He wasn't this formal when Shang Yan came to his house before.
Why do we have to sleep on the floor now?
After making the bed, Shang Yan got up and sat on the spot. "I tend to move around a lot in my sleep, and I'm afraid I might accidentally press on your hand."
"...Actually, no." Zhou Ping was surprised that Shang Yan was concerned about him. He looked at his bed and then at Shang Yan, who was sitting obediently.
Why would he want Shang Yan to sleep in the same bed with him?
Zhou Ping didn't understand what was wrong with him either.
I seem to have been acting strangely ever since I had a dream yesterday.
He glanced down at Shang Yan, who was playing on his phone, but in the end said nothing more. He turned around, grabbed the clothes he had prepared, and left. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay," Shang Yan replied without looking up.
He recently found a new game and is now completely engrossed in it.
【Let me play for a while after you're done playing.】 Seeing how engrossed Shang Yan was in the game, 019 couldn't resist trying it too. System life was too boring, and it had already finished reading the book sent by its friend 021.
A fluffy little ball appeared out of nowhere and perched on Shang Yan's shoulder.
A small black hand poked Shang Yan's cheek. [I want to play too.]
"Then I'll give it to you after I finish this round," Shang Yan nodded in agreement. "However..."
Shang Yan suddenly stopped. The phone screen was frozen on the scene of the character's death. [019, did you use my phone to buy something?]
The little ball jiggled, then, hands on its hips with a defiant yet self-assured air, declared, "Yeah, I bought 'The Complete Collection of 100,000 Cold Jokes,' 'The Secret to Getting Rich Overnight,' and 'The Secrets of Men.' It only cost a tiny bit of money!"
Shang Yan, [?]
What kind of rubbish are these books?
【019, I think you're quite wise. Why did you buy these?】 Shang Yan exited the game interface, found the Pinduoduo app on his phone, and opened it to see that the three books had already been delivered to the courier station.
"I need to study some sales techniques and the secrets to getting rich. As for the last book, that's for you," 019 said, feigning profundity. "That last book was recommended by my good friend."
[021 said that everyone who has read that book says it's good.]
Shang Yan said, "...I'm a man myself, what use is this bullshit secret to me?"
Shang Yan felt that 019 was wasting money. After looking at the price of the book "Men's Secrets," he criticized it harshly, saying, "This book costs 53 yuan! Why don't the merchants just rob us?"
"I'll return it as soon as I get it tomorrow!" Shang Yan thought the book was completely useless.
019 snorted coldly, saying with a touch of arrogance, "You actually turned my feelings away? You'll regret it!"
What's there to regret? He's a man himself; does he even need to know this book?
Shang Yan handed the phone to the little round ball on his shoulder, saying, "Here, play with it. Remember to charge it after you're done, and don't waste money like that..."
"Okay, okay." 019 bumped into the phone screen with a thud, and the little black-lined hand moved to start playing a game.
Shang Yan squatted in front of the wardrobe and slowly rummaged through Zhou Ping's clothes.
His decision to stay today was somewhat hasty; he can't just go around naked after taking a shower, can he?
After rummaging through a pitifully small pile of clothes, Shang Yan found a light-colored shirt and pants and nodded in satisfaction.
These two garments were tucked to the bottom, suggesting that Zhou Ping didn't usually wear them.
"There are so few clothes..." Aside from shirts and long-sleeved shirts, turtlenecks... and hardly any shorts. Shang Yan muttered under his breath, "Looks like I'll have to take him to buy some when the imperial court issues the New Year's red envelopes..."
When they went to Cangnan City a few days ago, Zhou Ping bought him two sets of clothes, and Shang Yan still remembers it.
"What do you want to buy?" Zhou Ping asked, walking out of the bathroom with a dry towel, wiping his still-dripping hair.
When he arrived, he heard Shang Yan muttering something to himself, but he didn't quite catch it and assumed that Shang Yan had found something he wanted.
Shang Yan's hand trembled slightly as he held the pair of shorts. He turned around and looked up at Zhou Ping. "I noticed you don't have enough clothes, so I was thinking of taking you to buy some..."
“It’s enough, no need to buy more.” Zhou Ping picked up the hairdryer to dry his hair, but before he did, his gaze lingered on the clothes Shang Yan was holding for a few seconds. “There are clean towels in the bathroom.”
The hum of the hairdryer came from the air. Shang Yan responded and left with the clothes.
Shang Yan takes at least twenty minutes to shower. After drying his hair, Zhou Ping quickly changed his clothes, grabbed his phone, and climbed out the window.
After running to the retail store and buying two pairs of boxer shorts in Shang Yan's size, Zhou Ping paid and then ran back.
When Shang Yan came out of the bathroom, he saw Zhou Ping standing outside the door holding a pair of white boxer shorts that had been dried in the dryer.
"...What?" Shang Yan looked puzzled, his face flushed from the steam. "You're going to wash this...?"
Just as he was about to make way for Zhou Ping, Zhou Ping stuffed his boxer shorts into his hand.
"It's brand new, just washed and dried. Take off your clothes and I'll wash them for you," Zhou Ping said succinctly.
After taking the pair of boxer shorts, Shang Yan took a step back and asked a completely pointless question, "How did you know I was wearing the old ones?"
“…You didn’t bring it.” Zhou Ping’s gaze fell to Shang Yan’s waist.
That look was as if it was saying to Shang Yan, "Are you going to take your pants off? If not, I'll help you."
Shang Yan took another step back, his back pressed against the glass door of the bathroom, his other hand pressing down on the shorts he had just put on. "I'll change right away!"
He turned around, pushed the door open, went inside, and quickly closed it.
Zhou Ping stood quietly outside the door, waiting.
After playing two games, 019 put down his phone and looked up to see Zhou Ping'an standing quietly at the bathroom door, his eyes fixed on the glass door.
019 was startled. [Shang Yan seems to be taking a shower inside. What is Zhou Ping doing standing at the door...?]
After Shang Yan changed her clothes and came out, she felt a little embarrassed by Zhou Ping's stare and turned her head away. "You don't need to wash them. I can do these clothes myself. Didn't your hand hurt from being hit?"
Shang Yan felt that his conscience wouldn't allow him to do such a thing, even though he had hurt Zhou Ping's hand.
"I'm fine, I'll be better soon." Zhou Ping reached out and grabbed the clothes Shang Yan was holding. As he took the clothes to wash, he emphasized, "I'm really better."
As he said this, he glanced at his bed.
Shang Yan didn't notice anything amiss; he was simply happy that Zhou Ping was better.
019 is a different story.
019 ran onto Shang Yan's shoulder. "Can't you tell? He wants you to sleep with him!"
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