Chi Yan unwrapped the mango cake that Su Yinhe had given him with a heart filled with nothing but pure devotion.
He even took out the last of his hand-ground coffee.
Lin Murong was there too, watching Chi Yan go through an entire series of preparations just for the cake.
Including, but not limited to, taking a bath, washing his hair, changing his clothes, cleaning for hygiene...
He didn't get it, why the need to mop the floor just for eating a cake.
Lin Murong often felt he was just too normal, while Chi Yan was way too abnormal.
Otherwise, why couldn't he understand Chi Yan's way of thinking at all?
It was just a cake, why make such a big deal out of it?
Chi Yan had now unwrapped the cake.
Damn, it smelled kinda nice.
A sweet fragrance wafted through the air, and Lin Murong swallowed his saliva. It wasn't that he wanted to eat the cake, it was just that the sweetness was a bit too much.
"When can we eat?" Lin Murong could hardly wait.
"No rush," Chi Yan said, wiping his hands with leisure.
He wiped his hands with a wet wipe.
After a moment of hesitation, he took out a new pack of wet wipes and tossed them to Lin Murong.
His meaning was clear.
He wanted Lin Murong to wipe his hands.
Lin Murong: "..."
Damn it, would this obsession with cleanliness ever end?
Lin Murong didn't really want to wipe his hands, but Chi Yan insisted, and the temptation of the mango cake was just too much.
It didn't take long for Lin Murong to give up resisting and obediently wipe his hands.
After wiping his hands, he waited for Chi Yan to divide the cake.
Chi Yan took out a cake-cutting knife from the storage space, hesitating for a long while as he cut.
This cake was so beautiful, he didn't want to divide it.
But...
The anticipation in Lin Murong's eyes was practically tangible; it'd be troublesome if he didn't cut it, wouldn't it?
Thinking about Lin Murong's pestering ways, Chi Yan hesitated for a moment but still cut a small piece with the knife.
"Is this... for feeding ants?" Lin Murong was dumbfounded by the tiny piece of cake Chi Yan had cut.
You can't be this stingy as a human being, can you?
What was this cut supposed to be?
Cake?
It wasn't even as thick as the mango on top, was it?
How could Chi Yan possibly have the cheek to do this?
"This is for you," take it or leave it.
Chi Yan really hadn't wanted to share it at all; cutting just that small piece had pained him greatly.
"Chi Yan, don't be too miserly as a person, it's easy to end up in a sack," Lin Murong wanted to pat his shoulder but was nimbly dodged by Chi Yan.
"The last person who tried to put me in a sack broke three ribs and a foot," Chi Yan stated this fact coldly and objectively.
Lin Murong: "Broken ribs, even for a brother?"
"A brother gets a couple more ribs broken," Chi Yan was very cold.
Lin Murong: "..."
Forget it, forget it. There's no reasoning with abnormal people.
Lin Murong took the small piece of cake he'd been cut, biting into it with a sense of injustice.
Mmm!
So sweet! Lin Murong sped up his eating, but before he could savor more flavors, the cake was gone.
His eyes then locked onto the rest.
Chi Yan gave him one look and guarded the remaining cake with vigor.
Don't even think about it, Chi Yan's movements sent this one message clearly.
Then all Lin Murong could do was watch, eyes wide open, as Chi Yan alternated between sips of coffee and nibbles of the small cake.
One sweet, the other bitter.
Can't they contaminate each other?
Lin Murong didn't understand.
And he was greatly shocked.
"Does it taste good?" He had just eaten that mango cake, which was really awfully sweet, and as for this coffee... Just from the smell alone, he knew it must be very bitter.
"It's sweet, very delicious." Chi Yan was very satisfied, he hadn't had such delicious cake in a long time. It was a long-missed flavor.
Alright then.
He's definitely a weirdo, his kind of normal person couldn't understand.
Chi Yan finished the cake and the coffee. After finishing the coffee, he looked at the empty cup with heartache.
It was the last cup, where could he find such coffee again?
He feared he might have lost it forever.
"Brother Chi, looking at your expression, one would think your wife died." Lin Murong's words were shockingly blunt.
Then he was thrown out the door by Chi Yan.
"Hey! Chi Yan! You you you! You're going too far! How can you throw me out like trash? Chi Yan!" Lin Murong was furiously banging on the door outside.
Inside, all was silent.
Chi Yan had already put on earplugs and was preparing to rest.
As for the person outside, let him shout for as long as he liked.
Lin Murong banged on the door for quite a while, not waiting for Chi Yan to realize his mistake and open the door for him but instead waited for an uninvited guest.
"Lin Muxue? What are you doing here so late at night?"
"If you can come, why can't I?" Even at night, Lin Muxue applied very red lipstick and heavy makeup—so heavy that even Lin Murong, the ultimate straight man, could tell.
"Chi Yan is my friend, of course, I can come. As for you... What is a girl doing visiting a man's house at night?" Lin Murong unilaterally felt he and Chi Yan were good friends. After all, he could enter and leave Chi Yan's house as he pleased, except for today.
"Just taking a stroll." Lin Muxue felt disgusted upon seeing Lin Murong's face.
Despite both being born of the same mother, why did Lin Murong always have to oppose her?
Lin Muxue was rather irritated.
He had previously stopped her from being Lin Nianbei's daughter and later blocked her from being with Chi Yan.
Even though he was her brother, he never wanted to help her.
It was like she was his enemy.
"A stroll? Stroll all the way up to the sixth floor? You really enjoy climbing stairs, huh? I'm not sure who previously pretended to be weak and lay in Hu Dashan's arms, and now suddenly can climb up to the sixth floor without even panting."
"Could it be you, my dear sister?" Finished speaking, Lin Murong covered his mouth as he withstood Lin Muxue's murderous glare.
"You see, it's all Brother's fault for liking to tell the truth." After this sentence, Lin Murong successfully saw Lin Muxue's face turn another shade darker.
"Lin Murong!"
"Look at you, you're always so polite in front of Uncle, why don't you call me brother when you're with me and just yell my name directly, you've chilled your brother's heart."
Lin Muxue: "...Damn. Does he have some serious illness?"
Disgusting.
More and more disgusting.
Lin Muxue didn't even want to acknowledge that Lin Murong was born of the same mother as her.
"Get lost." Blinded by anger, she almost forgot she was here to find Chi Yan.
"Not leaving. Looking for Brother Chi? He's asleep, can't hear you." Chi Yan hadn't opened the door for him, Lin Muxue? Ha. Even less chance then.
In this regard, Lin Murong was still quite confident.
"Lin Murong! Will you ever quit?" Lin Muxue's face contorted with anger.
Lin Murong came specifically to spite her, didn't he?
"Shouting so loudly, do you see Brother Chi coming out?" Lin Murong mocked her with a face.
Lin Muxue, subconsciously raising her slap, the jerk.
Then Lin Murong grabbed her hand and threw it away, causing her hand to hurt from the force.
"Hit me? That's rude. What would Uncle think if he knew?" Lin Murong expertly threatened, "Uncle always thought you were a good girl, right?"
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
Infuriated.
She'd get back at him if she had the chance, or else she'd make sure he paid.
"Sister, don't think too much. You play with fire every day, you're sure to die before me."
Lin Murong knew Lin Muxue very well, with one look at her eyes, he knew exactly what she was thinking.