Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies
Chapter 417: No comment

Chapter 417: No comment

Su Yinhe didn’t pass judgment, nor did she like to.

Just watch the drama, watch the drama.

Su Yinhe was completely engrossed in the drama when Chi Yan came over with a cup of water.

"This milk tea I just made is a bit too sweet, as I added too much sugar. If you find it cloying, you can drink this water. It’s sweet too, but not as much." Chi Yan, a man both rational and cool-headed.

That’s why, once he stepped out of Su Yinhe’s line of sight, he quickly calmed down.

Became even more restrained.

Just a man who practiced restraint.

At this moment, Su Yinhe was already lost in the plot of the drama, she hardly reacted to Chi Yan’s words, and casually picked up the water he brought over and drank it.

Yes.

Sweet water.

Gone.

After a sip, Su Yinhe put the water back.

Sweet, quite nice.

But now, all her attention was on the drama.

She wanted to watch the drama.

Seeing Su Yinhe like this didn’t anger Chi Yan;

Her behavior, it just made it convenient for Chi Yan.

Watching her, his gaze wasn’t as restrained as before.

Now that she was focused on the drama, he didn’t have to be as forbearing as before; he could be a little more... unrestrained.

But only a little, not too much.

After all, Galaxy was quite perceptive.

Too unrestrained, and she would notice.

He didn’t want her to find out too much, to know too much.

If she knew too much, she might become scared and run away.

He could bring her back, but he didn’t want her to be scared of him.

All she needed to do was like him, that was enough.

Nothing else was allowed.

"Want some fruit?" Chi Yan indulged a little in his unrestraint, watched her for several minutes, and then asked.

There were many snacks here, but fruit was missing.

Compared to snacks, he preferred her eating fruit.

Fruits were much healthier than snacks.

"Ah, sure," Su Yinhe agreed absentmindedly, still engrossed in the drama.

"Okay, then I’ll cut some for you," Chi Yan seemed to be losing restraint again.

Just finding another excuse to cool off.

He truly was, defeated.

A defeat so utterly crushing.

Chi Yan cut the fruit while calming himself.

The fruit he cut was all very pretty.

Just like him.

"Brother Chi, what are you doing? Cutting fruit? Is it for me?" Lin Murong was strolling around when he spotted Chi Yan cutting fruit.

Fruit, huh.

He had to snag some.

"No," Chi Yan coldly refused.

"Hey. We’re good brothers, why be so cold? There’s so much fruit, what’s wrong with me eating some?" Lin Murong was dissatisfied.

"There’s plenty of fruit, go help yourself," Chi Yan certainly wasn’t lacking in fruit.

"I don’t want those unwashed, unpeeled ones. I want what you’re holding in your hands..." Lin Murong’s gaze at him grew pleading.

"Lin Murong, if you have a mouth, use it well. If not, I can help sew it up for you." His needlework wasn’t particularly good, but it was sufficient to sew Lin Murong’s mouth shut.

When Chi Yan said this, Lin Murong instantly covered his mouth.

"Brother Chi, why so fierce?" It frightened him. "I just wanted to eat some of the fruit you cut..." Lin Murong’s voice grew smaller and smaller under Chi Yan’s deadly gaze until it faded away.

Lin Murong fell silent, which pleased Chi Yan, who walked away with the cut fruit.

Once Chi Yan left, Lin Murong started stamping his feet.

Angry, so angry.

What did he do wrong? He just wanted some fruit, merely some fruit! And Chi Yan even made threats about it.

Chi Yan, such a stingy ghost, really too stingy.

Really.

Hmph.

He’d wash and cut it himself; it wasn’t just a fruit platter, after all.

Look at Chi Yan, so smug.

Who wouldn’t think like that?

That’s what Lin Murong told himself, but...

Every time he washed a piece of fruit, he couldn’t help but eat one, wash one, eat one, wash one, eat one...

Sometimes, with fruits like grapes, he’d just wash the whole bunch and then eat the whole bunch...

He wanted to make a fruit plate, but as he washed, he ended up stuffing himself.

So much for making a damn fruit plate.

Stuffed, it was time to help digestion.

No more digestion tablets left.

If he went to ask Chi Yan for some now, he’d surely get rejected. No other option but to rely purely on a stroll.

A walk, a walk, and he wouldn’t feel bloated.

Hmm...

Forget about the fruit plate.

After all, it all goes to the same place in the stomach; the form doesn’t matter.

It really doesn’t matter.

Because it all comes out looking the same.

Lin Murong started to walk around.

He really did get bloated from eating fruits.

Chi Yan washed and cut fruits, and the amount he brought out was quite substantial, enough to make a small fruit plate. He had a good grasp of Su Yinhe’s appetite.

The fruit plate he prepared for Su Yinhe was just right for her to enjoy heartily, but not so much that she’d feel stuffed afterward.

He wouldn’t want Su Yinhe to overeat.

If Su Yinhe overate, it was he who would be heartbroken.

Yes, it would break his heart.

The fruit plate was very pretty.

After all, it was made by Chi Yan, whose food presentation was always beautiful. He liked everything to be beautiful.

Exquisite.

However, Su Yinhe didn’t really notice how pretty the fruit plate was.

She was at the climax of the drama she was watching and knew that Chi Yan brought back the fruit plate, but didn’t spare it more than a glance for the time being.

Chi Yan didn’t mind whether she looked or appreciated it.

He simply sat next to her and started feeding her with a toothpick.

Su Yinhe got to enjoy the service of a male model for a bit.

Hmm...

Chi Yan’s face was handsome, and his physique, great. How could he not be considered a male model?

If he were to become a male model, he’d surely be top-class.

As Su Yinhe watched her show, she’d eat whatever Chi Yan fed her.

Looking very obedient.

So obedient.

Truly obedient.

As Chi Yan kept feeding her, he began to look at Su Yinhe a bit differently.

He felt like he was a bit of a pervert.

He definitely had to hide it well, not daring to let Galaxy find out.

After all, he was genuinely worried she’d be frightened.

He didn’t want her to fear him, not even the slightest bit.

He hoped she would just like him, love him.

The emotion of fear, even a bit of it, would make him unhappy.

And if he was unhappy, his only outlet would be to give Murong a beating.

But, Murong was the only one, and with repeated beatings, he’d be gone—expendable.

And at the moment, there was no replacement in sight.

He didn’t want to use Murong up too quickly.

Long-term was better.

"Don’t just feed me; you eat too," Su Yinhe pushed him a bit.

Her words pulled Chi Yan back from his messy thoughts.

"Alright, I’ll eat too," Chi Yan said with a smile as he looked at her.

Even though she didn’t look back.

Chi Yan ate a slice of cantaloupe and felt a secret thrill knowing that it was the same toothpick. They had kissed so many times already, yet he still felt secretly thrilled over something like this.

He might really have a problem.

But he couldn’t help it.

He wasn’t a very normal person to begin with, and after meeting her, he became even less normal.