Chapter 17
No way... Yan Huai was shocked. It must be that the bowl of mushroom fried rice he was eating was not cooked, otherwise why would some strange images flash through his mind.
It was already five o'clock after dinner and it was getting dark.
Xige and Du Yang were about to leave in their SUV and were about to give the two girls a ride.
Shang Zhier and Yan Huai could only take the same car. The shop owner took the order and sent them to the city for 100 yuan.
"Do we have to start work tomorrow?" Shang Zhier asked casually.
Yan Huai buried his chin in his scarf, "I want to rest for another week and start work later."
"Is it time to join the crew? Is this the script I chose last time?" Shang Zhier lowered the car window to let the cool air blow away the stuffy heat from the warm air-conditioning in the room.
"Yeah." Yan Huai closed his eyes and did not reply.
The car stopped in a sparsely populated area. Yan Huai lowered his cap, put on a mask, and stood by the roadside waiting for Ye Xiaoming to drive over to pick him up. Shang Zhier didn't leave either, sitting next to him on a chair and waiting with him.
Yan Huai started to chase people away: "My agent will be here soon, you don't have to wait with me."
"Well," Shang Zhier said, "Is it a black car?"
"How do you know?" Yan Huai was surprised. Ye Xiaoming specially changed a new car to pick him up so as not to be photographed.
Shang Zhier smiled and said, "I know the license plate number. Go quickly, the hazard lights are on over there."
Yan Huai turned around and saw Ye Xiaoming had already parked his car on the other side of the road.
He stood up, and Shang Zhier whispered in his ear, "Yan Huai, what were you doing in your sleeping bag next to me when I fell asleep that night?"
Yan Huai stared at Shang Zhier's eyes in shock and astonishment. He knew that he had heard it that night.
All of a sudden, all kinds of embarrassment and shame surged into Yan Huai's heart. He ran away with his bag on his back, his face red, and got into the black car.
Ye Xiaoming started the car, and Yan Huai stared at Shang Zhier who was standing across the street. He became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a small black dot.
"Hey," Ye Xiaoming glanced at the rearview mirror, "Wasn't that Shang Zhier just now? Why are you involved with him again?"
Yan Huai got nervous when he heard the word "go" and interrupted quickly: "Who did it with him? It was just a coincidence! I didn't even know he was going there."
"Okay, okay, okay," Ye Xiaoming responded, "Just focus. You'll be joining the crew after a week of rest."
"I understand." Yan Huai was a little angry and embarrassed, and lay down on the back seat.
Shang Zhier didn't fall asleep that night, so did he hear everything?
Shang Zhier was awakened by a rapid knock on the door during breakfast. He stood up barefoot and opened the door: "Who is it?"
When I opened my eyes, I saw Yan Huai standing there fully armed, with a hat, mask and sunglasses.
Shang Zhier thought he was still asleep and was about to close the door when Yan Huai slipped into his house through the gap.
"You..." Shang Zhier tried to organize his words, "Why are you here?"
Yan Huai threw all the restraints on the mask onto the table and slashed his palm across his neck: "Murder to silence him."
Shang Zhier chuckled and covered his hand: "Can you bear it?"
Yan Huai pulled his hand back and lay on the sofa when he touched two soft things. He turned around and saw that they were two kittens, one black and one white.
"Meow." The cat rolled over and turned over its belly, allowing him to knead it.
"You also have cats?" Yan Huai grabbed two cats. He originally wanted to have a cat or a dog, but there was no one to take care of them. His parents settled abroad, and he was very busy.
Shang Zhier was washing up in the bathroom when he heard the voice reply, "Yeah, very good and doesn't bite."
Yan Huai pinched the cat's paw and asked, "What's your name?"
"Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai." Shang Zhier came out of the bathroom.
"So casual?" Yan Huai asked.
Shang Zhier took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and poured a glass of warm water for Yan Huai from the water dispenser. "So what do you think should be the names? One is Yanyan and the other is Huaihuai?"
Yan Huai ignored him, his ears red as he played with the two cats. He muttered to himself, "Didn't you say you liked me? Then tell me, tell me, and I might agree."
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Shang Zhier leaned on the sofa, and Xiao Hei quietly ran over and lay on his legs.
Yeah, what's the matter.
Yan Huai himself didn't understand why he asked Tao Ning for the address, why he rushed over so early in the morning, and why he stayed there and refused to leave.
He just came here on impulse, and he felt that if he didn't seize the opportunity, then it would really be over.
But if he was asked to speak first, he couldn't do it.
They tortured each other back and forth like this, enduring and grinding.
Shang Zhier didn't force him. He took out his phone and looked at the food delivery app and asked, "What do you want for lunch? I can't cook, so let's order takeout."
"I'll cook, I can." Yan Huai buried his face in Xiaobai's belly.
Shang Zhishi paused, "Okay."
Finally, he ordered a lot of food to be delivered to his door. Shang Zhier picked up the bag and closed the door.
Shang Zhier was washing and peeling potatoes.
Yan Huai took the processed potatoes and started to cut them into pieces, but he was distracted. "Hiss."
With a bang, the knife fell on the chopping board.
"What's wrong?" Shang Zhier turned around and saw Yan Huai's index finger was cut and blood was flowing out.
Yan Huai tore off a few napkins and said, "It's okay, just put on..."
Before he could finish his words, Shang Zhier lowered his head and took his index finger in his mouth, "Does it hurt?"
Yan Huai just felt his head burning. He took the Band-Aid from Shang Zhier's hand and stumbled into the bathroom.
