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Seeing Zhuo Yang downplay it, I felt even more uneasy. Especially the bloody scene in the morning made me feel sour.
Zhuo Yang seemed very puzzled about this.
"Don't you like watching horror movies? You should be able to handle a plot like this..."
"… "
Wa Wa spat out the sour water in his mouth, looked at Zhuo Yang weakly and said: "I am a warrior in the virtual world, but I am a pitiful coward in the real world."
I was unable to accept the bloody scene, and Zhuo Yang didn't seem to be prepared to tell me in detail about this matter. He just handed me some water and then started to think about something.
"So... you don't like this..."
"Puh." I spit out the water in my mouth, looking angry, "Who would like something so bloody and heavy-tasting?"
Zhuo Yang didn't speak for a long time. He just wiped the sparkling glass and seemed to be talking to himself.
"What if I did something so bloody?"
I thought I heard it wrong, so I turned around and asked again.
But Zhuo Yang had already closed his mouth, like a clam shell. No matter how I knocked or pried it open, he remained silent.
Never mind. I'm too lazy to care.
However, I don’t know if it was because I had a trauma from the haunted house, or because I caught a cold from coming out in the sea breeze late at night, but I just had acid reflux in the morning, and by the afternoon I was lying in Zhuo Yang’s arms, dying.
Yes, I have a cold and a fever.
I had no idea how Zhuoyang brought me to the hospital. I only knew that when I woke up, I was already in Zhuoyang's arms and was taken back home in a very safe way.
"Are you awake?" Seeing that I woke up, Zhuo Yang handed me a glass of water.
Eh... He has become a lot gentler and more considerate recently, and he even remembers to give me honey water when I'm thirsty.
So, good men are trained and educated.
My throat was dry, and I drank a glass of water before the bitterness in my mouth was less severe.
"What's wrong with me?" My head felt heavy and my whole body felt weak.
Zhuo Yang shook his head and handed the plate to me.
"Are you hungry? I cooked some porridge..."
Sorry, I really don't want to dislike Zhuo Yang.
But his cooking skills have been proven countless times... but they are really not that good.
Will I be poisoned by his porridge
I looked at him with a half-doubt and said with a wry smile, "Well... I don't think I'm very hungry..."
Of course I was lying. I just disliked what Zhuoyang made because it was inedible.
But at this moment, my stomach suddenly started to growl.
Of course the lie was exposed. Zhuo Yang was stunned for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.
"Don't worry... it's cooked... I... I've been cooking for a long time..."
I am a soft-hearted woman after all.
And, most importantly, I was really hungry. In the face of hunger, everything else can be ignored.
Besides, Zhuoyang’s craftsmanship is not that bad.
I calmly spat out the eggshell in my mouth and praised him sincerely.
"Oh... the egg porridge is good."
It’s really good, at least it’s cooked.
"Really?" Zhuo Yang's cold expression finally showed a crack. He looked very proud, but he pretended to be indifferent.
"Yeah." I was laughing in my stomach, but nodded to him seriously, "Yes... I never lie."
Zhuo Yang seemed to be encouraged, "Then I will continue to cook for you tomorrow?"
“…” I think I know what it means to shoot oneself in the foot.
I decided to defeat the virus demon with unprecedented energy.
Because I'm tired of the bland... Actually, strictly speaking, it's the fishy egg porridge with countless egg shells. Even if my stomach stones can digest it... But I don't want to waste digestive juices on these crappy egg shells.
Slam the table! I've had enough.
With Zhuoyang's careful care, my cold recovered quickly.
Three days later, I was a live fish.
The first thing I did when I got better was to have a big banquet and have a good, normal meal.
only-
I guessed the beginning, but forgot the ending.
When I walked into the kitchen and saw the mess and darkness, I suddenly thought of Zhuo Yang's aggrieved words, "I cooked for a long time."
Damn it, where does this violent feeling in my heart come from? Why do I have such an urge to beat someone up
On this day, I didn't eat any of the delicious food I had expected for three days. Zhuoyang brought me a takeaway pizza.
I originally didn't like Western fast food, but compared to the three-day-old fishy egg porridge covered with egg shells, pizza is simply a delicacy.
I spent a whole day cleaning the kitchen, and Zhuoyang was very sorry about that, so he actually offered to help.
But-
As a young master, he could only make things more troublesome after coming in.
I couldn't stand it any longer, so I finally beat the evil creature out.
In the evening, I finally cleaned up the kitchen. Everything was back to normal, but I was too tired to cook anymore.
