Chapter 015 (2/2)

“This bastard…” Su Yuyang tapped the table with his fingers, an ambiguous smile lingering at the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be thinking about what kind of lesson to teach Ling Miao.

For the next few days, Su Yuyang and Ling Miao’s cohabitation was uneventful. The month reached its end.

Near dinnertime, Ling Miao was working in the kitchen.

Su Yuyang emerged to get some water. As he returned to his room, he noticed Ling Miao’s busy silhouette and could not tear his gaze from Ling Miao.

Ling Miao looked small and slender; he was only 1.75 m tall (5’ 7”); his shoulders and waist were both narrow, evoking a protective instinct. Lower down was a tight and firm rump, and skinny jeans outlined the straight and long lines of his legs.

After admiring the view of Ling Miao’s back, Su Yuyang’s attention once again turned to Ling Miao’s actions. His gaze lingered Ling Miao’s hands; he saw Ling Miao putting food onto the plates then move to turn around.

“Damn!”

The instant Ling Miao turned, Su Yuyang quickly reacted, but Ling Miao had obviously seen Su Yuyang turn away his head.

“Dinnertime,” Ling Miao said flatly. He was not angry.

Su Yuyang was stunned and mechanically called out a response.

Su Yuyang displayed no embarrassment at having been caught peeping. Ling Miao, on the other hand, acted very differently from before.

Ling Miao poked at the rice in his bowl with his chopsticks, and occasionally brought several grains to his mouth. Su Yuyang had finished one bowl of rice and was about to tell Ling Miao to get him another, but his words stuck in his throat when he saw Ling Miao’s face.

The food in Ling Miao’s bowl did not seem to have lessened. Worry began to show between Su Yuyang’s eyebrows.

“Your face is so glum. Is there anything I can help with?”

“That…” Ling Miao looked at Su Yuyang and warmth radiated from his eyes. Su Yuyang met Ling Miao’s gaze without a change in expression, but his heart held a little regret: Ah, why was I such a busybody?

“Su-ge, it’s the end of the month. My salary…” Ling Miao said, then closed his mouth. He was about to continue speaking, but could only swallow the rest of his words under Su Yuyang’s stare.

Su Yuyang sat up straight and said thoughtfully, ”You had half a month of probation. According to our contract, the probation pay is one-fourth of your actual salary. But…”

Su Yuyang stopped, his tone growing cool. Ling Miao had not lost the track of the conversation; he seemed to have anticipated this. He said in frustration, “I’m late to work, and leave early. I don’t finish the tasks you give me, so it’s my own fault if my salary gets docked, but…”

“Since you know all that, then keep eating. I’m going to write.” Su Yuyang threw out these words, then left. His retreating silhouette was slightly abashed, but Ling Miao did not see it.

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