You Are Deep in The Stars

After a while, Bai Xi asked, “Are you nervous?”

Han Zhuo replied, “I am not.”

Bai Xi said, “Oh.”

‘It’s fine then.’

Then the air became even more awkward.

After a while, Bai Xi suggested again, “Why don’t we take a taxi to the food stall? I suddenly want to eat fried clams.”

Mr. Han silently opened the app and called for an online ride-hailing service.

Fortunately, the driver who took the order was a chatty person. From the moment the two of them got in the car, he started chattering non-stop about everything from current affairs to celebrity scandals to his own love affairs when he was young. He talked with gusto, turning the car into a stand-up comedy studio.

Bai Xi was so amused by him that he seemed to have forgotten what happened just now. Han Zhuo sat next to him with a complicated mood. He didn’t know whether he should be annoyed, dumbfounded, or relieved.

Although there was snow falling in the sky, the outdoor food stall’s business was still very good. The two of them had to wait ten minutes for a seat. Stir-fried clams, stir-fried shrimp, grilled scallops, and the boss’s new deluxe Boston lobster with onion and ginger seemed to be no worse than the glass restaurant.

A snowflake drifted into Bai Xi’s collar, making him shiver with cold.

Han Zhuo asked, “Do you want a scarf?”

“No, you’re covered in sweat.” Bai Xi threw the hard-to-bite crab claws into his bowl and then asked the boss for a dozen oysters.

There were several neat little holes on the crab claws. It didn’t take much to think about what kind of arduous struggle he had just fought with these big claws. Han Zhuo laughed out loud and gently crushed the hard shell to pieces with his fingers, putting only the soft meat back into his spoon.

Bai Xi: “…”

He seemed to have discovered Mr. Han’s amazing new use.

After a while, the snow gradually became heavier, dancing around the street lamps like pieces of clear gems and white flowers.

Bai Xi drank the last sip of beer and asked Mr. Han to pay the bill with satisfaction.

“Is it cold? Do you want to call a car directly?” Han Zhuo asked again.

Bai Xi shook his head, “I want to walk for a while. Let’s go to the intersection ahead and take a taxi.”

He wandered alone, stepping on the raised bricks of the flower bed on the roadside. Han Zhuo went to the convenience store and bought a bottle of hot drink before catching up with him. Sure enough, within five minutes, Bai Xi started looking for stores to buy water.

Han Zhuo took out a bottle of warm matcha from his coat pocket in time.

Bai Xi: “…”

Han Zhuo unscrewed the bottle cap for him, inserted the straw, and almost handed it to his mouth.

Bai Xi looked at him without speaking or moving.

“Don’t like the taste?” Han Zhuo asked, “What about pineapple juice?”

Bai Xi pursed his lips: “No.”

“Strawberry?”

“Don’t want.”

“Peach?”

“Don’t want.”

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“Okay, I understand.” Looking at his smiling eyes, Han Zhuo nodded clearly and turned back to the convenience store. When he came back again, he already had a huge shopping bag in his hand, covering all the flavors in the convenience store. Juice, that was simply a whole four-season orchard.

“You can take your time and consider which one you want to drink.” Han Zhuo had a good attitude and considerate service. “We have an unlimited supply of various soft drinks 24/7.”

Therefore, the almighty Mr. Han was simply the most powerful person in the world.

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Apple, kiwi, orange, passion fruit, guava.

Peach, grapefruit, grape, strawberry, watermelon.

All kinds of colorful colors and flavors filled the cold drink compartment of the refrigerator at home.

Bai Xi was laying on the bed, browsing the pictures sent by Daisy. They were of Mr. Han when he was a child. He looked extremely mature and serious, and even the naked photos of the full moon banquet had a gloomy face.

“Do you want some milk?” Han Zhuo appeared at the bedroom door.

“No!” Bai Xi quickly stuffed the phone under the quilt.

Han Zhuo frowned slightly: “What are you looking at?”

“I’m watching… Do you want to see it together?” Bai Xi suddenly invited.

Han Zhuo shook his head: “Playing with phone before going to bed is not a good habit; it will affect your rest.”

“Okay, I’ll remember it.” Bai Xi actively admitted his mistake and reached out, “Do you want some corporal punishment?”

This was originally a common joke between the two of them. Normally, Han Zhuo would either pat him in response or put a candy in his palm, but this time it was different. He felt his heartbeat was a little faster—perhaps because Bai Xi had just taken a shower, making him look like a sweet little toffee. The collar of his pajamas was slightly open. His hair was messy, but it was messy in a cute way. Under the warm orange light, he looked like a mischievous sweet boy.

Mr. Han said: “Good night.”

Bai Xi said: “Oh.”

It was actually a very magical night.

Wonderful atmosphere, wonderful bedding.

Bai Xi hid under the quilt and kept chatting with Daisy.

Mr. Han stood alone on the balcony and did not return to the bedroom until late at night—he did not smoke as usual, he just looked at the continuous sky in the distance, letting the stars fall in his eyes.