Chapter 67

Rong Yi listened quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed. He lowered his eyes and coughed softly, saying, “…Thank you.”

Xiao Yin glanced at him again, as if finally confirming that his mood had improved. He then said, “No need to thank me.”

Xiao Yin cooked the noodles quickly. Ten minutes later, he wiped his hands and served the bowl of noodles on the table.

Rong Yi sat at the table and looked up at him, not at the noodles, but at his well-defined chest.

He swallowed silently, casually opening a video and placing it on the table.

He reached out to take the bowl, but Xiao Yin didn’t let him. He placed the bowl in front of him and even handed him the chopsticks.

The noodles were alkaline noodles that Rong Yi loved, with a clear broth seasoned with just a bit of salt. The aroma was purely that of wheat, and the other flavors came from the fried ham and diced mushrooms Xiao Yin had added.

“Is the taste too light?” Xiao Yin didn’t leave; he sat nearby, watching him eat.

“No, it’s delicious.”

Rong Yi buried his head in the noodles.

He used to like strong flavors. When he was young, he loved spicy and sweet foods, but after turning twenty, he gradually stopped eating them as much. It happened naturally.

Xiao Yin’s bowl of three-delicacy noodles was so delicious that Rong Yi kept his head down, finishing even the hot broth.

Since no one was in the villa and the night was cool, they hadn’t turned on the air conditioning. The kitchen fan blew air rhythmically.

After Rong Yi finished eating, his stomach was slightly rounded. He patted his belly and stretched contentedly.

Xiao Yin’s gaze fell on him.

He was wearing Xiao Yin’s main account shirt, obviously aware that no one would come to the villa anytime soon. He was carefree, having buttoned only a few buttons haphazardly.

When he lowered his head to eat, everything was on display, though still with a hint of teasing modesty.

After drinking the broth, Rong Yi pushed the chopsticks and empty bowl toward Xiao Yin, looking at him with a particularly straightforward gaze.

He knew Xiao Yin indulged him, so he was naturally a bit more spoiled.

Xiao Yin’s throat moved slightly before he got up to wash the dishes.

Rong Yi seized the opportunity to peek at his shoulders and back.

This man was just too perfect.

Tall, straight, with broad shoulders and a slender waist. He looked slim in clothes but muscular when undressed. His bones were refined, and he carried an impeccable sense of uprightness.

Even washing dishes looked cool.

Rong Yi thought he might be falling in love with him all over again.

He had become seriously lustful, desperately wanting this man.

How could his boyfriend be so cool?

Before Rong Yi could gather his thoughts, Xiao Yin placed the rinsed bowl aside, wiped his hands, and then turned to look at him.

“I was so focused on making food for you that I forgot I haven’t eaten myself.”

Rong Yi looked puzzled for a moment, then started searching for snacks for him.

Xiao Yin must have been hungry too. They had eaten lunch at noon, but with the afternoon’s activities and everything that happened, they hadn’t had dinner.

“How about these cookies?”

Rong Yi rummaged on the dining table and found a pack. Last time, the Hydralisk had ordered coffee and received these delicious cookies as a bonus. The Hydralisk bought an entire box, but they got tired of them within a couple of days, and the Auntie had put them away.

Kneeling on the dining chair, Rong Yi stretched to grab the pack, unaware that his shirt had ridden up a bit, exposing his fair skin.

And a certain round part.

Rong Yi had great skin, not exercising much, with firm bones and soft flesh that felt wonderful to touch.

Xiao Yin’s gaze lingered for a moment.

“I don’t want that.”

“These are really good,” Rong Yi said, looking down and thinking of opening a pack to try. He planned to tease Xiao Yin with a cookie in his mouth. But before he could act, Xiao Yin grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into his arms. Then, in one swift motion, he was lifted into a bridal carry.

The pack of cookies fell onto the dining table with a crinkle.

Xiao Yin repeated softly, “What to eat.”

Rong Yi raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes sparkling like peach blossoms: “You wouldn’t say… eat me, would you?”

“That would be so….”

