Buying groceries and driving a sports car

Xiao Jin's arm was around his waist, carrying the languor of someone just awakened and a certain undisguised possessiveness. Lu Zhian's body stiffened, even his breathing became extremely soft, until he felt the force around his waist loosen slightly.

Hearing a rustling sound behind him, Xiao Jin nimbly rolled out of bed and walked steadily toward the bathroom.

Before long, the faint sound of dripping water could be heard through the door.

Only then did Lu Zhian let out a long, silent sigh of relief, as if he had been freed from a spell.

He remained lying on his side, listening to the continuous sound of water, and wondered to himself: He's been washing for so long... what is he doing in there?

After the sound of water stopped and a while later, the bathroom door opened, and Xiao Jin emerged, carrying an even stronger smell of humidity and the fresh scent of shower gel. He had changed into a clean set of black work pants and a tight-fitting T-shirt, his hair was half-dry, with a few strands casually falling across his forehead, softening his usual sharp features and giving him a more relaxed, homey look.

He immediately saw Lu Zhian sprawled on the bed, his eyes vacant, seemingly lost in thought.

"Go wash up when you wake up," Xiao Jin said as he wiped the water droplets from his neck with a towel and walked toward the open kitchen, speaking as naturally as if he were talking to his roommate. "Come over for breakfast later."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhian scrambled to his feet, and as he moved, his oversized T-shirt slipped down one shoulder.

As he passed through the kitchen area, he saw Xiao Jin with his back to him, skillfully cracking eggs. Something seemed to be frying in the pan, and the aroma was already spreading.

After a quick wash, breakfast was already laid out on the small table: a golden-brown sunny-side-up egg, perfectly toasted bread, and a small dish of sliced ​​fruit. Xiao Jin's culinary skills were once again proven—simple yet delicious. Lu Zhian ate silently, and the resentment he felt from being "kidnapped" seemed to dissipate considerably in the face of the delicious food.

Xiao Jin ate quickly, then got up, grabbed a coat as if preparing to leave, leaving only the words, "Make yourself at home."

There was nothing urgent to do over the weekend. Lu Zhian checked the time, then looked at the warehouse that filled him with a sense of novelty, and inexplicably felt less in a hurry to go back.

He curled up on the sofa and played on his phone for a while, looking at Xiao Jin's tools and blueprints that he couldn't understand. Before he knew it, it was noon.

When Xiao Jin returned, he saw Lu Zhian still obediently staying in the same spot. He didn't ask anything, and went straight into the kitchen to start preparing lunch.

So, Lu Zhian naturally got to freeload another lunch. This time the dishes were more plentiful, and Xiao Jin even made a simple soup. Lu Zhian ate to his heart's content, almost forgetting the fact that he had been "kidnapped".

After the meal, watching Xiao Jin clear the dishes, he finally felt too embarrassed to stay any longer. He touched his nose and said, "Um... thank you for taking me in and for the food. I... I'm going back now."

"I'm going out." Xiao Jin wiped his hands, casually draped the towel over the back of the chair, and announced in a normal tone.

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhian immediately seized the opportunity: "Then... could you give me a ride back to school on your way?"

“No,” Xiao Jin refused decisively, picking up the car keys on the table. “You’re coming with me to buy groceries.”

Having eaten three meals and slept in their bed, Lu Zhian had no reason to refuse this not-so-excessive request, so he swallowed his words, "I want to go back," and silently followed.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jin didn't ride his cool motorcycle. Instead, he took him to the garage area on the other side of the warehouse, pressed the remote control, and a sports car with sleek lines and an understated design, but whose value was immediately apparent, lit up its headlights.

Lu Zhian silently got into the passenger seat, and as he fastened his seatbelt, he couldn't help but mutter to himself: Is this the world of the rich? Driving a sports car to buy groceries…