TRMLCM Chapter 98

Chapter 98: No Takeout

When Shen Chang’an fully regained consciousness, he didn’t know what time it was.

He stirred and rolled over, opening his bleary eyes, only to see a beam of warm yellow light shining in from the window, landing on the floor beside the bed through a gap in the curtains.

Like a bright spotlight in the darkness, tiny specks of dust wandered in the light, turning the quiet room into a huge, silent stage.

He reached out, his slender fingers translucent like jade in the sunlight. With a slight movement of his knuckles, the shadow butterfly cast on the floor fluttered its wings and danced gracefully.

Shen Chang’an pursed his lips and smiled silently.

Watching the shadow, he playfully made a two with his fingers, his index and middle fingers moving slowly back and forth. On the palm-sized patch of bright floor, a traveler walking in space appeared.

The traveler walked step by step but could never escape that transparent, narrow space.

Shen Chang’an quickly lost interest after playing for a while. His fingers paused in the air, and the traveler seemed to sense his fatigue, his steps halting, his figure pausing in the air like a philosopher deep in thought.

Suddenly, a butterfly clumsilychuǎng entered this palm-sized space.

It fluttered down onto the traveler’s shoulder, sharing this spiritual haven with him.

Fingers intertwined, hearts close.

“…Awake?”

Cheng Yi asked, taking the hand that was waving in the cold air and placing it back in the warm blanket.

Shen Chang’an was almost entirely in his arms. When he spoke, the resonance of his chest bones carried a burning warmth, mixed with the ‘thump-thump’ of his heartbeat.

The scalding breath fanned over Shen Chang’an’s neck, and he couldn’t help but shrink back, the nape of his neck flushing red.

His throat felt a little uncomfortable, but he was too lazy to open his mouth and strain himself. He only moved his fingers, which were being held tightly, to indicate that he was awake.

Cheng Yi felt his flat abdomen, the newly grown flesh under the smooth, delicate skin seeming to have thinned again.

Clearly, he hadn’t been eating properly.

Cheng Yi couldn’t bring himself to say a word of blame, his dark eyes only revealing a hint of heartache.

He reached out to massage Shen Chang’an’s still-sore waist, kissing his flushed, hot earlobe.

“It’s past one o’clock. What do you want to eat?”

Their temples rubbed together, his voice hoarse and low, the magnetic tone carrying a sense of satisfaction after the act.

Shen Chang’an was enjoying the massage when he suddenly heard the intimate words in his ear, and his body stiffened for a moment. The sound seemed to rush from the top of his head through his bloodstream to his entire body, the bone vibrations sending a numbing itch.

He slumped, his mind blanking for a moment before he snapped back to reality.

Oh, right, he was a sucker for voices.

Shen Chang’an slowly recalled how much suffering he had endured last night, following Cheng Yi’s wishes because of this voice. A mixture of emotions welled up in his heart.

He expressionlessly wished he had been deaf last night.

…

Braised Eel, Kung Pao Chicken, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Peking Duck, Mapo Tofu, Dongpo Pork, Lion’s Head Meatballs, West Lake Fish in Vinegar Gravy, Spicy Chicken…

Shen Chang’an raised an eyebrow, trying hard to recall all the dishes he had eaten or heard of.

Cheng Yi didn’t rush him, his massaging hands continuing their work, as if using this to alleviate his sins from last night.

After thinking for a long time, Shen Chang’an frowned, his voice hoarse as he barely squeezed out a sentence.

“…No takeout.”

“Hmm?”

Cheng Yi was taken aback, carefully considering the words before he understood. Shen Chang’an thought he was making things difficult for him, and was frowning, probably thinking of just doing it himself. He heard him say with a teasing smile,

“I can cook. It’s not terrible, but it’s not particularly delicious either.”

He couldn’t cook before, but later, when he traveled around and occasionally encountered very simple environments where he had to fend for himself, he slowly learned.

