78 NINTH RAINBOW

Yibo groaned for effect, sitting up, and then headed towards the bathroom. When Xiao Zhan was straining the French Press, and had poured a cup for him and Yibo, Yibo entered the kitchen looking half awake, a better look than five minutes ago.

Xiao Zhan pressed a kiss to Yibo's neck, handing him his mug and headed towards the couch. His drawing sat unfinished, awash with burgeoning sunlight.

"Oh, I got your mother some organic, high grade beef. You keep reminding me how she's a food fanatic. Guo Cheng has to collect it for me."

"I can collect it," said Xiao Zhan, soaking in the warmth of his mug.

Yibo's eyes were already to his phone, one hand carelessly juggling his coffee. "Nope. It's a gift for your parents. Guo Cheng will get it for me. I may have also gotten some of the supposed best imported coffee beans. It cost a fortune, so I hope it's good. I got some for you too. Well us. I got some for us."

"For me to brew."