Seeing her son so happy was a rare treat, and after Shang Yan's persistent coaxing, Shen Yu finally relented on the other end of the phone.
"Then don't cause trouble for Zhou Ping's family. Be good. Your sister will pick you up tomorrow." Although she had agreed, Shen Yu still couldn't help but give her some instructions.
"Okay, okay, I'm hanging up now," Shang Yan said with a smile before hanging up the phone.
He turned to look at Zhou Ping, who was standing by the bed, and patted Zhou Ping's hand that was holding his waist.
"Brother, how about we sleep side by side tonight?"
Zhou Ping:......
Zhou Ping withdrew his hand and sighed heavily. "Are you really going to sleep here?"
"Otherwise, am I supposed to go out and sleep on the streets?" Shang Yan asked Zhou Ping nervously.
Is he going to be kicked out?
"I probably won't be able to keep you company for a while; I have to go to the retail store later." Zhou Ping hadn't forgotten his work; he still had to go to the retail store in the dark to stock up on goods.
Shang Yan wasn't disappointed when he heard this. Instead, he picked up his phone and lay on the bed playing with it. "Then go ahead. I'll wait for you to come back tonight."
At this point, Shang Yan opened the small green message and transferred thirty yuan to Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping looked at the transfer and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why did you transfer money to me?"
"Go to the retail store and buy me a toothbrush and a toothbrush cup, then bring them back so I can brush my teeth when you get home tonight." Shang Yan nudged him, "Hurry up and get it, don't you want to buy it for me?"
"How about we share one?" Although it wasn't a big deal for him not to brush his teeth for one night, it still felt a bit strange.
Even when Shang Yan was in the Sunshine Mental Hospital, she washed and groomed herself on time every day, and she was very clean.
"I'll bring it to you when I get back from work." Zhou Ping turned off his phone and put it aside. It wouldn't cost that much for a toothbrush.
We can just have Meng Xiang deduct it from his salary.
"...Mmm." Shang Yan responded with a big smile, then leaned over and patted Zhou Ping on the shoulder. "Good brother, you're really good to me!"
Zhou Ping coughed lightly and gave a faint "hmm".
"Do you have to change your clothes when you go to the retail store?" Shang Yan asked, feeling a bit bored after stopping his phone. He rolled around on the bed.
Zhou Ping nodded slightly upon hearing this. Seeing that Shang Yan had rolled the originally smooth bed into wrinkles, he sighed softly, reached out and pulled the blankets along the edge of the bed to smooth them out before putting his hand down.
"I changed my clothes at the store," she explained to Shang Yan.
"Oh... Zhou Ping, where is your bathroom? I'll go take a shower later," Shang Yan quickly asked before Zhou Ping left.
He then sprang to his feet in a somersault.
“It’s next door, you can use mine.” Zhou Ping saw Shang Yan get out of bed and led him towards the door. He pointed to the bathroom next door, turned on the light, and pointed to the white bath towel hanging on the rack. “That’s mine, you can use mine later.”
After saying that, he added, "Use the rest as you like."
Thinking that Shang Yan's illness had not yet recovered, Zhou Ping couldn't help but ask again, "Do you know how to use it?"
"Why wouldn't I know how?" Shang Yan asked, hands on his hips. He was just sick, not stupid, but he couldn't help but ask back, "If I don't know how to use it, are you going to wash it for me?"
Zhou Ping froze on the spot, stunned by his question.
"I can teach you how to use it," Zhou Ping said after a long pause, offering a reasonable and unambiguous method.
The idea of giving his own brother a bath was a bit strange, and Zhou Ping felt he couldn't agree to it.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Ping took it seriously. Shang Yan scratched his head and said, "Actually, I can do it myself. I can."
"Okay," Zhou Ping said, still a little uneasy. "Shall I teach you once?"
"It really will!" Shang Yan emphasized, but Zhou Ping sometimes seemed not to hear what he was saying.
“…Look, turn this on to the left, then there’s hot water, and the right side is cold water.” Zhou Ping reached out and pressed the shower head switch, then pointed to the shower gel next to him, “I’ll use this, this is all I have. If you need something else, I’ll bring it back for you tonight.”
He explained things in great detail. When talking to Shang Yan, Zhou Ping, who was usually taciturn, would always find himself talking more.
I was afraid that if I didn't mention it, Shang Yan would mess it up.
"Then I'll just use the one you're using." Shang Yan glanced at the bottle of shower gel; it smelled like avocado. No wonder he could smell a fresh scent every time he got close to Zhou Ping.
He's not too particular about these things; as long as it's clean and smells nice, that's fine.
Seeing that Shang Yan was really listening attentively, Zhou Ping slowly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Okay."
“It’s almost time, I should go…” He ran to his third uncle’s room and told his uncle, who was still awake, that Shang Yan would be staying there that day.
After that, Zhou Ping climbed out of his window and walked toward the retailers not far away.
Shang Yan went into the bathroom and started washing up.
He showered quickly, afraid of disturbing his third uncle on the other side of the second floor. When he came out, he tiptoed into Zhou Ping's room wrapped in a bath towel like a thief.
【Host, are you a thief?】, 019 silently watched Shang Yan rummage through Zhou Ping's wardrobe.
"We're about to share a bed, so what's wrong with me looking through his closet for a couple of clothes?" Shang Yan said, though her argument was unconvincing.
He didn't bring any change of clothes, so he had to wear Zhou Ping's.
When I opened the wardrobe, I was surprised to find that it was full of long-sleeved shirts, not a single short-sleeved one.
It's summer now, and it gets very hot at night.
Zhou Ping's wardrobe contains very few clothes, and the styles are very limited, with dark long gowns and shirts making up the majority, mostly in black.
019 is a bit strange. [It's summer now, and he wears a long shirt every day in this sweltering heat. Doesn't he get hot?]
"Hmm... I think I should know something." Shang Yan picked out a black shirt, held it up against himself, found it looked pretty good, and put it on.
The cuffs were a bit long, so he rolled them up.
It was so hot that Shang Yan only buttoned up two buttons on his shirt, revealing a large expanse of his fair chest. Looking further down, one could vaguely see the outline of his beautiful abdominal muscles.
[Zhou Ping always seems to button his shirt all the way up, doesn't he feel stuffy?] 019 suddenly realized this at that moment.
"[...Have you forgotten?]" Shang Yan rummaged through the closet for a long time before finally finding a pair of dark brown shorts that reached just to his knees when he put them on.
Now I'm all dressed, no more feeling empty wrapped in a bath towel.
Shang Yan buried himself in tidying up the wardrobe he had messed up, and chatted with 019 in the process.
"He's suffered quite a few injuries before," Shang Yan said slowly to 019. "Those beastly parents beat him a lot back then."
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