Chapter 72 Dalang, it's time to take your medicine
Bai Yu returned on Thursday. With a secret, he felt like a bigtime traitor, therefore he was overcautious when he entered the door.
But this time, the first thing he saw when he returned was Wen Fengjin, who was going to take water upstairs, not Wang Xiaomie, who was sitting on the sofa playing games or watching a drama.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination. He felt as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of him in an instant after entering the door, transforming him into cooked food in a vacuum-packed bag.
An ice-cold something skated across his neck, pausing on the carotid artery, causing Bai Yu's arms to erupt in goosebumps.
He trembled, and just as he was about to catch the unfathomable coldness, it vanished.
So he didn't realize that within a hundredth of a second after he entered the door, Wen Fengjin intended to strangle him, then remembered Wang Xiaomie's remark, 'There is much trouble in front of a widower's door; love is a light,' and chose to guard against him for the time being.
Bai Yu, who was wandering around the death line with nothing but goosebumps, thought big-heartedly: Today's air-conditioning is excessively cold.
"Mr. Wen."
Bai Yu said hello quietly. Wen Fengjin's scary eyes made him nervous in Wang Xiaomie's absence.
"Mn."
Wen Fengjin replied indifferently, those weird long and narrow eyes staring at him silently.
Bai Yu held his breath like a frog marked by a snake. The intense pressure caused cold sweat to drip down his brow, and he had the illusion that what he had done had been found a long time ago.
But how is that even possible?!
Would he still be alive if it was discovered that he poisoned Wang Xiaomie? He reasoned that if such were the case, Boss Wen would have wrung his head off by now.
"He's resting."
Wen Fengjin spoke up abruptly. Even though the god-like indifferent and gorgeous silver-haired man didn't raise his head even slightly, his glance skimmed across Bai Yu's face as if he was looking down at him. When the other side became increasingly desperate to flee, he took the water glass and walked upstairs.
"Don't bother him today."
The final sound was mingled with ice shards and drifted through the air.
The footsteps sounded distant as Bai Yu gasped, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, and ran back to his own downstairs room.
Wen Fengjin entered the bedroom, shut the door, and placed the water glass on the bedside table.
He sat on the bed's edge, and the enormous soft bed sank and bounced.
Wang Xiaomie, who didn't seem well, opened his eyes and was taken aback by Wen Fengjin's expression. He promptly touched his chest and felt relieved to feel his heartbeat, which was slow but still strong.
"Hey, aren't I still alive? What's with the expression? Are you going to turn into a huge monster and destroy the world to add to Ultraman's burden, buddy?!"
That’s the victim's family's expression! You scared me into thinking I’m dying when I opened my eyes.
The strange long and narrow eyes were half-closed, their black lashes thick and lengthy. Wang Xiaomie always imagined himself plunging into his eyelashes, which threw a shadow over his already dark eyes.
Oh, my goodness! Wang Xiaomie smacked his lips and cautiously asked Wen Fengjin, "Are you blackening?"
"..."
Wen Fengjin snorted with a faint smile, pinched Wang Xiaomie's cheek, and pulled the soft flesh in his hand.
"He's here."
He? Wang Xiaomie stared blankly for a moment, then realized, and his face turned bitter. He saved his pinched cheek and said carelessly: "Oh, Bai Yu has returned. It looks like I'll have to drink poison again."
"I almost died the day before yesterday. I haven't totally recovered yet, but I'll drink it again today."
Tragic and solemn, Wang Xiaomie swatted away Wen Fengjin's paws that were rubbing his face, turned his head, and shrank under the covers, "It's too cruel. Yi Yan is really too cruel."
"Regret it?"
Wen Fengjin spoke casually, but a sinister light flashed in his eyes, as though the instant Wang Xiaomie expressed regret, he would snap Bai Yu's neck!
The next instant, Wang Xiaomie turned back without warning and caught Wen Fengjin's expression.
"I knew it!" Wang Xiaomie rolled his eyes, "What are you thinking about!?"
"Nothing." Wen Fengjin was not at all nervous about getting caught. The malice vanished in the blink of an eye. Rather, he smiled warmly and whispered, "I'm thinking of you."
Wang Xiaomie didn't become irritated because he didn't admit it, but instead laughed exposing his small tiger teeth.
