Ming Zhou could clearly feel a heat source slowly approaching him, and his nose was filled with the dry smell unique to Xiao Jinang. Although the other party's character was pure and harmless, at this moment, he had a bit of indescribable aggressiveness.
Xiao Jinang spoke in a hoarse voice, somewhat bewildered and at a loss: "Doctor Ming, I..."
He paused, and suddenly he didn't know what to say. His thumb fell on Ming Zhou's lips, and he uncontrollably rubbed the other's light-colored lips. The soft touch pulled the nerves in his brain, making that unknown desire even stronger.
This feeling was a little too unfamiliar to Xiao Jinang. He tried to seek help from the main brain to find out the next program action, but he received no response.
Ming Zhou hid his hands behind his back, his fingertips unconsciously clenched the edge of the stove, the cold marble countertop pressed against his palms, and it even slipped a little when it came into contact with the sticky cold sweat. His heart was beating like a drum, and he didn't know what Xiao Jinang was going to do, but he knew that the other party's next move would probably become a needle, and it would be difficult to end it after poking through the window paper.
A feeling of powerlessness suddenly spread throughout my body, and I couldn't explain the reason. I couldn't even do a simple move of turning my head to avoid the attack.
Xiao Jinang was getting closer and closer to Ming Zhou. He held her face quietly and devoutly. When he lowered his head, the hair on his forehead almost touched Ming Zhou's eyes. Their noses touched each other in the air. He hesitated whether to kiss her.
Xiao Jinang obviously realized that the meaning of this action was different from a hug. But he didn't understand why he had such a feeling of "desire" towards Ming Zhou.
He couldn't understand...
Xiao Jinang hesitated for just a second, and the pot on the stove suddenly began to boil, bubbling, which was particularly noticeable in the quiet kitchen.
“Gulp gulp—”
Ming Zhou suddenly woke up when he heard the sound of boiling water. He pushed Xiao Jinang away as if he had been electrocuted, and then took a few steps away in a slightly embarrassed manner. He fumbled on the cold marble countertop in a panic, trying to turn off the fire, but before he could touch the gas button, his wrist was suddenly pressed lightly.
"do not move-"
Xiao Jinang isolated Ming Zhou from the dangerous flames and reached out to turn off the gas button. The pot that had been bubbling just now calmed down instantly, like a boiling heart that finally returned to its original state for a short time and chose to lie dormant quietly.
Ming Zhou subconsciously retracted his hand and asked Xiao Jinang awkwardly, "Are the noodles cooked?"
Xiao Jinang glanced at the messy ingredients in the pot and said uncertainly, "It should be cooked."
Ming Zhou heard this and leaned over to open the cupboard. He was just about to find the tableware when he heard Xiao Jinang say, "Let me serve the rice. You go sit down."
Ming Zhou was blind, so no matter how many times he cooked, he always made a mess. Hearing this, he did not insist, but stood up a little later and went to sit at the dining table outside.
Xiao Jinang found a bowl in the kitchen, and clumsily filled two bowls of noodles with it. He then took out two pairs of chopsticks and walked out with the bowls. He sat down opposite Ming Zhou, put the bowl next to him, and whispered, "Be careful, it's hot. The chopsticks are here."
Ming Zhou's mind was in a mess. He didn't hear clearly what Xiao Jinang said. He responded randomly and fumbled to pick up the chopsticks to eat. As a result, his hands touched the edge of the bowl and he accidentally shrank back because of the burns.
Ming Zhou was stunned for a moment, as if to confirm something, and touched the bowl of noodles with his fingertips again. Finally, he confirmed that the thing in front of him was not the set of bone china tableware he usually used, but a stainless steel basin.
It seems to be a gift given when I bought something in the supermarket before.
"… "
Xiao Jinang also had a similar stainless steel instant noodle bowl in front of him. He was not particular about this, so he saw two identical iron basins in the cupboard and took one out to use. Seeing that Ming Zhou was not eating, he blinked curiously: "Is it too hot?"
Ming Zhou came back to his senses and shook his head: "Nothing."
He picked up the chopsticks, lowered his head and began to eat. He didn't know what the taste was. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Is it delicious?"
