You Are Deep in The Stars

Although Mr. Han’s touch was far inferior to that of Teacher Steve, Bai Xi fell into a deep sleep after an hour. He was curled up in the quilt, with wet mist still hanging on his eyelashes, looking like an aggrieved little beast.

Han Zhuo leaned aside, thinking about everything that had happened in the Benin clinic and Bai Xi’s performance at that time – quick, decisive, ferocious, accurate judgment, and strong aggression. Compared to the usual Bai Xi, they were completely two different people.

The phone screen flashed on and off, and the caller ID showed Liu Chunchun.

“Brother Han.” The voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little uneasy, “After we got home, Mr. Wang stayed on the balcony smoking, not talking or eating. I want to ask, did anything happen this morning? Also, Brother Bai’s cell phone has been unable to get through.”

“Xiao Bai is with me. He is a little tired, so he is sleeping,” Han Zhuo said. “Yuanchen should not have a big problem. He has always hated Shi Tian. Today he was forced to spend several hours together in the coffee shop. He may have some psychological shadow; it’ll be fine after just two days of rest.”

“Then what do I need to do?” Liu Chunchun asked again.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Han Zhuo replied. “Let him be alone for a while.”

Liu Chunchun agreed and hung up the phone but was still worried, so he secretly took a look at the balcony. Wang Yuanchen was still there, his posture had never changed, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, letting the wind mess up his long brown hair and stick it softly back to his face.

The evening sun was as cold as the weather.

Liu Chunchun thought he didn’t have the courage to comfort him, so he could only go back to the living room with his computer and pay attention to the movements on the balcony while working. For an hour, two hours…it wasn’t until the sky completely darkened that Wang Yuanchen returned to the living room.

“You -” Liu Chunchun quickly stood up, but before he could finish speaking, Mr. Wang had already gone straight into the bathroom.

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Liu Chunchun turned three or four times at the door with his hands behind his back.

Wang Yuanchen stood under the showerhead, applying bath soap while staring expressionlessly at the figure dangling outside the frosted glass door.

“Ahem!” After five minutes, Liu Chunchun finally plucked up the courage. He cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound casual and relaxed, “Do you want anything to eat tonight? I’ll cook it for you.”

Wang Yuanchen replied, “I won’t eat.”

“But you haven’t eaten anything all day today,” Liu Chunchun said earnestly.

Wang Yuanchen turned the water to the maximum.

Liu Chunchun: “…”

Wang Yuanchen turned his back to the door, not intending to talk to him again.

‘Why are there people with such bad tempers?’, Liu Chunchun opened the refrigerator and thought while taking out the ingredients. Although Mr. Wang had clearly declined the dinner, Liu Chunchun still planned to make one more portion. He raised his knife twice and cut Mr. Wang’s top Angus steak into pieces and put it into the water, intending to make a sauce-flavored stew pot.

The food gave off an alluring aroma in the pot, and then the aroma drifted out of the kitchen and invaded the bathroom that had just opened the door.

Wang Yuanchen grabbed the perfume on the sink, sprayed it in the direction of the kitchen, and then returned to the bedroom manically.

“Sneeze!” Liu Chunchun sneezed a dozen times while passing through this area. He stood at the door and observed again and again like a thief, making sure that Mr. Wang was really not asleep yet, then returned to the kitchen to fill up the meal, and then tiptoed into the bedroom.

“Have something to eat,” he said.

Wang Yuanchen leaned on the bed and closed his eyes: “Get out.”

“You will faint from hunger.” Liu Chunchun put the plate on his bedside table, “You can eat a few bites, I’ll go out first.”

“I don’t eat in the bedroom,” Wang Yuanchen said.

“That’s okay.” Liu Chunchun was about to go out, but when he heard this, he came back to take the dishes, “Then I’ll go to the kitchen and wait for you.”

Wang Yuanchen: “…”

Five minutes later, Mr. Wang sat in the kitchen and ate his first spoonful of food cooked by Liu Chunchun himself.

“Is it delicious?” Liu Chunchun looked at him with very expectant eyes.