He said: "Widower~"
"..."
Wen Fengjin's smile stiffened.
Wang Xiaomie smirked again: "Love is a light~"
"..."
Wen Fengjin was silent.
Wang Xiaomie: "Green..."
"Shut up!"
"Pfft! Hahaha!"
Wen Fengjin gritted his teeth and raised his slender brows high, ready to lash out at the little ba$tard who was rolling on the bed laughing, but he showed a helpless smile in less than three seconds.
Leaning forward to push down on the twisting figure, the brightly smiling peach blossom eyes were as clear as the sky after a storm, and the warm face smiled.
Xiaomie's lips were pale, as if something had taken a heavy toll on him. His vigor had been depleted by the blood sacrifice. He was seriously weakened after the near-death experience, and his eyes had lost their luster.
Wen Fengjin’s heart ached.
Shixiong didn't want him to be too aggressive, so he was joking despite his pain. His shixiong, his Mian Deng, his Xiaomie…never made inappropriate jokes.
He will only attempt to make people happy and warm.
From the Millennium Northland's greed to the putrid tumultuous era, he sought to like everyone in the academy.
Be it the insignificant lady who served him extra vegetables in the academy's dining hall; be it the unfortunate him he'd given his life to...
Sir Demon Lord had been merciless his entire existence, having felt all of the world's anguish and loss, as well as bestowing pain and despair on countless people, but that didn't mean he wouldn't feel sorry for anyone.
He did.
His heart was quivering and twitching right now, and it hurt so much that he wanted to keep the person who was working hard to jest in the mausoleum's coffin, or eat the person directly into his stomach, so he couldn't escape and no one could harm him.
And also let himself be free from this agony.
But it was impossible. Sir Demon Lord had failed in the past. He forced himself to imprison the love in front of him, engrave it on his soul, etch it in his bones, and even become a person who had been obsessed with it for thousands of years.
However, his previous life was bleak; it was the end when he desired to start anew.
Wen Fengjin bent his head and suckled and kissed Wang Xiaomie's lips. Xiaomie's lips were dry and his mouth tasted bitter.
Wang Xiaomie, still a little shy, raised his head and closed his eyes.
Wen Fengjin eventually let him go. The deathly pale face that stung his eyes had finally dyed crimson. He hooked his lips and said, feeling a little better:
"I told Bai Yu that you needed to rest today so he will find you tomorrow. I'll give you twice as much blood today and lie down with you, okay?"
Wen Fengjin laid on his side on the bed, supported his head with one hand and dropped his head to stare at the guy gasping on the bed, while using the other hand to smooth the tangled hair on Wang Xiaomie's cheeks and tuck it behind his ears. His lanky form was emphasized by his black fitting trousers and gray V-neck shirt.
Wen Fengjin is so beautiful...
Wang Xiaomie covered half of his face with the quilt as he gasped slowly from the kiss. His cheeks were flushed as he smacked his lips a few times.
"Fengjin, hehe."
Boss Wen could tell his lover was going to be foolish by his giggling. He was silent for a second before responding.
"Mn."
Wang Xiaomie hehe-ed in a low voice.
"Um, I want to papapa."
"......"
Wen Fengjin’s lips twitched: "No, your body can't take it."
"I know, I'm only thinking. Just let me satisfy my mouth addiction, hehe." Wang Xiaomie hid his face behind his hands and mumbled shyly, "papapa."
"......"
"Papapa, hehehe, papapa."
"......"
"Hehehe, pa..."
'Tch!'
Wen Fengjin quietly unzipped his trousers: "You said you just want to satisfy your mouth addiction?"
{T/n: Depending on context, mouth addiction/craving can mean different things. Here, WXM just wants to talk dirty but WFJ takes it literally to shut him up.}
"......"
"......"
I suspect you want to drive[1], and I have proof!
When Wang Xiaomie noticed Wen Fengjin's strong desire to remove his pants, he panicked and hurriedly shouted: "Don't want to, don't want to! Goodnight!"
Sleep is critical for a dog’s life! {T/n: Not sure I got this right.}
Wen Fengjin softly chuckled as he noticed Wang Xiaomie wrapping himself into a dumpling on the bed. After being assaulted by that hoarse bass, the tips of Wang Xiaomie's ears turned red, and he was hugged by the man behind him.