Before Rong Yi could finish, Xiao Yin kissed him, and seeing Xiao Yin’s slightly annoyed expression, Rong Yi couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “So cliché.”

Xiao Yin didn’t bother responding.

He saw through Rong Yi’s corny flirting, which made Rong Yi laugh even harder, feeling particularly cheeky. Xiao Yin’s grip on him tightened noticeably.

Xiao Yin threw him back onto the bed, his movements clearly urgent.

“Choose one.”

Xiao Yin’s knee pressed beside him, pinning him down firmly. Although he was in a hurry, his actions of undressing were still elegant and composed, with just a trace of tension.

Rong Yi had a premonition that things would get intense. He refused to choose, “Can’t I just not choose?”

“Captain Rong,” Xiao Yin whispered in his ear, “I think we need to establish some house rules.”

“New-age couples reject the feudal remnants of house rules—”

Rong Yi’s voice was drowned out by a gasp as he was flipped over.

After two light smacks, the world fell silent.

In truth, Xiao Yin’s actions were gentle, purely playful, but the act was embarrassingly humiliating.

Rong Yi’s face flushed, feeling hotter than ever, as if he were burning up.

“How can you be like this…”

He cursed him softly, barely above a whisper.

“Pervert.”

Xiao Yin chuckled.

It seemed that Rong Yi’s words didn’t offend him; instead, they seemed to touch on something secret.

“Say it again.”

His tone was gentle and teasing.

“Pervert—ah!”

Another two light smacks.

Rong Yi shouted while complaining, “You really are—”

Eventually, Rong Yi stopped cursing.

He couldn’t continue, and he clearly realized that his boyfriend, everyone’s Yin-Ge, was indeed a pervert.

He liked it a lot.

Once again, Rong Yi failed to return to his own room and ended up in Xiao Yin’s bed.

After taking a shower, Rong Yi lay on the bed playing with his phone. Xiao Yin sat beside him, drying his hair, and reached out to gently scratch his chin.

Like scratching a cat.

“How about moving your stuff over here?”

“No.”

Rong Yi’s face was red, but his thoughts were clear. “It’s just across the hall. Moving things back and forth is too troublesome. Besides, we need to show some restraint.”

This was his last bit of stubbornness.

If Xiao Yin insisted any more, he might really give in.

However, Xiao Yin lowered his hand, his gaze lingering for a moment. He didn’t persist; instead, he lay down and pulled Rong Yi into his arms.

“Stop playing with your phone. Aren’t you sleepy?”

Rong Yi rested his phone against Xiao Yin’s chest, playing with it while Xiao Yin absentmindedly ran his fingers through Rong Yi’s hair.

“I need to check my online check-in one more time,” Rong Yi said.

He was particularly obedient: “I’ll sleep right after.”

Rong Yi had bought a plane ticket to go home for tomorrow afternoon. He had carefully planned this time returning in the evening meant one less meal to endure with his family, and less nagging from various relatives.

His relationship with his family wasn’t great, but he mainly went back to see his Grandmother. Before leaving, he still needed to buy some gifts to bring home.

“An afternoon flight? I’ll take you after lunch,” Xiao Yin had asked about his schedule earlier. Rong Yi nodded, and after confirming for the third time that his online check-in was successful, he finally turned off his phone.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Xiao Yin asked softly.

“No need, really,” Rong Yi said. “I’ll be back soon.”

“I’ve also bought some gifts. You can take them with you,” Xiao Yin said.

Rong Yi looked up at him, suddenly more alert. “What gifts?”

“You don’t need to buy gifts,” Rong Yi pondered for a moment and chose a more careful way to say, “I don’t have a good relationship with my family.”

“It’s okay if the relationship isn’t good,” Xiao Yin said softly. “I want a status.”

Rong Yi’s heart skipped a beat. He knew what Xiao Yin meant. Xiao Yin wanted recognition, to be officially acknowledged as part of his life, even if it was just a symbolic gesture to his family.

Rong Yi was silent for a moment, then nodded.

“Alright,” he said finally. “I’ll take the gifts.”