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So now the early maturers didn't want to play with people developing normally!

Ao Qingyuan looked like an angry pufferfish. Wenren Yan smiled and shook his head, continuing to apologize. "Yes. I have to apologize for this."

Ao Qingyuan pursed his lips and decided to see how sincere Wenren Yan was.

But Wenren Yan fell silent. He simply looked at him with a smile, warmth blooming from the depths of his eyes, even more dazzling beneath the sun.

After a moment of silence, Ao Qingyuan couldn't help turning to question Wenren Yan. "That's it?"

Wenren Yan paused. "What?"

Ao Qingyuan was thoroughly dissatisfied. "I mean, are you done apologizing? That's all? Just one sentence? That's it? That's it?"

Wenren Yan laughed helplessly. "How about I treat you to dinner tonight and drink as an apology?"

"Why should I go?" Ao Qingyuan snorted. "My time is valuable too. I have night scenes to shoot, and by the time I'm done, it'll probably be one or two in the morning. It'll be so late—why do I have to go just because you're treating me to make amends? Wouldn't it be better to go back to the hotel and sleep?"

"Then I'll order takeout and eat in your room." Wenren Yan smiled. "You have to give me a chance to apologize, don't you?"

Ao Qingyuan said nothing. He only felt that Wenren Yan was using the same trick people used to coax children, with no sincerity at all—if he truly cared about their friendship as much as he claimed, how could he have taken leave for so many days without saying a word, not even sending him a single WeChat message?

Ao Qingyuan was exceptionally easy to read. His thoughts were practically written all over his face. Wenren Yan understood as well. If he said that after returning to Yanjing, he had been so busy that he hadn't even had time to send a WeChat message, would Ao Qingyuan believe him?

Immortal-Demon Duel was an S-level project that Canghai Media had invested heavily in, scheduled to air during winter break. To save time, the production had been split into A and B teams, and the daily filming workload was especially heavy. After a full day of shooting, the crew and cast were often too exhausted to speak. Whenever Wenren Yan was on set, he treated everyone to cold drinks and late-night snacks every day. After he left, Ao Qingyuan took to occasionally buying everyone cold drinks instead. But because Ao Qingyuan had to maintain his figure, he didn't dare eat late-night snacks himself. Naturally, he wouldn't buy them for others and torment himself. As a result, quite a few people on the crew missed Wenren Yan.

When they saw Wenren Yan return, everyone came over to greet him. Wenren Yan responded to each of them with gentle courtesy, then sat beside the set and patiently waited for Ao Qingyuan to finish filming.

Wenren Yan returned to the crew in the afternoon, while Ao Qingyuan didn't finish his night scenes until two in the morning. Ao Qingyuan hadn't expected Wenren Yan to wait on set for so long. The resentment in his heart immediately deflated with a pop, like a balloon pricked by a needle.

"Why did you stay on set for so long? Weren't you bored?"

"I was waiting for you to get off work." Wenren Yan gazed into Ao Qingyuan's eyes. "You said an apology needed sincerity."

Ao Qingyuan stretched. "I'm a little hungry too. Wait for me to remove my makeup, and we'll go get some late-night food together."

Wenren Yan smiled. "All right."

Ten minutes later, Ao Qingyuan emerged from the dressing room in a T-shirt and jeans. It was too late, and many restaurants had already closed. The two simply returned to the hotel, ordered several late-night dishes, and ate in their room.

Following Ao Qingyuan's preferences, Wenren Yan had specifically ordered two plates of crayfish—one spicy and one garlic-flavored. To look good on camera, Ao Qingyuan usually didn't eat much at night. But Wenren Yan understood his tastes too well. The crayfish and seafood congee he ordered were all Ao Qingyuan's favorites.

Ao Qingyuan tried to resist twice but failed both times. In the end, he gave in to his appetite and obediently sat down to peel crayfish and drink congee.

Wenren Yan discovered that although Ao Qingyuan had a pair of long, beautiful hands, they were not particularly nimble when peeling crayfish. He looked clumsy, clearly someone who rarely peeled them himself. Yet what surprised Wenren Yan even more was that Ao Qingyuan clumsily peeled an entire plate of crayfish meat, then pushed it all toward him.

"You treated me to late-night food, and I peeled shrimp for you. We're even." Ao Qingyuan's ears were slightly red. He had snapped at Wenren Yan so fiercely that afternoon, yet Wenren Yan had still been willing to wait for him for so long, all the way until he finished filming.

Looking at Wenren Yan, who had waited from the blazing sun until the moon hung high overhead, Ao Qingyuan suddenly felt that he had gone too far that afternoon. He felt a little guilty and a little ashamed. So while eating late-night food, he eagerly helped Wenren Yan peel crayfish, considering it an apology through his actions.

Wenren Yan hadn't expected that Ao Qingyuan, who looked so temperamental, would be so easy to appease in private. Before he had even apologized, Ao Qingyuan had already forgiven him, reflected on himself, and expressed his own apology through action in a complete reversal. The speed of it left Wenren Yan somewhat stunned.

Once he recovered, Wenren Yan laughed aloud for the first time. Symbolically, he ate one piece of crayfish meat, then pushed the remaining plate back to Ao Qingyuan. "Since we're even, then next, it's my turn to peel shrimp for you."

Ao Qingyuan raised a brow. "Why?"

"Because I want to peel them for you." As Wenren Yan spoke, he put on gloves and began peeling the crayfish. Compared with Ao Qingyuan's clumsiness, Wenren Yan was much faster. The crayfish meat he peeled was also more intact.

Ao Qingyuan stared in astonishment. "Didn't you study in the United States? Why are you so skilled at peeling crayfish? Do they sell spicy crayfish in the United States too?"

Wenren Yan smiled. "I can make it myself."

As he spoke, Wenren Yan pushed the crayfish he had peeled toward Ao Qingyuan. "When we have time someday, I'll make it for you."

Ao Qingyuan inexplicably felt a little guilty. "But I don't know how to make anything."

Wenren Yan smiled. "You don't need to cook. You just need to eat."

Author's note:

Thank you to all the little angels who gave me霸王票 or watered me with nutrient solution between 2020-05-23 19:26:16 and 2020-05-25 22:12:19~

Thank you to the little angels who gave landmines: Ni Keke, Feng Chu, 1 each;

Thank you to the little angels who gave nutrient solution: Huai Xu, 20 bottles; Feng Chu, 3 bottles;

Thank you all so much for your support. I'll keep working hard!