This was the last plate he washed.
Shang Yan didn't feel happy at all; the corners of his mouth drooped down.
The plate was washed extremely slowly, even meticulously, wiping it twenty times on each side.
"[019, tell me, why didn't you stop me?]" He remembered everything he had just said and done to Zhou Ping.
[I told you, but you wouldn't listen. You were practically ready to kiss him. What could I do?] 019 Reject Slander.
Shang Yan panicked. He had just said he would let Zhou Ping kiss him after he finished washing the dishes. What should he do now?
He absolutely dared not finish washing the last plate.
[He and I are brothers, why didn't you remind me? How can brothers call each other "wife"?] The key point is that he not only called her "wife," but also "husband."
Shang Yan wanted to hang himself right there the moment he opened his eyes.
[Zhou Ping said you two are brothers, but you still eagerly went for it, didn't you?] 019 said it wouldn't make a fool of itself in this situation.
[...], Shang Yan's eyes darted around, and he found a very long towel.
The door clicked open after he put the towel around his neck.
Zhou Ping opened the door and looked in, just in time to see Shang Yan trying to strangle himself with a towel.
He frowned, stepped forward, and grabbed Shang Yan's hand. "What are you doing?"
Zhou Ping frowned as he looked at the red marks on Shang Yan's neck, trying to pry Shang Yan's hand holding the towel off.
His voice was extremely intimidating. His tall figure was close to Shang Yan's back. He forcefully pulled Shang Yan's hand away from the towel, took the towel away, and stared intently at him.
She was afraid he would do something to hurt her again.
"..." Shang Yan stiffened, somewhat hesitant to speak.
What should he say? Should he say he wants to hang himself here?
That doesn't seem right... If we say that, my third uncle will kick him out, and how will he ever come back?
"Um... the dishes are washed," Shang Yan stammered, trying to find a topic to talk about. "I..."
Thinking about what he had done before, Shang Yan's face turned bright red with embarrassment. "Give me a break, I'm sick..."
He lowered his head slightly, like a child who had made a mistake and wanted to confess his sins.
Brother, I really didn't mean it before.
It was quiet; the kitchen was very quiet.
It was so quiet that Shang Yan could only hear his own heartbeat.
Shang Yan waited for a long time but still didn't receive a response, so he looked up slightly, somewhat puzzled.
A slightly warm touch traveled from his cheek to the corner of his mouth as he slightly raised his head.
Shang Yan didn't realize what it was, stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it, and then... he turned his head in shock.
Zhou Ping turned around, opened the door, closed it, and left in one smooth motion, even faster than him!
Shang Yan placed the last washed, shiny white plate into the sterilizer, and then walked out of the kitchen almost simultaneously.
I licked my lips; there was a sweet taste.
"I was just kissed." Zhou Ping's movements were so gentle that he wouldn't have noticed it at all if he hadn't slightly raised his head.
[Host, you seem quite calm?] After all, 019 is an abstract person with a mental illness, so he thinks it's pretty normal.
"Why did he kiss me? Aren't we brothers?" Shang Yan hesitated, then looked around after leaving the kitchen, but didn't see that familiar figure.
019 was somewhat shocked. "Didn't you want him to kiss you? Why are you unhappy now?"
"Can brothers kiss?" Shang Yan's mind had completely shut down. He walked awkwardly to a table and sat down. His mind was a complete mess, and he didn't know what he was saying to 019 anymore.
Seeing that he didn't look well, and fearing he was having another attack, 019 quickly said, "What's the big deal? I've seen plenty of kisses!"
I'll get you a few ebooks to read; you'll see how normal this is!
"Really? Let me see." Shang Yan felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
[The package.] 019 sent over the e-books that her good friend 021 had been reading recently.
Shang Yan looked at the titles of the two books and something just didn't seem right.
He couldn't help but exclaim, "No, is this right?"
Sweet Temptation, Bro, You Smell So Good!
Trapped by Bad Deeds, Yandere, Don't Run Away!
These two things don't seem right at all. He may not have read many books, but he's not stupid.
"Are you kidding me? This book title sounds weird. I'm not stupid, I'm sick in the head," Shang Yan finally couldn't hold back anymore.
"Anyway, you're just killing time anyway, why don't you take a look to pass the time?" 019 neither admitted nor denied it, fearing that Shang Yan would fall ill, and changed the subject.
What it said made a lot of sense. Shang Yan looked around again, but still couldn't see Zhou Ping.
He simply turned on the electronic screen, but he wouldn't read the two books with strange titles that 019 had found for him. Instead, Shang Yan went to read the two books he hadn't finished reading before, which were meant to enhance their relationship.
He read it very carefully, and even clicked on the blue electronic screen in front of him when he turned the page.
This scene looked quite strange to those around them.
What's that boy sitting over there doing?
"I don't know, maybe it's a new type of... abstraction method?"
The abstract Shangyan was already immersed in the ocean of knowledge, completely oblivious to what others were saying.
A gaze came from the corner of the stairs leading to the second floor. Seeing Shang Yan engrossed in his own world, Zhou Ping, who was hiding there, breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems Shang Yan hasn't fully regained consciousness yet. What happened just now...?
"Zhou Ping, what are you standing here for? The customers are waiting for their food." The busy third uncle saw Zhou Ping standing in the corner lost in thought. "What are you thinking about? Take Shang Yan home when you're done."
Shang Qingqian had told him before she left that she was worried that Shang Yan might run into trouble if he went alone, so it would be safer for Zhou Ping to see him off.
"The dishes in the kitchen are just cooked. Hurry up and take them to table number three," Uncle San urged.
Zhou Ping, who had been standing there, immediately snapped out of his daze. He blankly uttered an "oh," glanced at Shang Yan who was sitting in his seat intently looking at something, and then strode towards the kitchen.
The restaurant wasn't very busy. After serving the dishes, Zhou Ping was about to turn around and walk towards the counter when his sleeve was pulled.
"Aren't you done yet?" Shang Yan asked, who had been engrossed in reading.
However, he always seemed a little hesitant to look Zhou Ping in the eye when he spoke.
"Well, there won't be many customers by eight o'clock. Do you want to leave now?" After being pulled away, Zhou Ping stood at a distance, only glancing at Shang Yan's face briefly before looking away.
If Shang Yan were to look up now, he would see that Zhou Ping's ear tips had turned red when he looked at him.
Shang Yan shook his head. "Then I'll wait until the restaurant closes before I leave."
When Zhou Ping finishes his work, he can take him home.
"Okay." Seeing that Shang Yan had let go of his sleeve, Zhou Ping's eyes flickered, and he quickly left.
"What's going on between you two?" 019 asked, somewhat puzzled.
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