From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL) Chapter 53: Nourishing the Heart

Lan Qisheng gazed at Sian, who was still clearly a bit dishevelled by what had occurred previously.

In an attempt to placate his pouting lover, Lan Qisheng spoke to him in a soothing, endearing tone."You’re probably starving. Sorry, I’m late. We had an ergency eting, and it took so ti to extricate myself from that old codger, Lan. "I’ve brought so ingredients, so I’ll whip up sothing for you to eat, okay?"

Just as expected, the mont food was brought up, Sian’s eyes imdiately lit up, and all the rest of the grumpiness vanished without leaving a trace.

Who cared or had ti to waste their thoughts on so arbitrary, silly folks?

Food.

He could, at last, have a proper, yummy al.

Now, whether or not the respected Colonel was truly able to produce sothing edible or not—well, that was for Sian to determine upon tasting his creations.

Watching Sian so effortlessly distracted by food and forgetting his previous annoyance set Lan Qisheng in good spirits too.

The two lovers entered the kitchen, a cosy room filled with the warm light of a suspended pendant.

Lan Qisheng slipped into a brilliant, multicoloured apron that flapped wildly as he moved, hurrying forward eagerly to the stove.

The tantalizing scents of vegetable choppings and crackling oil perated the atmosphere as he neatly chopped, stirred, and boiled, enthralled by the rhythm of the cookery.

Sian, anwhile, sat on a high barstool against the counter, slouching forward with a mixture of respect and affection in their eyes. He watched intently, his heart filled with affection as the harried chef devoted his very heart to each bowl of food, taking humble ingredients and making them sothing transcendent.

Sian could not help but consider that having a lover was not so bad after all.

He liked the exhilarating sense of being soone special and loved and pampered. It was sothing new and pleasant that brought out the potential for love and intimacy.

Within a quarter of an hour, the table in front of Sian was full of various dishes.

Since it was already very late at night, Lan Qisheng did not prepare too greasy and heavy dishes.

He prepared a light porridge of at, a little bit of stir-fried slices of at, and a simple salad, while fruits and desserts were added at the end. He even placed a fried egg as per Sian’s special request.

The food was simple but wholeso, and Sian had eaten until his stomach was full and tight as a balloon.Whenever he was eating, he never took the ti to assist in washing dishes and cleaning up.

He simply walked into the living room and collapsed on the couch. He even unbuttoned the top button of his jeans so that his stomach would be flat.

The waistband was already getting a bit tight, and this was not a comfortable sensation.He was wearing a beige-coloured sweater and jeans, the warm colours giving his face a glow and his amber-tinted eyes shining through it. Naturally, these had also been his preferences as well as buys for him when he and Lan Qisheng were going out of the hospital.

It seed this guy had great taste.

But Sian found the jeans a bit restricting. He was not used to tight clothes, having always been a fan of looser, more comfortable attire in his past world—clothes that allowed for more room to move around and run.

As Lan Qisheng finished tidying up and ca into the living room, what greeted him was a breathtaking sight.

The beauty stretched out on the couch, with his arms flung loosely to the sides of his head in a languid pose.The softness of his sweater had crept up a bit, revealing a glimpse of his smooth, jade-coloured skin that glowed gently in the light.

Lan Qisheng’s eyes were helplessly drawn downwards, drinking in the view before him.

He swallowed, barely able to repress a sigh that struggled to get out.

The carefree radiance of the mont, as well as the sensuality of the mont, prevented him from tearing his eyes away.

The jeans hung provocatively open, and the undergarnts’ waistband was invitingly exposed just enough to arouse the eye.

"Is it testing my patience, little squirrel?" Lan Qisheng breathed quietly to himself, the words almost lost.

He moved over to sleeping Sian, extending a hand to actually buckle the jeans before pulling the sweater down over that tempting bare sliver of skin.

Lan Qisheng fingers hesitated for a second before he played his fingers through Sian’s silky hair. It wasn’t until then that it finally crossed his mind—Sian was usually an absolutely light sleeper.

He had even been punched twice before for disturbing him inconsiderately.

But now the teenager was sleeping peacefully, his breathing regular, not showing any sign of noticing him.

[Does it an that Sian trusts instinctively? That’s why he no longer feels the need to observe cautiously?] Lan Qisheng believed so, a faint smile on his lips. A warm comfort grew in his heart as a tender bud blood into a beautiful, captivating flower.

He couldn’t help but feel more cheerful.

He enjoyed the way Sian was slowly getting used to having him around, each eting leading them closer to sothing deeper.

It wasn’t solely Sian’s adjustnt to his presence; he wished to be important to Sian, soone he could trust.

He wished to be soone so important that even the possibility of separation would seem impossible, a knot knotted by love and trust.

And he would do everything in his power to make it happen.

With that in consideration, Lan Qisheng picked up Sian in a princess carry with ease.

When the latter only grunted in slumber before relaxing again, Lan Qisheng grinned for what felt like the hundredth ti that night.He leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on Sian’s forehead, filled with love and affection.

Then, cradling his sleeping prince in his arms, he swept him off to bed.

And, naturally, the bedroom he took Sian to was his private bedroom—the one room that was forrly strictly forbidden to all cors, even to his own grandfather.

...not anymore.

From this evening on, it would be the couple’s room.