Chapter 065 (1/2)

The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant

Translator: Jury

Editor: NomNom

First Published on Chaleuria

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Chapter Sixty-five

Ling Miao panted as he stood in the doorway. He considered going into the room, then hesitated again. Seeing this, Su Yuyang laughed: “What are you standing there for? Get me a cup of water.” He shot Ling Miao a look.

Ling Miao took two steps in and picked up Su Yuyang’s cup from the writing desk. “Cold water or hot water?” Before Su Yuyang could speak, Ling Miao made the decision for him: “Better hot water. You don’t like the cold.”

Su Yuyang wanted to say, Just because I don’t like the cold doesn’t mean I can’t drink cold water! But seeing the resolute look in Ling Miao’s eyes, he nodded in silent agreement.

Ling Miao turned and left the room, but Su Yuyang’s gaze lingered at the doorway. Soon, Ling Miao returned with a full cup of water. He hadn’t brought the lid with him, and he was also walking quickly, so some of the water sloshed out and wet his clothes.

Su Yuyang took the cup and took a small sip. Seeing the wet spot on Ling Miao’s chest, he said jokingly: “Your clothes are thirsty, too?”

“Ah?” Ling Miao lowered his head to look, then rubbed his head and said awkwardly: “I’ll go change.” He got up and walked out, but Su Yuyang’s cold voice came from behind him: “Your clothes are in my room, aren’t they?”

Ling Miao froze and cursed silently Fuck. I moved everything else out, but I forgot my clothes!

Ling Miao wasn’t sure when Su Yuyang would wake up, so he had moved basically all his things into Su Yuyang’s room. When Su Yuyang seemed about to wake up, he had moved his things back out, but he had forgotten his clothes in the nightstand. o(╯□╰)o

Ling Miao mechanically turned his head and smiled ingratiatingly. “Ah, Su-ge… you should rest. I’m going to change.” Ling Miao walked to the other side of the bed, retrieved his clothes, and fled.

Su Yuyang watched Ling Miao’s fleeing back, a smile appearing on his face without his knowledge.

Several minutes later, Ling Miao returned.

Su Yuyang was in the same position as before. Ling Miao walked over and turned Su Yuyang’s body to face the other direction, berating him: “Aren’t you tired of lying like this?”

Su Yuyang kept smiling and didn’t say anything. Ling Miao was both angry and happy. He covered Su Yuyang with the blanket and said in resignation: “Forget it. Since you’re sick, I won’t quibble. What do you want to eat tonight?”

Su Yuyang looked thoughtful, and Ling Miao very patiently waited for his answer.

“Congee,” Su Yuyang said with effort.

Ling Miao asked: “Preserved egg lean meat congee, or corn soup, or green bean soup, or pumpkin congee?”

“You decide.” Su Yuyang continued to speak in the manner he did before. He really didn’t have much energy.

Su Yuyang’s current condition made Ling Miao’s heart ache, so he didn’t keep asking. He put the lid on the cup and put it on the nightstand, instructing: “If you need anything, call me. I’m going to write.”

“Stay here beside me.” Su Yuyang glanced to the side. “I remember you have a bedside desk.”

“With you looking on, how can I concentrate on writing? Also, is it really okay for me to write on your bed?” Ling Miao rolled his eyes at Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang was aware of this, and said indifferently: “As you wish, then.”

Ling Miao went out, but came back not even a minute later.

He set up the bedside desk and sat on the bed.

Su Yuyang teased: “With me looking on, how can you concentrate on writing?”

“I’m training myself, all right?” Ling Miao retorted.

A few seconds later Su Yuyang heard the sound of the keyboard. He turned his head, raised his eyes and looked at Ling Miao’s expression of concentration from below.

The sound of the rain outside grew louder, pounding against the glass as if trying to make its way inside. Ling Miao frowned: his train of thought had been interrupted by the rain outside.

“Fuck,” Ling Miao cursed softly. He turned and looked at Su Yuyang and said weakly, ”Writer’s block.”

“Mm?” Su Yuyang looked at Ling Miao in confusion.

Ling Miao took out the detailed outline of Su Yuyang’s feedback on his novel. He laughed in satisfaction, like he was tugging on Su Yuyang’s pigtails: “Su Yuyang, you read my novel pretty closely.”

“I did it out of boredom. Read it and have a good laugh, that’s enough.” Su Yuyang didn’t seem to care too much. He didn’t even ask how the notes had landed in Ling Miao’s hands.

Ling Miao carefully put all the papers back in a stack, then put a binder clip on them. He said treasuringly: “I want to keep all of these.”

Seeing Ling Miao’s childish actions, warmth trickled through Su Yuyang’s heart. It made him happy that Ling Miao treasured the feedback he had taken great pains to put together. Su Yuyang’s hand landed on Ling Miao’s leg, and Ling Miao gave a start and jerked his leg away. Su Yuyang’s hand closed on air and even though his expression didn’t change muh, he didn’t feel too good about it. Ling Miao saw Su Yuyang’s disappointment and regret, packed up his feelings and said gratefully: “Thank you for your feedback. I’m editing according to your suggestions.”