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Yan Qing had never taken a close look at his roommate before, but now, as he focused his gaze, he realized that Jiang Ming was truly strikingly handsome.
Dressed in a simple white tank top and black shorts, what seemed like an ordinary outfit on anyone else somehow appeared exceptionally alluring on him.
His damp, tousled hair fell casually across his smooth forehead, and his long lashes fluttered slightly. His full lips were pressed tightly together, exuding an inexplicable beauty of restraint.
The muscular lines of his arms and the tautness of his calves were clearly visible, giving him an aura of strength.
"Nice physique, bro!" Yan Qing couldn't help but stare for a few more seconds before expressing his admiration loudly. "Do you work out regularly?"
As he stepped closer, Yan Qing realized just how tall Jiang Ming was; at 1.8 meters, he still felt shorter by half a head.
Before the already blushing Jiang Ming could respond, Yan Qing placed his hand on Jiang Ming's bicep and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Smack."
Before he could squeeze again, Yan Qing's arm was ruthlessly swatted away by Jiang Ming.
Yan Qing stared in disbelief at his hand that had been brushed off.
After a moment of shock, he quietly said, "Sorry, I just..."
Before he could finish, Jiang Ming quickly waved his hands in explanation. "I didn't mean it like that! I'm just not used to being touched by others."
"Oh, I see. Then I won't touch you anymore," Yan Qing replied.
Jiang Ming immediately became flustered. "That's not what I meant! You can touch me; I... I'm just not used to it with others. You're not just anyone; uh, I... I didn't mean it like that either."
Yan Qing was taken aback. How could a grown man struggle to articulate his words? Wasn't he fluent in Mandarin?
Jiang Ming's panic made him increasingly incoherent, his words becoming muddled. Realizing his own unusual state, Jiang Ming seemed unable to endure the embarrassment and quickly walked toward his room.
At that moment, Yan Qing kindly added, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ming hurriedly nodded in response and rushed back to his bedroom.
Behind him, Yan Qing sat on the sofa, scratching the back of his head. He glanced at Cat Master curled up in a corner and then lay back down.
He didn't do anything too outrageous, did he?
The next day, the sky cleared.
After the cleansing rain of the night, opening the window welcomed a cool yet refreshing breeze. Taking a deep breath, Yan Qing felt invigorated for the entire day.
The morning sunlight was not glaring; instead, it was particularly warm and gentle.
Dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, with his hair tousled, Yan Qing opened his bedroom door.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Yan Qing saw a steamer basket filled with small buns on the living room table, accompanied by a carefully prepared dipping sauce.
Perhaps due to the arrival of late autumn and the sudden drop in temperature, steam rose visibly from the hot buns.
Feeling a gaze upon him, Yan Qing turned to see Jiang Ming sitting upright on the sofa. Their eyes met for a brief moment.
To break the slightly awkward atmosphere, Yan Qing gave Jiang Ming a slight nod before turning to head toward the bathroom.
However, just as he took his first step, Yan Qing felt an itch on the top of his foot. Looking down at his feet, he couldn't help but reflect on how much fur Cat Master had shed; it had all floated down onto him.
Five minutes later, Yan Qing, freshly groomed, sat down on the sofa.
“Did you buy this?” Yan Qing asked Jiang Ming, who was sitting beside him.
Jiang Ming smiled gently and explained, “I woke up early and originally planned to cook something. But, um... it seems I didn’t have any ingredients available, so I went downstairs and bought three servings of soup dumplings. I thought we could discuss our meal plans together when you woke up.”
Yan Qing looked at Jiang Ming, puzzled. “Three servings?”
Jiang Ming pointed thoughtfully to the Cat Master, who was happily munching away at a dumpling beside its bowl. “I got one for it too.”
Yan Qing raised an eyebrow. “You really love cats, don’t you?”
Jiang Ming smiled faintly. “Not really. I noticed that the cat food you left on the shelf was finished.”
Yan Qing glanced at the shelf and then said, “...”
“Thank you for feeding it on my behalf,” he added.
Jiang Ming replied, “You’re welcome.”
After that exchange, a silence fell between them.
To escape the awkward atmosphere, Yan Qing shifted his gaze to the Cat Master, who was savoring each bite of its dumpling. Seeing this, Jiang Ming followed his gaze.
Thus, the living room was filled with the sight of two people watching a cat devour its food.
Yan Qing went to the research institute almost every day. If time was tight, he wouldn’t return until late afternoon and would eat in the cafeteria.
When he came back at noon, Yan Qing would kindly pour enough food for two meals into the Cat Master’s bowl to ensure it was well-fed. On nights when he returned late, he would buy a sausage as an apology. Although the Cat Master never acknowledged his gestures, Yan Qing continued this routine nonetheless.
However, Yan Qing had never given a meat bun to a cat.
Let alone feeding Cat Master warm meals; it was already quite good that he sent it to the pet shop for boarding every few days.
With a warm bun in his mouth, Yan Qing was savoring the taste.
Suddenly, Jiang Ming spoke up, "Can we go out and buy some furniture together?"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
After a long pause,
Yan Qing finally broke the silence, "Why didn't you mention this last night?"
"I moved in yesterday afternoon, and something urgent came up. I didn't have time to check everything carefully," Jiang Ming replied, slightly taken aback at first, then continued softly, "I also didn't expect there to be no refrigerator, no soy sauce or vinegar, not even..."
Not even a pot.
Yan Qing guessed what he was about to say.
When it came to cooking, Yan Qing had truly mastered the art of not wasting time.
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