Xiao Jinang was eating noodles, slurping them up one by one. Upon hearing this, he said as a matter of course, "It's delicious."
Not as sweet as ice cream though.
Ming Zhou paused, pursed his lips and said a somewhat embarrassing fact: "... I don't think I added any salt."
I was so flustered in the kitchen just now that I forgot about it.
Xiao Jinang said, "It doesn't matter. It tastes good too."
He held a bowl of bland noodles and ate it with relish. In a short while, he had finished most of it. He was not picky at all.
Ming Zhou didn't say anything. He picked up a noodle with chopsticks and couldn't swallow it for a long time. He didn't know what he was thinking of, so he asked in a low voice, "Do you want to adopt that cat? The nurse said that after the infusion is finished tonight, we can take it away tomorrow. We just need to go there regularly for treatment."
After solving the cat's medical expenses, adoption is also a problem.
Xiao Jinang stopped eating noodles when he heard this, because he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have no house, and there was no way to bring living things into the energy ball. He couldn't keep them in Ming Zhou's house, that would be too much trouble for him.
Xiao Jinang looked at Ming Zhou eagerly: "Doctor Ming, that kitten is so cute."
Ming Zhou just nodded and said nothing, waiting for his next words.
Xiao Jinang simply got up from the chair, squatted on the ground, and rubbed his way to Ming Zhou's side: "Doctor Ming, I want to keep it, but I have no place to live now. Can I keep the kitten at your house temporarily?"
Ming Zhou had never raised an animal before, so he couldn't say he liked it, nor did he say he hated it. Although he had been mentally prepared, when he heard Xiao Jinang say he wanted to adopt the disabled cat, he couldn't help but feel a little moved. He lowered his eyes and said, "Taking care of a pet is not as easy as you think. If you adopt it and can't afford it, and you throw it on the roadside again, it's better to put it back in the first place."
He regarded Xiao Jinang as an immature teenager, thinking that the other party did not know how heavy the commitment of a life was, so he had to break it down and explain the truth in detail.
"If it keeps wandering and being disabled, over time, it will slowly get used to it and accept that kind of life..."
"But if you bring it home, give it shelter, feed it and give it water, and then you can't hold on any longer and you throw it back on the side of the road..."
Ming Zhou was silent for a moment, and finally uttered a sentence: "Xiao Jinang, it will hate you..."
"It will not be grateful for the warmth it received during that time. It will only think over and over again why it has to continue to wander, why it has to continue to get wet in the rain, why it has to pick up garbage on the roadside to eat..."
Who says redemption necessarily means gratitude
Just like the fairy tale in Arabian Nights, the devil sealed in the bottle has been waiting for someone to let him out. In the first hundred years, he promised to give endless wealth and glory to whoever could let him out; in the second hundred years, he promised to give the treasure of the whole world to whoever could let him out; in the third hundred years, he promised to fulfill the three wishes of whoever could rescue him.
But the seal on the bottle mouth never broke, and the person who saved him never showed up. So in the fourth hundred years, the devil changed his mind and decided to tear anyone who broke the seal on the bottle mouth into pieces and eat them alive.
There is no lasting emotion in this world. They are like wine. If the environment is bad, after a period of fermentation, the taste will change from mellow to bitter, and it will feel like a knife piercing your stomach when you swallow it.
Four hundred years is too long to produce fine wine, but only a jar of highly poisonous arsenic.
Xiao Jinang stared at Ming Zhou in a daze without saying anything. After a moment, he suddenly reached out and gently touched the corner of Ming Zhou's eyes, and whispered in his ear: "Doctor Ming, are you crying?"
Ming Zhou was stunned when he heard this. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek, but his fingertips suddenly touched something cold, like the liquid left after tears cooled down.
He cried
Ming Zhou couldn't quite believe it.
He never cried while sober.
So he thought there must be another reason.
Ming Zhou tilted his head slightly, fumbled for a tissue from the table, wiped the liquid off his face, and explained to Xiao Jinang without any emotion: "Blind people's eyes will be like this."
Xiao Jinang asked curiously, "Is it because your eyes are too sensitive?"
Ming Zhou nodded slightly and said, "No wind or strong light."
But now there is no wind and no light, only the thick night outside the window.
