After a while, Ji Mian caught an Alpha and let him sit on the stool.
Ji Mian soaked a towel with clean water, bent down, and gently wiped the blood off Chu Shiye's face.
Chu Shiye was a little depressed, and said sullenly: “It’s not because of you.”
Ji Mian: “Yeah.”
Chu Shiye: "I'm doing this to make money."
Ji Mian: “Yeah.”
Chu Shiye: "I'm really not—"
Ji Mian stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth.
Chu Shiye: “…”
Maybe the candy was too sweet for him. After a pause of one second, Chu Shiye's expression became even more depressed: "I don't like candy."
Ji Mian smiled: "I gave it to you because I knew you didn't like it. This way you would say less."
Chu Shiye: “…”
Chu Shiye took the towel from Ji Mian's hand and wiped his face without saying a word.
There were no wounds on his face, just blood splattered from the beast, but he was not injured.
Ji Mian felt relieved and raised his hand: "Then, I'll give it to you first..."
Chu Shiye dodged his hand, quickly stood up and walked away: "I'm going to take a shower."
Ji Mian: ...Oh.
I am unwilling to allow him to receive spiritual counseling.
Or is it because of last time
Ji Mian looked at Chu Shiye's back and pondered for a moment.
I don't want him to get hurt, so I would rather not even repair his mental strength.
… How could there be such a person
Chu Shiye came out of the shower and found the floor a few steps away from the bed was completely empty.
He paused to wipe his hair.
Where is his quilt
Chu Shiye looked up again and saw Ji Mian sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his quilt leisurely.
Chu Shiye was silent and stretched out his hand.
"No," Ji Mian said, "Little boy, you want to sleep without doing your homework."
Chu Shiye: "... I'm not a kid."
"You are," Ji Mian said, "Come here."
He spread out his white fingers towards Chu Shiye. Chu Shiye stood there for a few seconds and then walked over slowly.
Just like before, Ji Mian's hand fell on Chu Shiye's face, his fingertips touching his eyebrows, and Chu Shiye closed his eyes.
He felt like he was soaking in a hot spring, the heat filling his limbs, seeping through his blood, and merging into his heart bit by bit.
His heart swelled and felt hot, like an inflating balloon, slowly accumulating air and gradually approaching a critical value... but it always stagnated at that line, unable to move forward.
Ji Mian took his hand back: "How is it?"
Chu Shiye moved his hands: "...It seems that there is still no change."
Ji Mian said: "Because this is only the second time."
"Don't worry, I will definitely let you summon your spirit body again."
His clear eyes were reflected in Chu Shiye's eyes, and Chu Shiye's eyes moved slightly: "Okay."
Ji Mian said in a relaxed tone: "Okay, go to sleep, here's your quilt."
He returned the quilt to Chu Shiye, and Chu Shiye hugged him.
One side of the quilt was warm with body temperature. Chu Shiye wanted to say something, but Ji Mian was already lying silently on the bed with his eyes closed.
His breath was light, his black hair fell on his pale skin, and he fell into a deep sleep in an instant.
Chu Shiye was startled for a moment, and put the back of his hand on Ji Mian's forehead. The temperature was icy cold, and cold sweat wet the corners of his forehead.
Chu Shiye: “…”
He squatted beside the bed, watching over the man quietly.