Gotta call Little Tian!

His left hand is so cool too!

"Now I'll make an iced latte," Yan Hang said softly, "Lattes should be layered, but it's not too difficult."

Chu Yi felt an urge to quit again.  

Yan Hang took a cup, put in some ice cubes, poured in milk and syrup and stirred, then took a long spoon and started to slowly pour coffee into the cup along the spoon.  

"Go slower and keep the angle wide, that way you can get the layers," Yan Hang said, "Then add a layer of foam at the end."

Chu Yi watched, a little spellbound.

When Chu Yi brought the coffee Yan Hang made over to the girls, they looked very satisfied.

But one girl started stirring the nicely layered iced latte immediately, turning it into a mess. He suddenly felt very distressed.  

"She just stirred it all up!" Chu Yi said quietly, leaning on the counter.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang smiled, "Some people like to drink it in layers, some people like it all mixed up."  

"Wasteful," Chu Yi said, "Why even layer it then."

"You're so nosy," Yan Hang said, "Come here, I'll teach you to make other things."

There weren't too many customers tonight. After the girls left, two couples came, one ordered coffee, the other juice.  

Yan Hang didn't make the drinks himself this time, but stood by Chu Yi's side directing him.

Clumsy.  

His grandma used to call him that all the time, Chu Yi didn't think it was fair but was too lazy to argue. Today he finally felt his grandma had a point.  

He was clumsy. Although he made everything alright in the end, and from the customers' reactions the taste was fine too, compared to Yan Hang's graceful movements, he was ten thousand grandmas away.

Leaning on the counter at 9:30, he let out a sigh, "So tiring."  

"Actually it's just these few things, get used to it after 2-3 days," Yan Hang said, "Small shops don't have high standards either, customers won't nitpick, at most they'll say the coffee doesn't taste good."

"Must've tasted good today," Chu Yi smiled.  

"Do I still need to go home first tomorrow?" Yan Hang asked.  

Chu Yi didn't respond, feeling a little embarrassed. If Yan Hang hadn't been here today, he probably would've closed up by 8.  

At 10 Chu Yi had tidied up the counter and closed up on time.  

There weren't many people left on the street, but the bars and KTVs nearby were still lively.  

Chu Yi looked around cautiously front, back, left and right. Not noticing anything suspicious, he slowly walked towards the main street with Yan Hang.  

The night wind was very cold. He looked at Yan Hang. Yan Hang was wearing a thick coat and looking very cool, but the wind probably still got through.  

"Are you cold?" Chu Yi asked.

"Freezing to death," Yan Hang exaggerated, tucking his neck in.  

Chu Yi paused in surprise, then quickly took off his padded coat.  

Seeing that, Yan Hang laughed, "What're you doing?"

"This is warm," Chu Yi said.  

"Aren't you cold?" Yan Hang asked.  

"Not cold," Chu Yi answered decisively.  

"Alright, freeze then," Yan Hang took his coat and put it on, "Don't cry if you catch a cold later."

"Won't happen," Chu Yi said.  

It was very cold. Under his coat he only wore a t-shirt and a thin tracksuit. The wind now blew right through him.  

But he knew he'd be fine. He always dressed like this since he was young. Even in winter he just wore his old faded down jacket with holes for years, never catching colds. He was hardened.  

But when they reached the street corner, he still sneezed.  

Barely held it in all this while.  

Felt a little embarrassed.

"Dumb dog," Yan Hang took off his coat and put it around him, hugging him, "You're frozen through, know what overexerting yourself means?"  

He suddenly felt his face flush red. When he got out of the car, a gust of cold wind blew by but couldn't cool down the warmth on his face.  

Back at Yan Hang's home, he was greeted by another wave of warmth that left his whole face hot. His ears started burning as well.

"Hey," Yan Hang looked at him, "what's up?"

"What?" Chu Yi asked strongly.  

"Your face is all red," Yan Hang touched his face, "from the wind?"

"Yeah," Chu Yi quickly nodded, "windburnt."

Yan Hang laughed. "Go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow to help Old Cui sort some things."

"Oh," Chu Yi looked at him, "a part-time job?"

"Free labor," Yan Hang said. "Money crazed."

"If I had 100,000," Chu Yi said, "I wouldn't be money crazed anymore."

"Oh dear," Yan Hang laughed as he took his clothes off, "here, take my card then."

"No thanks," Chu Yi looked at the coffee table, "I'll earn it myself."

Yan Hang laughed while undressing. By the time he went to the bathroom to wash up and walked back to the bedroom, his t-shirt was off, exposing his bare upper body.  

Chu Yi felt like his eyesight was getting better. From the corners of his eyes he could see Yan Hang's beautiful waistline.  

But after ogling for a few seconds he snapped back to his senses and walked into the bedroom. "How are your wounds?"

"Wanna see?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah." Chu Yi nodded.

Yan Hang turned his side to him and peeled off the small bandage on his waist. "Scabbed over. I just keep the bandage on now to avoid irritation."

"Oh." Chu Yi frowned.  

The wound had indeed scabbed over but the shape of the knife cut could still be clearly seen, somewhat gruesome.

"The surgical cut has healed too," Yan Hang turned around and took off the bandage on his lower abdomen. "Still a bit sore when pressed but otherwise I don't feel anything."

Chu Yi felt bad that even when fully healed, these two scars would likely remain forever.

"Help me put on two new bandages," Yan Hang passed him a first-aid kit and lay down on the bed. "Ah... feels so good lying down."

Chu Yi took out a folded piece of gauze and covered the wound, then taped a few strips of medical tape over it.  

The bandage looked a bit sloppy. He gently pressed down on it with his palm.  

He instantly felt the smooth and firm skin of Yan Hang's flat lower abdomen rising and falling with his breath.  

He quickly retracted his hand. "I'll go wash my face."

Yan Hang leaned against the headboard, opened his phone, and browsed through piles of comments on Weibo.  

He didn't use to read comments much, just skimmed through them once in a while. There weren't many comments and they were mostly from the same people. But recently his Weibo follower count shot up and the comments became much more numerous, though still more or less the same - various fan comments and many asking for little handsome Chu Yi's Weibo handle.  

He smiled and put his phone aside with a yawn.  

Chu Yi must have a Weibo account but he hadn't asked about it.  

Just as he slid down to lie properly on the pillow, Chu Yi's phone on the bed rang.  

"Phone call!" Yan Hang called out, "Chu Yi!"

"Oh!" came Chu Yi's voice.