Chapter 588: Crazy
His expression was crazed, which gave Lin Murong quite a scare.
Su Yinhe was deeply engrossed in the drama, and while she was immersed, Chi Yan came over with a glass of water.
"This milk tea, when I made it just now, I added too much sugar. It might be a bit too sweet. If you find it cloying, you can drink this glass of water. It’s also sweet, but not as overwhelming," said Chi Yan, a man both rational and calm.
And so, as soon as he was out of Su Yinhe’s line of sight, he quickly calmed down.
Becoming even more restrained.
Simply a man of restraint.
At this point, Su Yinhe was completely absorbed in the plot. When she heard Chi Yan’s words, she barely reacted, simply reaching out to take the glass of water he had brought over and drinking it.
Hmm.
Sweet water.
Gone.
After taking a sip, Su Yinhe put the glass back.
It was sweet; quite pleasant.
But all her focus was on the drama.
She was here to watch the drama.
Su Yinhe acting this way didn’t anger Chi Yan.
Her behavior, in fact, made things convenient for him.
Chi Yan watched her, and his gaze wasn’t as restrained as it had been before.
Now that she was so focused on the show, he didn’t have to be as self-restrained as before. He could allow himself a bit... of indulgence.
Only a little, though, not too much.
Because Galaxy was quite perceptive.
Being too indulgent would give it away.
He definitely didn’t want her discovering too much, knowing too much.
If she knew too much, she would be scared; what if she ran away then?
He could certainly bring her back, but he didn’t want her to be afraid of him.
All she needed to do was like him.
Nothing else.
"Would you like some fruit?" Chi Yan indulged himself just a bit this way, staring at her for several minutes before asking.
There were plenty of snacks here, but they were missing fruit.
Compared to snacks, he’d rather she ate fruit.
Fruit was much healthier than snacks.
"Ah, sure," said Su Yinhe, still lost in the show, agreeing absent-mindedly.
"Okay, then I’ll go cut some for you," Chi Yan admitted that, in fact, he was once again struggling to restrain himself.
It was just another excuse to cool off.
He truly was about to give in.
Truly, in such a devastating way.
Chi Yan sliced the fruit, all the while keeping himself cool.
The fruits he cut were all very pretty.
Just like him.
"Brother Chi, what are you doing? Cutting fruit? Is it for me?" Lin Murong, who was wandering around, stumbled upon Chi Yan slicing fruit.
Fruit, huh.
He definitely wanted some.
"No," Chi Yan rejected him coldly.
"Hey. We’re good brothers, why so cold? There’s so much fruit; what’s wrong with me having some?" Lin Murong was very dissatisfied.
"There’s plenty of fruit; get your own," Chi Yan certainly wasn’t short of fruit.
"I don’t want these unwashed, unpeeled ones. I want what you’re holding in your hand..." Lin Murong’s gaze towards him grew pleading.
"Lin Murong, you have a mouth, use it properly. If you don’t like it, I can sew it up for you." His sewing skills weren’t much to write home about, but they were enough to sew Lin Murong’s mouth shut if necessary.
At Chi Yan’s words, Lin Murong instantly covered his mouth.
"Brother Chi, why so fierce?" He was genuinely scared. "I just wanted some of the fruit you’ve cut..." Lin Murong’s voice got quieter and quieter under Chi Yan’s deadly stare and eventually faded away.
With no sound coming from him, Chi Yan was satisfied and walked away with the cut fruit.
As soon as Chi Yan left, Lin Murong started stomping his foot.
Angry, so angry.
What did he do wrong? He just wanted some fruit, just some fruit! And Chi Yan even threatened him over it.
Chi Yan, this stingy bugger, was just too stingy.
Really was.
Hmph.
He would wash and cut his own, just a fruit platter.
Look at Chi Yan being smug.
As if he couldn’t do the same.
Murong felt this way, but...
He washed a piece of fruit and couldn’t help but eat one, washed another, and ate another, washed and ate, washed and ate...
Sometimes with certain fruits, like grapes, he’d wash the whole bunch and then eat the whole bunch...
He had wanted to make a fruit plate, but as he washed, he ended up just getting full.
Who needs a damn fruit plate anyway.
He was so full it was time for a walk to aid digestion.
No digestive tablets left.
If he went to Chi Yan now, he’d definitely be turned down, no choice but to rely on a stroll.
A little walk and the bloating would subside.
Hmm...
Forget about the fruit plate.
In the end, it’s all going to the stomach, the presentation isn’t important.
Really not important.
Because it all comes out the same.
Murong started his stroll.
He truly had eaten himself full of fruit.
Chi Yan washed and cut the fruit, and the amount he prepared was quite significant, ending up as a small fruit plate; he had a general idea of Su Yinhe’s appetite.
The fruit plate he prepared for Su Yinhe was just perfect—enough for her to enjoy but not so much that she would feel stuffed.
He didn’t want to make Su Yinhe eat too much.
If Su Yinhe ate too much, the heartache would be on him.
He would feel pained.
The fruit plate was beautiful.
After all, it was Chi Yan’s work, and his plating was always beautiful; he liked to do everything nicely.
Exquisite.
Yet, such a pretty fruit plate hardly caught Su Yinhe’s attention.
She was at the climax of the drama she was watching, and although she was aware that Chi Yan had come back with the fruit plate, she didn’t spare it much of a glance for the moment.
Chi Yan didn’t mind whether she looked or appreciated.
He just sat beside her and started feeding her with a skewer.
Su Yinhe was indeed enjoying the service of a male model.
Hmm...
Chi Yan was good-looking and had a great body. Why not consider him a male model?
If he became a model, he’d definitely be top-tier.
As Su Yinhe kept watching her show, Chi Yan fed her whatever she wanted.
She looked particularly obedient.
So obedient.
Really quite obedient.
As Chi Yan fed her, the look in his eyes started to get a bit odd again.
He felt like he was somewhat perverted.
He was sure to keep it hidden, definitely not letting Galaxy find out.
After all, he was genuinely worried that she would be scared.
He didn’t want her to be scared of him, not even a tiny bit.
He wanted her to like him, to love him.
Any hint of fear, and he would be upset.
And if he got upset, he would only have Murong to punch out his frustrations.
But there’s only one Murong, and sooner or later, after enough punches, there’d be none left, a consumable.
And right now, a replacement hadn’t been found.
He didn’t want to use up Murong too quickly.
Better to make it last.
"Don’t just keep feeding me, you eat too," Su Yinhe urged.
With that one sentence, Su Yinhe pulled Chi Yan’s messy thoughts back together.
"Alright, I’ll eat too," Chi Yan said, smiling at her.
Even though she wasn’t watching.
Chi Yan bit into a slice of honeydew melon, and the thought that it was on the same skewer gave him a secret thrill.
Despite having kissed her many times already, such a trivial thing still excited him.
He might really be quite sick.
But he couldn’t help it.
He was not a very normal person to begin with, and meeting her had made him even less so.