Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

The next day, Shang Song slept until late morning. When changing his clothes, he chose a beige chunky knit sweater with a loose neckline. The second son said that this would make him look fragile and easily knocked over.

During lunch, he was clearly distracted, eating his rice faster than usual, and his eyes kept glancing at Xie Jing.

Xie Jing wore a light blue cashmere sweater today, which made her skin look pale and cold, and her long neck looked particularly...ascetic in the midday light.

As Shang Song watched, his mind started playing out little dramas on its own, and he couldn't help but smile.

After finally getting through lunch, Shang Song couldn't wait to follow Xie Jing to the legendary "Tingxuexuan" (Listening to Snow Pavilion).

Pushing open the heavy soundproof door, a cold, giant screen comes into view. Beneath the screen, two single sofas stand side by side, with a built-in coffee table between them.

The sofa was the kind you could sink into, and it looked incredibly comfortable, but in Shang Song's eyes at that moment, the distance between them seemed wider than the Milky Way.

Xie Jing walked straight to one of the single sofas and sat down, then gestured for Shang Song to sit on the other side.

Shang Song's silly smile froze on his face, and two of the pink bubbles in his heart silently extinguished.

A single sofa? And there's a coffee table in between? How am I supposed to "accidentally" lean against it?! The tactical difficulty has skyrocketed!

He steeled himself, dawdled over, and sat down on the single sofa.

He glanced furtively at the coffee table in the middle; there wasn't even a bottle of mineral water, let alone popcorn, milk tea, or cola.

well.

This also means that nothing can be "accidentally" spilled on Xie Jing.

Xie Jing had already adjusted his posture with an air of superiority, and turned to Shang Song, saying, "Choose."

Choosing...choosing what? Shang Song stared at the dazzling array of films, his mind a jumbled mess, still frantically refreshing the screen with "single sofa! single sofa! single sofa! across the coffee table! across the coffee table! across the coffee table!"

What kind of physical contact is this?! Unless he suddenly falls seriously ill and performs a dramatic "tumbling over the coffee table" move on the spot!!!

but! ! !

That would absolutely be treated as a terrorist attack by Xie Jing!!!

The consequences would be unimaginable!

He sighed inwardly, his fingers swiping randomly across the remote control, finally selecting a sci-fi blockbuster whose title he couldn't even make out, but whose cover featured a giant nebula.

Forget it, let's just destroy it. I'm tired.

Let him watch the stars, watch explosions, read philosophy, and contemplate life; that suits his current chilly heart.

The lights went out completely, and the movie began.

Amidst the vast starry sky and majestic background music, Shang Song sat upright, his eyes fixed on the screen, but his peripheral vision was fixed on Xie Jing on the sofa next to him.

Xie Jing watched intently, the changing light and shadow on the screen flowing across his perfect profile. His long eyelashes fluttered occasionally, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. He was breathtakingly beautiful, yet also so aloof... that it was despairing.

Just as Shang Song was staring intently, and the little flame of resentment in his heart began to flicker again, the door to the audiovisual room was silently pushed open.

Lin Zhou, carrying an ebony tray, walked between the two. He first gently placed a thin, white porcelain cup, resembling white jade, next to Xie Jing. Then, he walked over to Shang Song and placed another identical cup next to him.

Then, bowing slightly, he silently withdrew, just as he had come.

Shang Song bowed his head.

Sure enough, it was tea.

A movie date, a single sofa, a coffee table, and a cup of tea.

It has all the necessary elements and the atmosphere is fantastic.

Shang Song resignedly picked up the cup of tea.

The temperature seeped through the cup, making it a little hot to the touch, but it couldn't warm his icy heart.

He took a small sip. Mmm, good tea. It had a sweet aftertaste and a lingering fragrance. It was probably worth a month's salary for him.

But all he wants right now is an ice-cold sugary drink! And to crunch popcorn in the dark!

She tried to "accidentally" touch Xie Jing's finger while offering him a Coke!

Even if I get left behind, it's fine!

At least we ran into each other!

However, the reality is...

He could only sit in his luxurious armchair, holding a cup of hot tea that could soothe his mind and brighten his eyes, looking across a galaxy at that handsome man who was so stunning that he was both enraged and resented, yet possessed an aura of invincibility, and question the meaning of life.