Yan Huai leaned against the door. What was he doing? What was the meaning of their relationship?
When he came out of the bathroom, Shang Zhier had already cut all the necessary ingredients. The cuts were crooked, but still edible.
After a busy period in the kitchen, four dishes were out of the pot, looking tempting and mouth-watering.
"Is it delicious?" Yan Huai washed his hands, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Shang Zhier put down his chopsticks, and his fingertips touched the back of Yan Huai's wet hand. He blinked and said softly, "This is the most delicious dish I have ever eaten."
Yan Huai got goose bumps all over his body from being touched by his fingertips. Yan Huai thought, Shang Zhier has eaten everything, why is he saying that the food he cooked is delicious here to please him?
Shang Zhier seemed to see through his inner thoughts. He rubbed circles in his palm with his fingers while staring at him and said, "It's really delicious. I'm not trying to make you happy."
Yan Huai nodded and ate in silence.
After dinner, Shang Zhier put the dishes into the dishwasher. He leaned against the door, lowered his head and watched Yan Huai feeding cat food to the two cats. His figure was so beautiful and moving.
The two of them played a two-player game in the living room, holding the controllers and jumping around following the levels on the projector. They played and had fun until night fell.
Shang Zhier was about to ask the family driver to take Yan Huai home, but Yan Huai lay on the carpet and showed no intention of leaving.
"Not going back?" Shang Zhier teased him.
Yan Huai nodded, "Your house is so big."
Are you afraid of living alone? Do you want me to accompany you?
Yan Huai was too embarrassed to say the remaining two sentences. It was too embarrassing.
Shang Zhier hugged Xiao Hei and said, "There's no toothbrush, pajamas, or change of clothes."
"Just wear yours." Yan Huai said indifferently.
Seeing that he really had no intention of going back, Shang Zhier squatted down and asked, "Really not going back?"
"Why, do you have an appointment tonight?" Yan Huai said, "I'll leave if I have one."
He stood up and was about to leave, but Shang Zhier grabbed his wrist helplessly, "How could I possibly have someone else?"
Yan Huai put his hands on his hips and started ordering people around: "Pyjamas, toothbrushes."
Shang Zhier found him a new toothbrush and towel in the bathroom, and handed him a set of silk pajamas. "These pajamas are mine. If you mind, you can wear a new bathrobe."
Yan Huai took it away and said, "What's the big deal?"
The bathroom door closed, and soon the sound of running water filled the air. Shang Zhier stared at the blurry glass door and the figure inside, and swallowed. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have installed such a transparent bathroom door.
He turned around, opened the door to the guest room, changed all four sets of bedding and threw them into the washing machine.
Yan Huai was wiping his hair with a towel, and he didn't button his shirt properly, revealing a large area of his collarbone and pectoral muscles. Water droplets were dripping down his collarbone, which was very sexy.
Shang Zhier pointed to the guest room and said, "The bed is made. I'm going to take a shower."
Yan Huai nodded, casually hung the towel on the clothes hanger, and lay down on the soft big bed in the guest room. He lay on the bed, flipping through the online posts and studying them one by one.
Half an hour later, Shang Zhier brought in a cup of hot water.
"If you're hungry tonight, there are cherries and strawberries in the refrigerator," Shang Zhier placed the water cup on the bedside table. "The air conditioner remote control is in the drawer."
Shang Zhier stood up and wanted to leave, but Yan Huai suddenly said, "Can you chat with me for a while? I can't sleep."
"Okay." Shang Zhier lay down on the bed and looked up at the fluorescent star stickers on the ceiling with him.
Yan Huai was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He thought, just say it, just confess your feelings.
"Do you have anything to say?" Yan Huai turned his head and hinted wildly.
Shang Zhier was a little puzzled and said calmly, "It seems not."
I won’t tell you, it will make you anxious to death.
Yan Huai quickly reviewed the post he had just absorbed in his mind, applying what he had learned immediately. He reached out and placed his palm in Shang Zhier's palm, "Wow, your hands are so big."
"Yeah," Shang Zhier nodded, "Maybe because I'm tall, my hands are bigger."
Yan Huai’s teeth were about to break, brother, take this, damn it.
If one plan fails, try another. There is always one strategy among the thirty-six strategies that Yan Huai can use.
He leaned closer to Shang Zhier's chest and sniffed at his collar: "You smell nice, not like shower gel, but body fragrance."
"Really?" Shang Zhi played with his hair with his fingers. "It smells good, smell it more."
Yan Huai was glad that the lights were not turned on, otherwise his face, which was as red as a monkey's butt, would be exposed in front of Shang Zhier. Shang Zhier was really... repressed and shy.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, Yan Huai was puzzled.
Why haven't you confessed yet? According to the general plot and what is said online, at this moment when the mood is right, shouldn't you say something like "I like you"?
"Shang Zhier," Yan Huai asked, "Do you have any favorites?"
Shang Zhier played dumb: "Yes."
Yan Huai's heart was lifted with excitement.
"Little Black and Little White like it very much."
Yan Huai's heart sank again.
Yan Huai: ...
He couldn't help laughing out loud. People really laugh when they are speechless.
"What do you want me to say?" Shang Zhier loosened his grip. "It seems like you're not satisfied with any of these answers."
"No, I'm very satisfied." Yan Huai smiled fakely.
Shang Zhier reached out and gently touched his lips. "Big star, not only does your breathing sound beautiful, but your technique is also very skillful. I am very satisfied."
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