Yan Yan's original intention was to let Zhuang Yiyun lie down and bring him porridge to his room, but the man, whose fever had subsided, didn't think so. He took his clothes and took a shower before coming out. So the two of them sat at the dining table, each with a bowl of porridge and some side dishes. Yan Yan also heated up a few frozen buns, and sat opposite each other to eat breakfast and lunch.
Zhuang Yiyun was no longer as tired as before, his expression and language were much clearer, but because the high fever had just subsided, he was weak and relaxed, like ice and snow that was about to thaw, with an indescribable tenderness. Yan Yan felt that he could poke a small hole with his finger. He was amused by his own thoughts, and he also drank the porridge in a relaxed manner.
If it was before, Yan Yan would definitely not speak and Zhuang Yiyun would not speak either, and the two of them would eat quietly. But now Zhuang Yiyun felt guilty and asked him when he saw him laughing, "What are you laughing at?"
"Laughing... Nothing much, just a little happy." Yan Yan raised his head to glance at him, then lowered his head to eat his buns again.
As soon as their eyes met, an idea popped up in Zhuang Yiyun's mind: Yan Yan was happy because he was back.
My chest felt slightly hot. Did he have a fever again
"I'm sorry I came home late yesterday and ruined the feast you prepared."
"Didn't you eat it? The rest is still in the refrigerator."
Yan Yan seemed to be talking to him again, but he didn't look at him again. Zhuang Yiyun felt that he was still angry. He remembered that Yan Yan didn't touch the food on the table, so he must have been so angry that he couldn't eat and left.
"You specifically asked me to go home..."
"You said before that you don't come back often, you have no obligation to cooperate with me." Yan Yan suddenly interrupted him, his voice was still calm, but he put down the bun in his hand. He was no longer angry when he saw Zhuang Yiyun was sick, but he was provoked by his words.
There was a hint of sharpness, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"It was me who asked for cohabitation, and I have an obligation to cooperate with you." After a long while, Zhuang Yiyun said. Yan Yan's words made him realize that he had not fulfilled any obligations since they got married except for giving him a card. But Yan Yan went to his lectures, invited him to the animation festival, and cooked a Christmas Eve dinner for him.
This is not equal.
Moreover, the card he gave only generated one transaction. He had not paid attention to what Yan Yan bought before, but now he knew from the furniture store's transaction records that he had replaced the sofa for himself.
Zhuang Yiyun, you are a bit of a scumbag... This is the first time he has defined himself like this.
He thought about it for a long time, but Yan Yan said after listening, "It doesn't matter."
The attitude was still a little cold, and Zhuang Yiyun was in a state of confusion, not knowing how to continue. He liked quietness the most, but at this moment, something was wrong.
Zhuang Yiyun thought about it for a long time, and when the meal was almost over, he finally thought of something he could do, so he asked him, "What's your major? Do you need help with your graduation thesis?"
“Tourism Management.”
Zhuang Yiyun: …areas he doesn’t understand.
It was quiet again. Zhuang Yiyun felt a little helpless now. He didn't realize that he was just trying to coax people. He managed to say, "Have you taken the CET-4 and CET-6? Do you need English tutoring?"
"I took the exam!" Yan Yan wanted to laugh but held it back. Is this the style of a doctor
“IELTS and TOEFL are also OK…”
Zhuang Yiyun lowered his voice, and just when he thought Yan Yan was going to continue to refuse, a white porcelain plate was suddenly handed to him, with a plump white bun on it.