Zhuoyang also appeared to be extremely depressed all day long. Through the last time we were beaten, I discovered that he was a very chauvinistic, independent, and self-respecting man.
He always thought that there was nothing in this world that he couldn't do. But...
Cooking was one of the things he couldn't do.
After washing the fruit, I took the initiative to hand him an apple.
"Are you okay? By the way... Is my hand healed? And my leg... Should we go for a follow-up check-up..."
Zhuo Yang still looked depressed, but he moved his hand back when he took the apple.
"Are you hiding something from me?" Seeing Zhuo Yang's face turn from depressed to unnatural, I almost immediately thought of what he had done to offend me again.
Zhuo Yang shook his head, "No... You think too much... I'm so sleepy... I want to sleep."
This is the typical escape in the legend.
I grabbed Zhuo Yang's hand and felt his hand tremble slightly in my palm. The strange touch made me hold his hand and come under the light.
Suddenly, in a bright light that could no longer be avoided, Zhuo Yang's scarred hands appeared in front of me.
The hand that was scratched some time ago has almost healed, but there are other wounds next to the hideous wound.
I've been in the kitchen for a long time, so I know these are burns.
Some of the blisters have broken and are oozing yellow water, but some are still sparkling and look very scary.
My lips moved, and the scolding that I wanted to blurt out turned into a sigh in the end.
"If you can't do it, don't force yourself. I... I'm not asking you to become someone who is not yourself..."
love-
It shouldn't be like this... I want him to be happy, I want him to be happy.
Instead of changing into a Zhuoyang who is not like Zhuoyang for my sake.
That's not what I want.
The blisters were so big that I had to prick them with a needle. In some places, the blisters had broken and seemed to be infected and festering.
I felt a little distressed, so I used a cotton swab to slowly squeeze out the blood, disinfected it with alcohol, and finally applied burn ointment.
Zhuo Yang's hand is covered with scars of all sizes, and I am a little puzzled.
"Aren't you in pain?"
"I'm a man, it doesn't matter if I'm thick-skinned and thick-fleshed."
"Really?" I squeezed the festering flesh maliciously and said with a fake smile, "It really doesn't hurt?"
Feeling the hand under his palm tremble, Zhuo Yang turned his head away, looking proud and vulnerable, but he didn't say anything else.
Let’s bring up the old topic again.
"Honestly... you don't have to do this... you should be such a cold and arrogant boy... instead of..."
Sometimes I think Zhuoyang’s change is what I like and what I want, but now seeing his transformation, I feel that it is not what I want.
In my heart, he has actually been decided.
It's that look, exactly that look.
So, no matter what changes he makes, I will find it very strange and unfamiliar.
really-
Am I too self-destructive
However, compared to the confusion in my heart, Zhuo Yang seemed very calm.
"You are not me... How do you know if I am willing..."
Zhuo Yang’s words left me speechless, but deep down I understood it too well.
If Zhuoyang doesn't look back, if he doesn't do all he has done, we can go back to the past.
I told him the truth, but all I got in return was a nod and a smile from Zhuoyang.
"You said... that we should not quarrel during this period and live happily together... even if... even if we separate in the future, we will not regret it."
It turned out that he was in this mood.
So, I also understood a little bit.
Of course, knowing it in your heart is one thing, but as for the kitchen—
That is still Zhuoyang's forbidden area.
Life is peaceful and calm.
Although I cannot say that Zhuo Yang and I live a comfortable life, to be honest, this may be the happiest life of my life.
We are like a loving couple, pestering each other every day, entangled in trivial matters, occasionally quarreling over trivial matters, but quickly kissing and making up.
Of course, we are not a real couple.
We never made love.
But I know Zhuoyang really wants to.
In fact, it's not just him. Sometimes I also really want to be hugged.
As I said before, Zhuo Yang and I used to get along best in bed.
He has good skills, his strength and hardness are both lasting, and he is also a gentle person. I am almost 30 years old, so it is not surprising that I have such a desire.
But sometimes I feel like I have no moral integrity. We both have no future, but we desire each other's bodies.
Zhuoyang would kiss me whenever he had nothing to do. Unlike the previous times when I forced myself to have sex with him when he was horny, Zhuoyang seemed very polite.
As long as I said no, he would stop like a gentleman even if his eyes were full of green.
But…
He must not know that sometimes, I hate a gentleman like him.
Don’t women sometimes want men to be stronger... tougher...