Wang Yuanchen said, “It tastes terrible.”

Liu Chunchun chuckled; the answer was expected, but Mr. Wang didn’t spit it out, which showed everything was actually quite good.

Wang Yuanchen picked up another chopstick and fried tomatoes and eggs.

Still the same, unpalatable.

The dishes were all home-cooked, and Liu Chunchun ate quietly and very satisfied. He felt he had achieved a great feat by being able to summon this beautiful, weird, yet fragile and irritable alien for dinner, and naturally, he did not expect to have a pleasant conversation. Halfway through the meal, Wang Yuanchen picked up the plate and poured the remaining tomato juice mixed with eggs into his bowl.

Liu Chunchun was flattered. “I will cook for you every day from now on.”

“This,” Wang Yuanchen pointed to the garlic cabbage, “is unpalatable. Don’t make it in the future.”

“Okay.” Liu Chunchun nodded readily. It seemed without any training; he could already accurately distinguish the difference between each “unpalatable” and “unpalatable” and knew which dish could be cooked frequently in the future. Or which the food was really not delicious, no need to show up again.

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That night, Wang Yuanchen finished half a pot of rice and then laid on the sofa doing nothing. Feeling a little bored, he lazily shouted, “Come here.”

“I’m washing dishes.” Liu Chunchun put on his apron and stuck his head out. “What’s wrong?”

“Draw a picture for me,” Wang Yuanchen ordered.

“I didn’t bring the drawing board, nor the paint.” Liu Chunchun shook the water droplets off his hand. “Tomorrow, tomorrow, okay?”

“Not good.” Wang Yuanchen sat up and took off his clothes. Liu Chunchun had to look for a hard-shell notebook and paper everywhere, sharpen his pencil, and sit down opposite him with a small stool.

Wang Yuanchen’s clothes became stiff when he was halfway unbuttoned. He looked at his stomach, which was slightly protruding after eating, with mixed emotions.

Liu Chunchun didn’t know what was going on and kept saying, “Come on, I’m ready.”

Wang Yuanchen was disheveled and chased him throughout the room.

Liu Chunchun was so scared that he burst into tears. He was rolled on the bed, shouting that he was innocent and everyone was on his own!

Wang Yuanchen slapped him.

Liu Chunchun was extremely aggrieved.

Looking at this unfortunate, wrinkled human being, Wang Yuanchen felt his originally bad mood had somehow improved a lot.

“I’m still wearing an apron.” Liu Chunchun moved slowly, trying to escape so as not to dirty his noble and luxurious bed.

Wang Yuanchen scratched his apron with his fingertips. The pointed nails had been trimmed into ovals, but they still had the lethality of sharp blades.

“No, no!” Liu Chunchun shrank, “I like this apron very much.”

Wang Yuanchen curled his lips. “Cheap.”

“I also like it when it’s cheap.” Liu Chunchun sat up. “I have to work after washing the dishes. Do you want some juice? There are kiwis and oranges in the refrigerator.”

Wang Yuanchen shook his head, took a bag, and send a bunch of things flying from the living room. Liu Chunchun was unable to dodge and was hit on the head one after another as expected. Then he burst into tears and felt extremely miserable. Why was this man so moody? He wouldn’t drink juice so why did he hit me again?

“Route error.” Mr. Wang even said this “apology,” which was not an apology, but said it very insincerely. He took Liu Chunchun’s hand, “snapped” a bunch of keys and said, “Give it to you.”

Liu Chunchun was shocked. “Huh?”

“From then on, this was your salary for cooking,” Wang Yuanchen continued, “Three sports cars, all of them were the latest models.”

Liu Chunchun quickly refused: “I, I, I don’t choose.”

“What to choose?” Wang Yuanchen frowned, “I’ll give them all to you.”

Liu Chunchun felt he would probably faint in the next second.

Of course, in the end, he refused this crazy gift, at the cost of being chased from the bedroom to the living room by the bad-tempered Mr. Wang, and then from the living room to the kitchen. Finally, the two parties reached a reconciliation and drank together under the orange light, finishing two large glasses of sweet and sour kiwi orange juice.