"Would you like to eat no more?" Lu Zhicheng looked at the remaining half bowl of vegetable porridge, a little surprised, "Would you like to eat no more?"
Zhou Chi ignored him, lay down on the soft pillow and closed his eyes, obviously not intending to pay attention to him anymore.
Lu Zhicheng looked like a child who had done something wrong. He scratched his head and then carried the tray over. At the same time, he took a handkerchief and wiped Zhou Chi's mouth. After a pause, he poured tea for Zhou Chi to rinse his mouth.
But where has he ever served anyone? The tea was a bit hot. Zhou Chi held the hot tea in his mouth and frowned. Before Lu Zhicheng could get the spittoon, he already sprayed a mouthful of hot tea on Lu Zhicheng's body.
Lu Zhicheng was startled. He squatted down and asked in a hurry: "What's wrong? Is the water too hot?"
Zhou Chi was so irritated that he threw the tea cup to the ground with a bang, and the tea immediately flowed all over the floor. He was never a person with a bad temper, but at this time he couldn't help but want to get angry.
Lu Zhicheng was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything. He was so busy that he went to get a glass of cold water. At this time, Zhou Chi had already turned away angrily.
"Zhou Chi, Zhou Chi," Lu Zhicheng lowered his voice and coaxed Zhou Chi in a low voice, with a bit of confusion in his tone, "I poured you another cup of tea. It's cold. Take a sip. Guaranteed not to burn your mouth…”
Zhou Chi now becomes extremely irritable whenever he hears his voice. If he could have moved, he would have escaped early. But now, he can only clench his fists with both hands and grit his teeth so hard that his gums will be bitten. Bleeding is coming.
"Zhou Chi, take a sip, just take a small sip..." Lu Zhicheng's voice became even lower, pitiful, a bit like a pug that just wanted to try to please its master. He didn't dare to touch Zhou Chi, and he didn't even dare to breathe. He dared to speak loudly. He was so upset that he couldn't even pour a cup of tea. "Zhou Chi, I will pay attention when I pour tea in the future. I will never burn you again, Zhou Chi..."
"Put it there." Zhou Chi was annoyed by him and really didn't want to hear him chattering like this anymore, so he frowned.
Lu Zhicheng was so busy that he put the tea cup on the bedside, but he still sat on the edge of the bed with his head languidly. From time to time, he turned his head and secretly glanced at Zhou Chi, staring at the back of Zhou Chi's head. He felt lustful several times. He stopped talking.
Lu Zhicheng lowered his head, rubbed his hands, and after a long time he spoke cautiously: "Zhou Chi, you...were you also...poisoned at that time?"
Zhou Chi raised his eyebrows suddenly, turned his head, and looked at Lu Zhicheng coldly: "What else do you think? Do you think that if I like a man, I will rush to have sex with you?"
Lu Zhicheng had never heard such rude words before, let alone coming from the mouth of a gentle man like Zhou Chi. He was shocked for a moment and couldn't help but wave his hands and said: "I... I didn't mean that! Zhou Chi, don’t get me wrong! I swear that’s not what I meant!”
"Then what do you mean?" Zhou Chi's voice was very low, but his tone was frighteningly cold, "You know I like men, but are you afraid that I will get involved with you? Lu Zhicheng, you don't have to worry, I, Zhou Chi, haven't It’s so despicable.”
Lu Zhicheng was so choked by his words that he could barely breathe. After a while, he said softly: "Zhou Chi, you know, I definitely don't think of you like this."
Zhou Chi was startled and said nothing, then turned his head away. Lu Zhicheng thought that he was ignoring him again and was blaming himself for saying the wrong thing again, so he listened to Zhou Chi slowly say: "Then you want to know What?"