He couldn't help but pull out his phone, open the WeChat group, and typed in a fit of grief and indignation:

Brothers, I was wrong! There were two damn single sofas! Separated by a coffee table! Wider than the Milky Way! No cola, no chips, no popcorn! Only tea! One cup each! Professor Xie was watching like he was attending an academic conference! "Smile," "Goodbye," "Heartbroken"

The message was sent out, and bubbles began to bubble wildly.

Eldest brother: As expected of Professor Xie, please accept my condolences. [Candle emoji]

Second brother: ...Couldn't you have brought some snacks in yourself? Or, right now, immediately, pounce on him! What's wrong with tea! A tea-scented kiss is even sweeter!

Third Brother: "Laughing so hard I'm pounding the bed.gif" Brother Song, why don't you just pour the tea on yourself? Then cry and say you're cold, and see if Professor Xie will let you pass?

After being ridiculed, Shang Song turned off his phone in despair.

He sprawled on the overly soft sofa, watching the alien fleets engage in fierce combat on the screen with utter despair, his heart a desolate wasteland.

Pink bubbles? They've long since vanished.

All he wants to know right now is, when will this movie finally end?

The "fragile and easily knocked-down" sweater, as he slumped down in despair, silently slid to one side, revealing a section of fair and slender collarbone, which was dazzlingly white under the changing light of the screen.

Xie Jing's gaze shifted from the vast sea of ​​stars at some point and landed on the curve that had unexpectedly entered his field of vision.

Just one glance.

His deep, ocean-like eyes seemed to darken, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if he were suddenly thirsty.

He quickly looked away and returned his gaze to the screen. His posture remained dignified, and his jawline remained cold and hard, but the fingers holding the teacup tightened silently.

The movie is very long.

It was so long that Shang Song was almost asleep when the credits finally rolled out.

As the lights gradually brightened, Shang Song slowly pulled himself out of the sofa, feeling even more tired than when he was working overtime—mentally exhausted.

He didn't even glance at Xie Jing, and sauntered out of Tingxuexuan with his head down. The afternoon sun was a bit too bright, making him squint.

"I...I'm going to the yard for some fresh air." He greeted Xie Jing listlessly, and without waiting for a response, he shuffled to the pond on one side of the main yard and squatted down.

The pond water was clear, and several plump koi were leisurely swaying their tails as they gathered towards him, their mouths opening and closing as they begged for food.

Shang Song rested his chin on his hand, staring blankly at the fish, a little bit of frustration bubbling up inside him.

If it's like this every time... let alone five months, he'd find even five days unbearable! This isn't dating, it's clearly forced abstinence!

He was indignant, and the light around him was slightly blocked.

Shang Song looked up and saw Xie Jing had walked over at some point and was standing a step away from him, also looking down at the fish swimming in the pond.

"To see the fish?" Xie Jing asked.

Shang Song gave a muffled "hmm."

Xie Jing was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "You can feed them."

"...Huh?" Shang Song didn't react for a moment.

Xie Jing shifted his gaze from the water to his somewhat bewildered face, and explained clearly, "You can feed the fish. Do you want fish food?"

Shang Song: "..."

Feeding fish?!

Great! After a wonderful movie date, the next entertainment option is feeding the fish!

What a wonderful weekend!

His shoulders slumped. "Feeding fish...feeding fish is good."

At least, you don't have to feed the fish across a coffee table that's like the Milky Way, and the fish are silly and much more interesting than this piece of wood next to them.

Xie Jing nodded.

Soon, a waiter brought over a small jar of fish food.

Xie Jing took it and handed it to Shang Song, who was squatting down.

Shang Song took it, opened the jar, grabbed a small pinch, and sprinkled it into the water.

The koi instantly became excited, rushing over with a splash, breaking the surface of the water, and the sunlight shone on them, making them shimmer like gold.

After watching the fish's silly antics as they scrambled for food for a while, and then glancing at Xie Jing standing beside him, Shang Song felt a little better.

At least... this blockhead knows to try and appease himself with fish food.

He sprinkled another handful of fish food and asked, "Xie Jing, what about tomorrow? What are we doing tomorrow? We're not... going to watch this kind of movie again, are we?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "this kind of movie," his tone dripping with blatant resentment.