'Little Sweet Dumpling' squirmed, and he was softly spanked. Wen Fengjin whispered: "I'm not going to touch you. I'll hold you while you sleep. Go to bed."
Little Sweet Dumpling rolled, went into the man's arms, adjusted his posture to seek a comfortable position, nestled securely on the strong chest, and closed his eyes.
Wen Fengjin closed his eyes and tightened his arms to slumber after admiring the sleeping face of the shy little sweet dumpling.
The two large dumplings that didn't need to eat spent the day sleeping.
Bai Yu was seated on the sofa with an awful look when they went downstairs the next day. The dark face that could absorb light appeared to be 'white.'
It was clear that his mood was quite agitated and restless at the time. The sound of his heartbeats was so strong that Wang Xiaomie and Wen Fengjin could hear it, as if he were a rookie spy.
Wang Xiaomie's heart felt much less dissatisfaction with Bai Yu after seeing him like this. Bai Yu had no idea he'd revealed every day that he was scared and on edge, and he already knew and had calculated everything. This feeling...
...was a pleasure.
It was like a TV show hero who was extremely smart.
Wang Xiaomei pursed his lips to keep his laughter in check.
Bai Yu sensed footsteps and hurriedly turned to look over when he went downstairs.
Bai Yu's heart shook as he noticed the unhealthy look on Xiaomie’s formerly fair face.
It was undoubtedly the drug's effect. The foul stench of long-term illness reminded him of his mother, who died of illness at the time. The smell of 'death' emanated from the bones.
Bai Yu was all too familiar with it, and Boss Wen had also mentioned yesterday that Xiaomie was unwell...
It's entirely my fault... Bai Yu's nose stung, and he almost wept. He hung his head and approached Wang Xiaomie. Wen Fengjin sneered silently as he passed by his side, the corners of his eyes sweeping across his reddish eyes.
What a hypocrite...
"Xiaomie… Are you feeling unwell?" Bai Yu tried holding back but failed. "Why don't you go to the hospital for a checkup?" he mumbled.
Go to the hospital? What if it’s exposed, silly boy.
Wang Xiaomie's lips twitched. He never expected that one day he’d be poisoned and he would have to lie for the poisoner criminal.
He lied, "No need. It must be a bad stomach from eating black donkey hooves at the tomb palace."
Bai Yu tightened his fist: "Still..."
"I really don't need it." Wang Xiaomie was scared that Bai Yu would reveal everything. In that scenario, their plan with An Kai would be futile, so he swiftly changed the subject.
"Are you hungry? I haven't eaten anything delicious in a long time, you know? Are there any ingredients in the refrigerator that you purchased, Da Bai?"
"Ah? Buy, I actually bought..." Bai Yu was interrupted and unable to handle this curve.
"That'll do."
"You and Wen Fengjin wait here for me to cook," Wang Xiaomie remarked with a smile, patting him on the shoulder and pushing him to the sofa. He turned around and rushed away after speaking.
"I..." Bai Yu was ready to say something when Wen Fengjin shot him a fleeting glance.
Bai Yu, who saw the words "shut up" in the look: "..."
The refrigerator was opened and closed, and the kitchen was filled with the noises of pots and pans, meat and vegetables being chopped, seasoning bottles clinking, and stirring. The aroma of stirfry wafted over after a while.
It warmed up the living room's chilly atmosphere.
Wen Fengjin ceased behaving like an air conditioner, and Bai Yu's tense back relaxed as well.
These familiar sounds and scents represented everyday life and the comfort of home.
Bai Yu began to choke again as he ate the familiar food at the dinner table. He walked to the kitchen by himself and served Wang Xiaomie a bowl of soup. The ‘special ingredient’ added to it was obvious.
However, he looked at the soup for a moment before looking at Wang Xiaomie.
He looked at the soup again, and looked at Wang Xiaomie again.
He looked...
"............"
Tsk! Wang Xiaomie was worried for him.
Isn't it a joke for Yi Yan to let this little idiot poison me? Wang Xiaomie glanced at Wen Fengjin.
Perhaps it's 'your own kind looks good no matter how you look at it.' Wen Fengjin returned a light glance.
