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Shang Song slept until noon last night because he went to bed too late.

Through the thin gauze curtains, you can see snow falling heavily outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and lush, distant mountains.

The surroundings were still excessively quiet.

Shang Song curled up in bed and refused to get up.

He reached for his phone. There were a few messages on WeChat. Xie Jing's message was sent around 10:00: "Come down for dinner when you wake up."

Shang Song patted his soft belly; he had eaten a lot last night and didn't feel hungry now.

He didn't reply, shoved his phone back under his pillow, and pretended he wasn't awake.

He was still a little unhappy.

If the heating in Tingyun Residence is really broken, why is he sleeping here? Why doesn't Xie Jing let him sleep here?

She'd slept at his house for so many days, touching and pinching him in the middle of the night, even buttoning his clothes afterward. Now she's using such a good excuse to leave him sleeping on the third floor.

So what if there are empty rooms?

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, so he grabbed the blanket, covered himself with it, and tried to suffocate.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Shang Song jumped out of bed and shouted, "Come in! The door's unlocked!"

The door was gently pushed open, and Xie Jing came in to see Shang Song sitting in a pile of blankets, still sleepy-eyed, her hair sticking up in all directions, and her face puffed up with anger.

Xie Jing sat down beside his bed. "Are you hungry?"

Shang Song turned his head away, refusing to look at him.

Xie Jing moved a little closer. "What's wrong? You're unhappy?"

Shang Song suddenly turned her head, glaring at him fiercely: "I went out for a late-night snack with Chen Yu last night! Did you know that?!"

Xie Jing paused for two seconds, then nodded expressionlessly. He moved his thin lips and uttered two words: "I know."

Okay, I knew it.

Shang Song stared wide-eyed, trying to find a trace of jealousy on Xie Jing's calm face.

Unfortunately, some people are too good at pretending.

Shang Song was unwilling to give up. He asked, "Your boyfriend! Going out for late-night snacks with an ex-suitmate in the middle of the night! Such a big deal, aren't you at all bothered?"

Unexpectedly, Xie Jing, upon hearing Shang Song's blatantly provocative words, not only showed no displeasure but also covered his mouth with his fist and chuckled softly.

Shang Song: "What are you laughing at?!"

Xie Jing composed himself, looked at him, and nodded: "I mind."

He watched as Shang Song's eyes widened slowly, and then added leisurely, "So, we're having congee hot pot for lunch today."

Shang Song: "???"

No, he's provoked us like that, shouldn't a normal person just pin him down and kiss him, like Xu Zhao pinned Shen Yan down and kissed him?!

Shang Song stared at Xie Jing. The bright midday light on the snowy day was ridiculously good, making Xie Jing look like a beautiful jade figure as he sat there.

As Shang Song watched, the anger in his eyes was suddenly extinguished by the beauty.

"Forget it," he thought resignedly, "Anyway, Xie Jing wasn't a normal person to begin with."

Xie Jing is just a blockhead.

Just because Xie Jing made some progress in his hometown doesn't mean he'll immediately become a completely normal person.

With that level of good looks, Plato is fine with me.

One cannot have it all.

After much internal struggle, Shang Song decided to accept his fate.

He sniffed and asked, "Does the congee hot pot have crab roe? I went too late last night, and they were all sold out, so I didn't get to eat any."

Shang Song successfully enjoyed a congee hot pot with crab roe.

After lunch, Xie Jing sat by the window in the east wing reading a book, while Shang Song nestled in his lap playing video games.

Outside, snow was falling softly, and the entire Western Hills were shrouded in a white blanket.

Shang Song played games for a while, then snuggled in Xie Jing's arms and slept for a bit. When he woke up groggily, it was already past four in the afternoon.

He asked, "Xie Jing, what are we having for dinner?"

Xie Jing closed the book, placed his hand on the boy's flushed cheek, his fingertips tracing the delicate skin, and calmly replied, "Porridge hotpot."

Shang Song: "..."

Shang Song's heart skipped a beat.

So this is how this piece of wood gets jealous?

He felt a sweet warmth in his heart, but deliberately complained, "Why is it congee hot pot again? Can't you change it? I want barbecue! Barbecue on a snowy day! It's the perfect match!"

Xie Jing withdrew his hand, opened the book again, and looked back at the text: "Only congee hot pot."

Shang Song: "…………"

Shang Song suddenly sat up from Xie Jing's embrace, covering the book with his hand to prevent Xie Jing from seeing.

Xie Jing looked at him.

He raised his chin: "I can skip the barbecue tonight! But!"

Xie Jing gestured for him to continue.

Shang Song leaned over and gave Xie Jing a quick kiss on the corner of his lips before continuing, his eyes sparkling:

"But! You have to sleep with me tonight!"

Xie Jing: "You steal the blanket when you sleep."

Shang Song: "………………"

So that's why Xie Jing didn't let him sleep last night?

So, in this lifetime, except when visiting his hometown, Xie Jing will never sleep with him again?!

Shang Song questioned the meaning of life.

As Xie Jing had predicted, dinner was a hot pot with a congee base.

On the tenth day of the lunar month.

Shang Song didn't get up for breakfast.

Lunch: Congee hot pot.

Dinner was congee hot pot.

When they left Xishan by car, Shang Song was so angry that he refused to say a word to Xie Jing, secretly making a mental note of the matter.

When they arrived at Shang Song's small apartment building, Shang Song got out of the car and left, refusing to say goodbye and kiss Xie Jing.

He angrily dragged his suitcase into the hall, only to suddenly realize that Xie Jing had followed him in.

"Aren't you going back to Xishan?!" Shang Song's tone was very aggressive.

Xie Jing: "Let me see if they've tidied up your place properly."

Shang Song: "..."

He gave a muffled "oh" and headed towards the elevator.

Xie Jing followed him into the elevator, and the two stood side by side without saying a word.

Xie Jing examined the elevator's brand logo for a while and commented, "The safety rating of this brand's elevators is not high enough."

Shang Song: "…………"

He rolled his eyes and didn't reply.

The elevator doors opened, and a delicious aroma of food filled the hallway.

Shang Song sniffed, suspecting that one of the neighbors was eating barbecue in the middle of the night.

Thinking about the barbecue she didn't get to eat, she became even angrier and walked away quickly.

His legs were short, and even if he walked fast, he couldn't outrun Xie Jing, who had long legs and could stride around casually.

He was even angrier.

So what if you're 188cm tall?! So what if you have long legs?!

He pulled out his keys in a rage and turned the doorknob in a rage.

The door was suddenly pushed open, revealing a brightly lit room with the aroma of roasted meat wafting out.

Shang Song stared blankly at the grill pan on the small dining table, where beautifully marbled Wagyu beef was sizzling and roasting.

A staff member in full kitchen uniform came out of his small kitchen carrying a tray of various fresh meats and bowed slightly to them: "Mr. Xie, Mr. Shang, the barbecue will be ready soon, please take a seat."

Shang Song turned around blankly and looked at Xie Jing standing beside him.

Xie Jing maintained his calm expression, but reached out and pulled Shang Song back into his arms. "Calm down, okay?"

Shang Song buried her face in his chest, unable to catch her breath, and could only protest sullenly in the end:

"I'm not that easy to fool!"