart symbol at him.
"You’re making them yourself?!!!" Lin Murong let out a high-pitched shriek.
"Yeah, touched, aren’t you?" Su Yinhe blinked at him.
"So touched, truly touched," Lin Murong was a bit scared, "But, actually, I don’t have to eat them." It wasn’t that he didn’t want to peel potatoes; he was just a bit scared.
"Not eat? Why not? What right do you have not to eat? Eat! You must eat! How can you not eat? I’m personally making fries, and you don’t want to eat?" Su Yinhe looked displeased.
"But... I wouldn’t dare trouble our boss to personally make something. This trivial task; I can do it myself. I’m not that fond of fries anyway." He never really liked them.
Lin Murong felt like crying.
"No way, you love them now. Wait until I make them for you," Su Yinhe patted his shoulder.
"Ah... okay then." Lin Murong’s face fell; he had a very bad premonition.
"Good boy. Go peel them," Su Yinhe made another heart symbol at him.
He really didn’t want fries anymore.
But Su Yinhe was forcing him to want them.
And he couldn’t resist.
Lin Murong obediently went to peel the potatoes.
Su Yinhe felt quite clever, having avoided an argument without making a sound.
However, she had sent Lin Murong to peel potatoes and forgot about Chi Yan.
As soon as Murong left, Chi Yan became displeased.
"You’re making him fries?"
"Ah, yes. What about it?"
"No, I don’t approve," Chi Yan said, very unhappy.
"Why not? It’s just making some fries."
"You haven’t made them for me. He gets them first," Chi Yan was very unhappy.
"Ah, but... well... you... don’t kind of stuff, do you?" This kind of stuff, deep-fried food, was what Chi Yan liked least.
"I don’t like it, but these would be made by you." He liked anything made by Galaxy.
"You... ahem, ahem, ahem." Su Yinhe was a bit embarrassed.
"Then... when I’m done making them, you eat first, and Murong can have the leftovers," Su Yinhe suggested a compromise.
Chi Yan was still not quite satisfied.