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

Sleeping in the same bed with Xie Jing?!

But Xie Jing's physical contact disorder... and my own sleeping posture...

Shang Song's ears began to burn uncontrollably, and his heart started beating a little fast.

No, absolutely not!

Xie Jing will definitely feel uncomfortable!

"That's it!" He slapped his thigh, his eyes lighting up. "I'll sleep on the living room sofa! That's settled! I'm tough, the sofa's fine!"

He kept talking, as if he could already see himself curled up on the living room sofa while Xie Jing slept peacefully in his room!

Xu Zhao laughed as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, pounding his knees: "Hahahaha! Sleep on the sofa! Your lousy sofa! Can you even stretch your legs out on it? And won't you freeze to death in winter! Besides..."

He wiped away the tears of laughter. "Let's not even talk about whether you sleep on the sofa or not. Just thinking about Professor Xie, that bodhisattva, having to condescend to sleep in your doghouse makes me want to laugh."

As he carefully recalled, he said, "When I visited your house a couple of years ago, your doghouse, did the wardrobe doors not close properly? Did the bed creak when you slept on it? And your blanket, the cover looked like it was pilling?"

With each word he spoke, Shang Song's face paled a little more, and even the braised pork knuckle in his mouth lost its flavor.

That's right! The things Xie Jing uses, not to mention Xishan, are extremely exquisite even when he's not staying in Yunding.

Let him use his own ordinary, even somewhat old, things... and sleep in his own creaky "doghouse" that makes a creaking sound as soon as he lies down?

Shang Song could already picture Xie Jing wearing his top-quality silk pajamas, but covered with his old, pilling quilt, lying on the creaky old bed, his head on a probably sagging pillow, surrounded by his high school awards...

The scene was too beautiful for him to bear.

"No, no! Absolutely not!" Shang Song shook his head violently, his expression as if facing a formidable enemy. He grabbed his phone, his fingers flying across the screen, his eyes incredibly serious, muttering to himself at a speed reciting a menu:

"The four-piece bedding set! Must be replaced! It has to be the highest thread count pure cotton! The color has to be light and elegant! No patterns whatsoever! Pillows! Yes! He's an old-fashioned guy! He's used to sleeping on a high pillow! Memory foam or latex? Need to do some research… Comforter! Down comforter! The best white goose down! Humidifier!!! It's dry where I live! And towels and bath towels!! Long-staple cotton! Quick absorbency and soft to the touch! Slippers! Slippers need to be new too!"

"Oh right! Curtains! My curtains are still those old floral print ones my mom bought, they're so outdated! I need to replace them with solid-colored ones that block out light! And an air purifier! The air quality where I live isn't great... a bit expensive... but it's for Professor Xie! Worth it! And..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Xu Zhao quickly interrupted him, stunned by his state of mind: "Big brother, are you going to renovate everything? Is it really necessary? Professor Xie won't be staying here for more than a few days!"

"Not even for a few days!" Shang Song said firmly, his expression extremely serious. "Not even for a single day! He absolutely cannot use the old ones! They're uncomfortable!"

As he spoke, he looked down at his phone's shopping cart: "The tableware needs replacing too! All the plates at home are chipped! I'll replace them all! And I'll buy him a new set of bowls, chopsticks, and cups! Dedicated ones!"

Shang Song tapped and clicked on the screen, focused on this grand "doghouse renovation" project.

Shen Yan, who had been eating quietly, clearly reflected Shang Song's earnest, almost pious face in his usually melancholy eyes. His long eyelashes trembled, as if he found Shang Song's state of mind... hard to understand.

Or rather, vibration.

So, liking someone can go to this extent?

From the thread count of the bedding, the material of the pillows, to the humidity of the air... everything the other person might come into contact with, they want to replace with the best.

Shen Yan clenched his chopsticks slightly, then slowly relaxed them.

He lowered his eyes and continued eating in small bites.

Seeing Shang Song's determined attitude of not stopping until he spent all his year-end bonus, Xu Zhao tapped the edge of his lunchbox, trying to pull the silly dog ​​back to his senses: "Hey! Wake up! Shang Xiaosong! Calm down! If you replace everything in the house with new things all at once, your parents will definitely be suspicious! And you only pick the expensive ones? Your mom will be the first to question you!"

Shang Song was taken aback by his reminder and was clearly aware of the problem.

But he hesitated for only three seconds before his eyes lit up again, and his voice rose several decibels: "Yes! You're right! Just exchanging mine won't work, it's too obvious!"

"I replaced my parents' things too! The bed, the mattress, everything! I'll just say I'm working and earning money to support them! That way they won't suspect anything! Yes! That's what I'll do!"

As he spoke, he started typing furiously on his phone again, muttering to himself, "My parents like firmer mattresses... For the bed, I'll choose a 1.8-meter one for their room, and a 1.5-meter one for mine, anything bigger won't fit... The mattress needs to be supportive..."

Xu Zhao: "..."

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time. In the end, he could only mutter, "Okay, you're amazing. You're so filial. You even changed your parents' bed for Professor Xie. You're such a filial son who moves heaven and earth."

Shang Song completely ignored the teasing in his words, instead nodding happily, "Yes! That's killing two birds with one stone! It makes Professor Xie more comfortable, and it's also a way to show filial piety to my parents! I'm so clever!"

His eyes curved into crescents: "Then, Professor Xie will sleep in my newly replaced bed, with my new four-piece bedding set and new pillows, covered with a new down comforter... Perfect! I'll just use my old bedding and make a makeshift bed on the floor next to the sofa in the living room, that'll be fine too!"

The more he talked, the better he felt, and his smile became almost silly.

Shen Yan, who had been silent all along, stopped eating at this moment.

He looked up at Shang Song, and asked with some confusion:

"Did you two... just get together?"

Shang Song didn't react immediately, blinking, "Huh? What? Just got together?"

Shen Yan's gaze remained calm and unwavering, as if he had only asked casually:

"Otherwise, why should we sleep separately?"

Shang Song's face flushed red from the tips of his ears to the roots of his neck in an instant. He looked like a boiled mantis shrimp. He froze on the spot, his mouth opened, but he couldn't utter a single word.

What could he say? That Xie Jing had a physical contact disorder? That the two of them hadn't actually... gone that far yet? That he was afraid of offending Xie Jing?

Xu Zhao almost choked on his own saliva. He quickly covered his mouth, his shoulders began to shake uncontrollably, and his face turned red from trying to suppress his laughter.

He barely managed to suppress a laugh, and finally, in a moment of mercy, spoke up to "save the day" for Shen Yan: "They've been together for a while now. You might not believe it, but they've been dating for a year, and they haven't even properly held hands! Let alone anything else!"

A clear look of surprise flashed across Shen Yan's calm and composed eyes, and his eyes even widened slightly.

Xu Zhao continued to reveal: "They broke up later for some reason, but recently they got back together, and I heard..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, looking at Shang Song's flushed face, and grinned mischievously: "It looks like you just kissed? Just a light touch on the cheek, like a chick pecking at rice!"

Shen Yan: "..."

He silently watched Shang Song, whose face was flushed red and who was trying to kill Xu Zhao with his eyes, then looked at Xu Zhao, who was speaking animatedly, and finally commented in a complicated tone:

"...Hmm...quite innocent."