It must be that during the time before they met, when he chatted with Mu An every day, he always mentioned ordering takeout, making the other think he couldn’t cook.

No wonder Shen Chang’an didn’t let him take charge in the kitchen during their time in Li Family Village, only letting him help as an assistant. Occasionally, when Shen Chang’an wasn’t home, he would ask his grandmother to warm up his meal in advance.

Cheng Yi pieced all of this together, and his heart softened. His handsome, rugged face was softened by the flood of emotions, as if he had put away all his sharp weapons, making him handsome and harmless.

The young master of the Cheng Group in City S, the leader of countless playboys in the wealthy circle, a man who had enjoyed luxury, seen countless scenic spots, and was hard to be moved by antique porcelain and jewelry worth hundreds of millions, was actually touched by a small, insignificant matter.

If the brothers in the circle who knew him saw him like this now, they would surely exclaim: “Hey, demon, give me back my Yi-ge!”

Cheng Yi only found the person in his arms extremely adorable. He couldn’t help but lean in and kiss Shen Chang’an again, this time on the cheek, leaving a damp watermark on the smooth skin.

Shen Chang’an was annoyed and couldn’t stand his clingy behavior. He raised his foot and kicked Cheng Yi’s leg, hurrying him away.

“Then, um… then go ahead.”

In the movement, the injury to his body was pulled, causing his face to pale and his mood to sour.

For the sake of their relationship, Shen Chang’an didn’t want to see Cheng Yi’s satisfied, smiling face just yet. He endured the discomfort, pulled up the blanket, and closed his eyes.

“I’m going to nap for a bit,” he said, a section of white fingertip poking out from under the blanket. He made a number gesture and said, “Just a little bit.”

Like a soft little cake, so cute it was unreal.

“Okay.”

Cheng Yi’s dark eyes were full of smiles. He got out of bed, opened the closet and put on some casual clothes, washed up in the bathroom, and smoothed the blanket before leaving.

The door quietly opened and closed, and the dim room became quiet, with only the steady, soft breathing and the beam of light gently fluttering.

*

Cheng Yi had just gotten up, and his mind wasn’t particularly clear. He left the bedroom and was about to go to the kitchen when he suddenly kicked something soft.

He was startled, frowned, and quickly looked down.

“Meow, meow meow.”

A sharp meow sounded, full of complaints. Berber squinted, its pupils shrunk into a ball, its eyes fierce, and the fur on its tail puffed up as if it was about to explode.

“…Berber, I’m sorry. Please don’t yell. Your dad is still sleeping.”

He bent down to pick up the angry Berber but missed, Berber dodging.

Cheng Yi watched Berber circling him while meowing, thinking he had stepped on it. He lowered his eyes and carefully observed it.

“Meow meow, meow meow.”

Its tail wagged behind it. Confirming that there was no danger, its fluffy white fur softened, but it continued to meow.

Its four legs looked fine?

Not a single whisker was missing, still very cute.

So what was the problem?

…

“Grumble grumble~”

Alright, Cheng Yi chuckled at himself, looking at Berber’s weak meows. He guiltily touched his nose.

He couldn’t see Berber’s empty stomach earlier when its fur was puffed up, but now that its fur had softened, its flat belly was revealed.

“Berber, don’t meow. I’ll go pour you some cat food now.”

He reached out and stroked Berber’s head. This time, Berber didn’t dodge him.

As soon as the cat food was poured, Berber immediately devoured it greedily.

Watching it eat so eagerly, neglecting its elegance, Cheng Yi curved his lips and stood up slowly. He turned and returned to the kitchen to prepare lunch for its owner.

…

========Little Theater========

Inside the room

Little Yi (Happy): Mu An likes me so much, I’m so touched ( )

Little Mu An (°_°)

Little Mu An: … Thanks for the invite, can’t move.

Outside the room

Hungry, hungry…

E, E, E, cranes crane their necks to sing to the sky…

Berber scratched at the door.

Stupid humans, are you trying to starve me to death (ˇ_ˇ:)