Chapter 114 Don't Extract Pheromones
Xie Chen had seen him eat other things before. Although Mu Yan was thin, he actually ate quite a lot, eating one bite after another like a little squirrel.
He wasn't so oblivious as to not be able to tell whether Mu Yan had an appetite or not.
"Is it that you don't have an appetite, or is the noodle dish not tasty? Don't eat it, how about I order you something else for takeout?"
Mu Yan initially thought he just wanted to have dinner with her, but when she noticed him staring at her, she was slightly taken aback.
He gently shook his head: "...No need, I don't have much of an appetite."
In fact, Mu Yan cares about his health more than anyone else. His mother had been sick, and he knows how precious health is.
Unlike omegas, betas can't directly measure pheromone compatibility. However, if Xie Chen's pheromones are highly compatible with his, his current uncomfortable symptoms should have improved significantly.
Xie Chen was clearly aware of this as well, and remained silent for a moment.
"I don't want other people's pheromones..." Mu Yan whispered before he could speak, "Maybe it's because I smelled seafood today, I might have an appetite if I eat something good tomorrow."
“…Okay,” Xie Chen nodded, “If you don’t want it, then you don’t want it. What do you want to eat tomorrow?”
This question seemed to have stumped Mu Yan. Xie Chen quickly realized that asking someone with an appetite what they wanted to eat was probably pointless. Fortunately, he roughly knew Mu Yan's tastes and wasn't completely clueless.
Would you like some more?
Mu Yan shook his head apologetically; he really couldn't eat anymore.
"If you can't eat, then don't. Go and rest. I originally prepared the master bedroom for you, but you can also see if there are any other rooms you like. The sheets have been changed, so I'll take care of tidying up here."
Despite having done so many things, Mu Yan was still not used to having someone who hadn't eaten clean up his dishes. But Xie Chen didn't give him a chance to refuse and quickly took his dishes and put them in the sink.
The master bedroom door was wide open and easy to find. The room faced south and was very spacious. My clothes were already hanging in the walk-in closet.
Mu Yan looked at the decorations in the room, slightly bewildered.
The style of this bedroom is completely out of place with the overall style of the house. In a house with almost no superfluous decorations, the master bedroom is filled with so many things that it is almost cluttered. If it weren't for the fact that the space is relatively large, you would think that someone was going to open a shop here.
There were displays, projectors, speakers, and some electronic devices that Mu Yan couldn't recognize, including at least four different types of game consoles.
The bay window was decorated with all sorts of cushions and dolls, a box full of snacks sat at the foot of the bed, and a guitar hung on the wall, though Mu Yan couldn't play it.
Xie Chen had just finished washing the dishes and came over: "I didn't know what you liked, so I just bought some things that a twenty-something would like. The game cartridges are in the box in the study, organized according to the game console."
"If you feel it's a bit messy, there are other rooms you can decorate yourself; they're all quite spacious. I don't have much of an aesthetic sense, so if you feel the living room or other areas are empty, you can add whatever you like..."
“It’s not chaotic,” Mu Yan said softly.
In fact, Mu Yan had thought many times about how he should decorate his own home in the future.
When he was in the crowded dormitory, when he was crammed into that small rented room of a few dozen square meters with Lu Chong, and when he lived in the single-story apartment that Shang Qiyue had prepared for him.
First of all, your room must have a large bed, unlike the beds in the town's dormitories where you almost fall off if you turn over even slightly.
The room shouldn't be too small. There should be a bedside table with a power outlet on it so you can charge your phone and use an electric blanket in winter.
There must be air conditioning, but the air conditioning cannot blow directly on the head of the bed. Mu Yan's first rented room was like that, and he woke up with a terrible headache after sleeping there for one night.
The house Xie Chen prepared for him... it seems, it seems like all of these things are met...
Although the room looked quite different from what Mu Yan had imagined, it was the kind of trendy room that would attract a lot of likes from young people if posted online.
"Wow..." Mu Yan wanted to express his admiration, but for a moment he couldn't find the right words. "So fashionable."
In fact, Mu Yan is already considered extremely unfashionable among her peers, but Xie Chen's daily outfits and behavior are even less like someone in their twenties than Mu Yan's.
His clothes are always dark and light gray-white, and he never wears watches or cufflinks, which are superfluous accessories. He is extremely simple, and even his profile picture on social media is the default one.
“You’re only twenty-four, what’s wrong with keeping up with the times?” Xie Chen smiled. “I posted online asking what guys in their twenties would want to put in their rooms if they didn’t have to worry about money and space. I’ve basically bought everything they mentioned, unless it’s really outrageous, and put it here.”
