Chapter 611: Watermelon Juice
Chilled watermelon juice, a divine treat, was her favorite.
Su Yinhe was deeply engrossed in watching the drama when Chi Yan came over with a glass of water.
“This milk tea I just made might be a bit too sweet because I added too much sugar. If it’s too thick for you, you might prefer this water. It’s sweet too, but not as cloying,” said Chi Yan, a man who was both rational and calm.
That’s why he quickly regained his composure once he was out of Su Yinhe’s sight.
He became even more restrained.
Just a restrained man.
At that moment, Su Yinhe was completely absorbed in the plot; she hardly reacted to Chi Yan’s words and casually drank the water he offered.
Hmm.
Sweet water.
That was it.
After one sip, Su Yinhe put the glass back.
It was sweet and quite nice.
But all her energy was focused on watching the drama.
She wanted to watch the drama.
Chi Yan wasn’t upset by Su Yinhe’s actions,
In fact, her behavior made things easier for Chi Yan.
Chi Yan watched her, his gaze not as restrained as before.
Now that she was focused on the drama, he didn’t need to be as reserved as before and could afford to be a bit more… bold.
But only a bit, not too much.
After all, Galaxy was very sensitive.
Being too bold would make her notice.
He certainly didn’t want her to notice too much or understand too much.
If she knew too much, she might get scared, and what if she ran away?
While he could bring her back, he didn’t want her to fear him.
She just needed to like him.
Nothing else was allowed.
“Do you want some fruit?” Chi Yan, being slightly bold, had been staring at her for a few minutes before asking.
There were many snacks here, but no fruit.
He preferred her eating fruit rather than snacks.
Fruit was much healthier than snacks.
“Ah, sure,” replied Su Yinhe, still immersed, without giving it much thought.
“Okay, I’ll go and cut some for you,” Chi Yan admitted he was having trouble containing himself again.
He needed another excuse to calm down.
He really was defeated.
Truly, defeated in a devastating way.
As Chi Yan cut the fruit, he calmed down.
The fruits he cut looked beautiful.
Just like him.
“Brother Chi, what are you up to? Cutting fruit? Is it for me?” Lin Murong was wandering around and then spotted Chi Yan cutting fruit.
Fruit, huh.
He had to get some.
“No,” Chi Yan coldly refused.
“Hey. We’re good brothers, why so cold? There’s plenty of fruit here, why can’t I have some?” Lin Murong was quite dissatisfied.
“There’s plenty of fruit, you can get your own,” Chi Yan certainly didn’t lack fruit.
“I don’t want those unpeeled, unwashed ones. I want what you’re holding…” Lin Murong gave him a pleading look.
“Lin Murong, you’ve got a mouth; use it properly. If not, I can sew it shut for you,” he wasn’t the best at sewing, but sewing Lin Murong’s mouth shut would be sufficient.
At Chi Yan’s words, Lin Murong immediately covered his mouth.
“Brother Chi, why are you so fierce?” This scared him. “I just wanted some of the fruit you cut…” Lin Murong’s voice grew fainter and fainter under Chi Yan’s deadly glare until it was gone.
Now that he had gone silent, Chi Yan was satisfied, and he walked away with the fruit he had cut.
As soon as Chi Yan left, Lin Murong began stamping his feet.
He was angry. Very angry.
What did he do wrong? All he wanted was some fruit, just some fruit! And Chi Yan had even threatened him.
Chi Yan, such a miser, truly too petty.
Really.
Hmph.
He’d wash and cut the fruit himself. It’s just a fruit platter, after all.
Look at Chi Yan looking so smug.
As if he was incapable of it.
Murong was thinking to himself, but…
He washed a fruit, couldn’t resist, and ate one, washed another, ate another, washed another, ate another…
Sometimes with some fruits, like grapes, he would just wash a bunch and eat a bunch…
He wanted to make a fruit plate, but while washing, he just ended up stuffing himself.
What’s the point in making a fruit plate then.
He was stuffed, it was time to digest.
No more digestive aid tablets left.
If he went to ask Chi Yan now, he would definitely be turned down, no choice, he had to rely on walking it off.
Walking it off, then he wouldn’t feel too full.
Hmm…
Forget the fruit plate.
After all, it’s all going into the stomach, the form doesn’t matter.
It really doesn’t matter.
Because what comes out is all the same.
Murong started to walk off.
He was truly, genuinely stuffed from eating fruit.
Chi Yan washed and cut the fruits, ended up making a modest fruit plate, having familiarized himself with Su Yinhe’s appetite.
The fruit plate he prepared for Su Yinhe was just perfect for her to enjoy without getting stuffed.
He didn’t want Su Yinhe to get stuffed.
If Su Yinhe got stuffed, he would be the one feeling heartbroken.
He would feel heartbroken.
The fruit plate was beautiful.
After all, it was made by Chi Yan, whose presentation was always beautiful in cooking or anything else, he likes everything to be beautiful.
He’s meticulous.
However, Su Yinhe barely noticed the beautiful fruit plate.
The drama she was watching had reached its climax; she knew Chi Yan had returned with the fruit plate but didn’t have the moment to spare it more than a glance.
Chi Yan didn’t mind whether she watched or appreciated it.
He just sat next to her and started feeding her with a toothpick.
Su Yinhe was indeed enjoying the service of a male model.
Hmm…
Chi Yan was handsome and well-built, how could he not be considered a male model.
If he were to become a male model, he would be top-tier.
While Su Yinhe watched the drama, she ate whatever Chi Yan fed her.
Looking particularly obedient.
So obedient.
Really so obedient.
As Chi Yan fed her, the look in his eyes changed again.
He felt he was a bit perverse.
He needed to hide it well, not daring to let Galaxy find out.
After all, he was really worried she would be scared.
He didn’t want her to be even slightly afraid of him.
He wanted her to just like him, love him.
The emotion of fear, even a little bit, would make him unhappy.
If unhappy, he could only beat up Lin Murong to vent.
But, there was only one Lin Murong; after a while, he would be gone, a consumable.
And he hadn’t found a replacement yet.
He didn’t want to consume Lin Murong that quickly.
Better to keep it lasting.
“Don’t just feed me, you eat too,” Su Yinhe pushed him.
Su Yinhe’s words brought back Chi Yan’s scrambled thoughts.
“Okay, I’ll eat too,” Chi Yan looked at her and smiled.
Though she wasn’t looking.
Chi Yan took a bite of cantaloupe, thinking it was the same toothpick, a secret thrill ran through him.
Despite having kissed her so many times already, such a notion still secretly thrilled him.
He might, really be sick.
But he couldn’t help it.
He originally wasn’t a very normal person, and after meeting her, he became even more abnormal.