Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies
Chapter 420: Honey Grapefruit Tea

Chapter 420: Honey Grapefruit Tea

The dry weather called for a cup of Honey Grapefruit Tea.

Watch the show, watch the show.

Su Yinhe became utterly engrossed in the drama, so much so that, when she did, Chi Yan came over with a cup of water.

"This milk tea, I might’ve added too much sugar while making it, it could be a bit too sweet. If you find it cloying, you can drink this cup of water. It’s sweet too, but not as rich," Chi Yan, a man both rational and calm.

So, once he left Su Yinhe’s line of sight, he quickly regained his composure.

Became more restrained.

Just a restrained man.

At this time, Su Yinhe was completely absorbed in the plot. Hearing Chi Yan’s words, she barely reacted and took the water he brought over to drink.

Hmm.

Sweet water.

Gone.

After taking a sip, Su Yinhe set the cup back down.

Sweet, quite nice.

But her entire focus was on the show.

That’s what she wanted to watch.

With Su Yinhe behaving this way, Chi Yan wasn’t angry,

Her actions made it convenient for Chi Yan.

Looking at her, his gaze wasn’t as restrained as before.

She was so focused on watching the show now, he didn’t have to be as forbearing as before, and could be a little more... presumptuous.

Only a little, couldn’t be too much.

Because Galaxy was very perceptive.

Too much presumptuousness would get noticed by her.

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

Knowing too much would scare her, what if she ran away.

He could catch her, but he didn’t want her to be afraid of him.

She just had to like him.

Nothing else was allowed.

"Do you want some fruit?" Chi Yan gave in to that slight bit of presumption and stared at her for several minutes before asking.

There were many snacks here, but, no fruit yet.

Compared to snacks, he would rather she eat fruit.

Fruit was much healthier than snacks.

"Ah, sure," Su Yinhe agreed absentmindedly.

"Okay, then I’ll go cut some for you," Chi Yan, in truth, was struggling to restrain himself.

Just looking for an excuse to stay cool.

He really was going to lose.

Lose terribly.

Chi Yan calmly cut fruit while also calming down.

The fruit he cut was very beautiful.

Just like him.

"Brother Chi, what are you doing? Cutting fruit? Is it for me?" Lin Murong was wandering around and, just by wandering, saw Chi Yan cutting fruit.

Fruit, wow.

He had to get some.

"No," Chi Yan coldly refused.

"Hey. We’re good brothers, why the cold shoulder? There’s so much fruit, what’s the harm in my having some?" Lin Murong was dissatisfied.

"There are a lot of fruits; just take some to eat," Chi Yan really wasn’t short on fruit.

"I don’t want those unclean, unpeeled ones. I was talking about the ones in your hand..." Lin Murong pleaded with his gaze.

"Lin Murong, if you have a mouth, use it properly. If you don’t like it, I can help sew it up for you." His needlework wasn’t that great, but at least it was good enough for sewing Lin Murong’s mouth shut.

With those words from Chi Yan, Lin Murong instantly covered his mouth.

"Brother Chi, why so fierce?" It scared 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 glare, until it finally disappeared.

With Lin Murong silenced, Chi Yan was satisfied and walked away with the cut fruit.

Once Chi Yan had gone, Lin Murong started stomping his feet.

Angry, so angry.

What did he do wrong? He just wanted to eat some fruit, just fruit! And Chi Yan threatened him for that.

Chi Yan was such a miser, way too stingy.

Really.

Hmph.

He’d wash and cut it himself; it was just a fruit plate after all.

Look at Chi Yan, so smug.

He’s really not like most people.

Murong was thinking just that, but...

He’d wash a piece of fruit, and then he couldn’t resist eating one, wash one, eat one, wash one, eat one...

Sometimes with certain fruits, like grapes, he’d wash a bunch and eat a bunch...

He wanted to make a fruit plate, but as he washed, he just stuffed himself full.

What was the point of making a damn fruit plate anyway?

Stuffed full, he needed to digest.

There were no digestive tablets to take.

If he went to ask Chi Yan for some now, he’d definitely be scolded, so he had no choice but to rely solely on walking it off.

Walk it off, and the stuffed feeling would fade.

Hmm...

Forget about the fruit plate.

In the end, they all end up in your stomach, the form isn’t important.

Really not important.

Because they all look the same coming out.

Murong started to walk.

He’d truly stuffed himself solely on fruit.

Chi Yan washed and cut the fruit, and the fruit he brought out was quite plentiful, and eventually, he made a small fruit plate, having a general idea of Su Yinhe’s appetite.

He prepared a fruit plate for Su Yinhe that was just right for her to enjoy without overeating.

He didn’t want to make Su Yinhe overeat.

If Su Yinhe overate, it would be him who felt distressed.

He would feel distressed.

The fruit plate was very pretty.

After all, it was Chi Yan who made it, and his dishes and presentations were always beautiful; he liked everything to be attractive.

Meticulous.

However, Yinhe hardly noticed the beautiful fruit plate.

The drama she was watching had reached its climax; she knew Chi Yan had come back with the fruit plate, but she didn’t have time to spare it another glance.

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

He simply sat beside her and began feeding her with a skewer.

Yinhe got to enjoy a male model’s service.

Hmm...

Chi Yan was handsome and had a good figure, why wouldn’t he count as a male model.

If he became a male model, he’d definitely be a top-tier one.

While Yinhe watched the show, she ate whatever Chi Yan fed her.

She looked particularly obedient.

So obedient.

Truly so obedient.

As Chi Yan fed her, his gaze toward Yinhe became inappropriate again.

He felt a bit perverted.

He really had to hide it well; he couldn’t let Galaxy find out.

After all, he was genuinely worried she would be scared.

He didn’t want her to fear him, not even a little.

He hoped she would just like and love him.

Fear was an emotion he’d be unhappy to see, even in the slightest.

If he got unhappy, he’d only be able to vent by beating up Murong.

But, Murong was only one person, a consumable; eventually, he would run out from the beating.

And currently, there was no replacement to be found.

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

Better to make it last longer.

"Don’t just feed me, you eat too," Su Yinhe pushed.

Her words pulled Chi Yan’s messy thoughts back to reality.

"Okay, I’ll eat too," Chi Yan looked at her and smiled.

Even though she wasn’t looking.

Chi Yan ate a piece of honeydew melon, thinking it was from the same skewer, he felt a secret thrill in his heart.

Despite having kissed her so many times already, he still felt a thrill over something as trivial as this.

He might actually be quite sick.

But he couldn’t help it.

He was never a very normal person to start with, and after meeting her, he became even less normal.