"Extremely outrageous?" Actually, four different models of game consoles were already outrageous enough. Mu Yan wanted to know just how outrageous the plan had to be for even Xie Chen to think it was not feasible.
"Well, they mentioned swings and stuff, but it would be too cramped in the room, so I put it on that little balcony where I don't need to hang clothes to dry. They also mentioned climbing walls, indoor slides, life-size Iron Man Hulkbuster armor, Kamen Rider transformation devices, Master Swords, and stuff like that... I don't know if you've seen these movies or played these games, so I figured you might not like them, and I didn't buy them yet."
These things are so outrageous that Mu Yan couldn't help but laugh. But when he thought about the conditions Xie Chen mentioned when he posted the message, Mu Yan felt that they were things that his college classmates might post.
Seeing him smile, Xie Chen smiled too. He reached out and ruffled Mu Yan's hair: "Go take a shower. Get some rest after you shower. Do you want me to stay here with you until you fall asleep, or should I extract some of my pheromones for you?"
"Don't take my pheromones," Mu Yan said instinctively.
"...It will hurt a lot, I've heard that."
Xie Chen stared at him intently, his gaze lingering on him for a moment.
It was probably a dozen seconds, or maybe a minute. For some reason, when Mu Yan was alone with him, his perception of time seemed to become particularly weak.
"Okay, then I'll come here to keep you company after I take a shower, until you fall asleep."
The shower gel Xie Chen prepared smelled wonderful, just like the scent he usually wore, a bit like the aroma of tea, light and fragrant.
Mu Yan has always liked to take a shower before bed, as if it washes away all the fatigue of the day.
When Mu Yan first started working after graduating from university, she was extremely busy. Every night, she would get home around 10:30 pm. After taking a shower, she would lie in bed, wrap herself in the blanket, and feel less tired. She could then get up and go to work the next day.
After Mu Yan finished showering, he couldn't find the hair dryer for a moment. He used a hair drying cap to dry the water droplets from his hair, intending to ask Xie Chen when he came over.
"Mu Yan," Xie Chen knocked on the master bedroom door at that moment, "I think I forgot to put a hairdryer in your bathroom. Are you dressed? I'll come in as soon as you're dressed."
"Okay, I'm dressed. Thank you..."
"No trouble at all," Xie Chen said as he pushed the door open and entered, not forgetting to retort.
Then Xie Chen drying his hair seemed to become a matter of course. When Mu Yan reached out to take the hair dryer, Xie Chen didn't give it to him. He just told him to sit down on the edge of the bed and then plugged in the hair dryer.
The hairdryer is very quiet and the airflow doesn't seem strong. I don't think it will burn my head even if I keep blowing it on one spot.
The wind was always warm, and Xie Chen's fingertips were a little cooler than the wind. Occasionally, they brushed against his scalp and behind his ears, which felt very comfortable.
Lin Yi doesn't seem to have ever blow-dried her hair before, Mu Yan thought to himself for no reason.
Even if one day she has a change of heart and wants to go and tell Lin Yi, he will probably look at her with surprise and ask if she is possessed by a ghost.
Why is Xie Chen always so good to me? Is it because he pities me, or does he feel guilty and think that Xie Chen stole my mother?
But that's clearly not true.
Mu Yan wanted Xie Chen to stop being so good to her, but everyone has their flaws, and after thinking about it, Mu Yan felt... a little reluctant.
Perhaps it's because, apart from Lin Yi and Mu Juanhua, very few people treat him so unconditionally well. Having another family member... what's wrong with that?
"Maybe I'm of some use to him," Mu Yan would comfort himself.
"I've prepared the shampoo I usually use for you, but I've heard that different hair types might not suit everyone. I don't really know much about these things, so I asked my sister, and she said that dry and oily hair types might need different shampoos..."
"...Mu Yan?"
Xie Chen seemed to have just said something, but Mu Yan was in a daze and didn't notice him talking, so she quietly said "Ah".
"Are you sleepy?" Xie Chen asked. "You'll be done playing soon."
Xie Chen usually only blow-dries his own hair until it's half-dry and not dripping wet. Knowing he's rough, he was extra careful when blow-drying Mu Yan's hair. He didn't expect it to take so long that Mu Yan was getting sleepy.
"I'm not sleepy, no... I was just spacing out."
"You only daydream when you're sleepy." Xie Chen chuckled softly, touched Mu Yan's hair roots to make sure it was dry. "When you're sleepy in class, don't you first start daydreaming, and then your eyelids start drooping?"
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