Xiao Jinang was relieved. He thought Ming Zhou was really crying. Because squatting on the ground was a bit tiring, he simply put his face on Ming Zhou's legs, pulled his hand and shook it gently, a bit like acting like a spoiled child, and looked at him and asked, "Then Dr. Ming, can I keep the kitten at your house?"
Ming Zhou's thighs were sensitive areas, and Xiao Jin'ang suddenly rested his head on them, causing him to shrink back for a moment due to the itch. However, Xiao Jin'ang seemed not to notice his abnormality, and he put his hands around Ming Zhou's calves, rested his chin on his legs, and continued to ask, "Doctor Ming, can we keep a kitten?"
Ming Zhou struggled slightly and signaled him to let go.
However, instead of letting go, Xiao Jinang even tilted his head and rubbed it against his legs. His hair was soft and fluffy, his eyes were clear and bright, and his dimples were deep when he smiled.
Ming Zhou blushed, and had to compromise, whispering, "Let go."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jinang quietly retracted his hand and asked cautiously, "Doctor Ming, can I keep a kitten?"
Ming Zhou did not fully agree: "... You can raise it, but you have to take care of it yourself."
Xiao Jinang thought this was not a big problem. He narrowed his eyes with joy and immediately patted his chest and promised, "I will definitely take good care of the kitten."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and added, "And you."
The kitten has one blind eye, and Mingzhou is blind in both eyes. Xiao Jinang feels that he also needs to take good care of Mingzhou.
Ding! Please note that the villain's blackness has dropped to 57. Please continue to work hard~
The system prompt sounded without warning. Xiao Jinang was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at Ming Zhou, only to see that he had already fumbled to get up and clean up the dishes. He turned and walked into the kitchen. The pale light from the ceiling poured down, casting a shadow on his thin shoulders, finally dispelling some of the darkness.
For some reason, Xiao Jinang was fascinated by the scene.
Ming Zhou seemed to be aware of the sight behind him. He paused in washing the dishes and said to Xiao Jingang without turning his head, "Go take a shower. It's getting late."
But he didn't say where he would sleep tonight.
Xiao Jinang couldn't help but think of what happened last time. He felt a little worried. He shook his head and moved into the kitchen: "I'll wash the dishes, you go take a shower."
He was afraid that when he went in to take a shower, something might happen to Ming Zhou that he didn't know about, so he decided to let the other person take a shower first this time.
There were only two bowls, Ming Zhou had actually almost finished washing them. Hearing this, he tilted his head slightly and asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to wash them?"
Xiao Jinang shook his head, a little stubbornly: "You wash first, I'll wash after you're done."
Ming Zhou seemed to have guessed something when he heard this, but he didn't say anything. He slowly wiped the bowl in his hand, then leaned over to put it in the cupboard, and then said, "Then I'll go first..."
Without saying a word, he went to the bedroom to find his pajamas, leaving one for Xiao Jinang, and then groped his way into the bathroom. With the sound of the door closing with a click, not long after, the sound of running water could be heard from inside.
Xiao Jinang was afraid that Ming Zhou would fall, so he stood guard at the bathroom door. He listened to the sound of running water from the door, and for some reason, he suddenly squatted on the ground with his knees hugged, and then slowly reached out to cover his red and hot ears.
No eavesdropping, no eavesdropping.
Xiao Jinang squatted on the ground against the wall, repeating this sentence over and over in his mind. He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice when the bathroom door was opened. It was not until a doubtful and tentative voice sounded above his head that he was suddenly awakened.
"Xiao Jinang?"
Ming Zhou had just come out of the bathroom, his body was still wet, and he was only wearing a white nightgown. Because he had never seen the sun when he was young, his skin always looked a little less red than that of ordinary people, but after taking a bath, it looked even more transparent and white.
The blind usually have a very accurate sixth sense. Ming Zhou intuitively felt that there was someone outside the door, so he tentatively shouted into the air. His bony hands held the door, his black hair drooped slightly, tiny drops of water dripped from the ends of his hair, and finally slowly disappeared into the loose bathrobe along his chest.
Xiao Jinang squatted on the ground, looked up blankly when he heard the words, and couldn't help but fall into a daze when he saw the situation: "..."