'What a pain in the ass,' Wang Xiaomie's eyes said. Finally, Bai Yu handed Wang Xiaomie the bowl of soup that had gone cold.
"Xiaomie, you should drink some soup..."
Bai Yu's expression was tragic and touching, as if he were the one about to swallow poison.
So much so that Wang Xiaomie had a feeling of "Dalang, it's time to take the medicine..."
(He’s that f*cking Pan Jinlian[2]!)
The author has something to say: [Small theater]
Bai Yu: I’m not Dalang!
Wang Xiaomie: If I’m Pan Jinlian, who is Wen Fengjin? Oh! He’s Ximen Qing, hahaha…
Wen Fengjin: ……
Footnotes:
[1] Driving is euphemism for sex.
[2] Here’s the story: Pan Jinlian is married to Wu Dalang, who is short and ugly, while Pan Jinlian is renowned for her beauty. As a result, many people feel that the couple are a mismatch. Pan Jinlian, dissatisfied with her marriage, has an extramarital affair with Ximen Qing, a handsome womanizer in town. Wu Dalang eventually discovers the affair, but Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing murder him by adding poison to his food.
Chapter 72 Dalang, it's time to take your medicine
Bai Yu returned on Thursday. With a secret, he felt like a bigtime traitor, therefore he was overcautious when he entered the door.
But this time, the first thing he saw when he returned was Wen Fengjin, who was going to take water upstairs, not Wang Xiaomie, who was sitting on the sofa playing games or watching a drama.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination. He felt as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of him in an instant after entering the door, transforming him into cooked food in a vacuum-packed bag.
An ice-cold something skated across his neck, pausing on the carotid artery, causing Bai Yu's arms to erupt in goosebumps.
He trembled, and just as he was about to catch the unfathomable coldness, it vanished.
So he didn't realize that within a hundredth of a second after he entered the door, Wen Fengjin intended to strangle him, then remembered Wang Xiaomie's remark, 'There is much trouble in front of a widower's door; love is a light,' and chose to guard against him for the time being.
Bai Yu, who was wandering around the death line with nothing but goosebumps, thought big-heartedly: Today's air-conditioning is excessively cold.
"Mr. Wen."
Bai Yu said hello quietly. Wen Fengjin's scary eyes made him nervous in Wang Xiaomie's absence.
"Mn."
Wen Fengjin replied indifferently, those weird long and narrow eyes staring at him silently.
Bai Yu held his breath like a frog marked by a snake. The intense pressure caused cold sweat to drip down his brow, and he had the illusion that what he had done had been found a long time ago.
But how is that even possible?!
Would he still be alive if it was discovered that he poisoned Wang Xiaomie? He reasoned that if such were the case, Boss Wen would have wrung his head off by now.
"He's resting."
Wen Fengjin spoke up abruptly. Even though the god-like indifferent and gorgeous silver-haired man didn't raise his head even slightly, his glance skimmed across Bai Yu's face as if he was looking down at him. When the other side became increasingly desperate to flee, he took the water glass and walked upstairs.
"Don't bother him today."
The final sound was mingled with ice shards and drifted through the air.
The footsteps sounded distant as Bai Yu gasped, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, and ran back to his own downstairs room.
Wen Fengjin entered the bedroom, shut the door, and placed the water glass on the bedside table.
He sat on the bed's edge, and the enormous soft bed sank and bounced.
Wang Xiaomie, who didn't seem well, opened his eyes and was taken aback by Wen Fengjin's expression. He promptly touched his chest and felt relieved to feel his heartbeat, which was slow but still strong.
"Hey, aren't I still alive? What's with the expression? Are you going to turn into a huge monster and destroy the world to add to Ultraman's burden, buddy?!"
That’s the victim's family's expression! You scared me into thinking I’m dying when I opened my eyes.
The strange long and narrow eyes were half-closed, their black lashes thick and lengthy. Wang Xiaomie always imagined himself plunging into his eyelashes, which threw a shadow over his already dark eyes.
Oh, my goodness! Wang Xiaomie smacked his lips and cautiously asked Wen Fengjin, "Are you blackening?"
"..."
Wen Fengjin snorted with a faint smile, pinched Wang Xiaomie's cheek, and pulled the soft flesh in his hand.
"He's here."
He? Wang Xiaomie stared blankly for a moment, then realized, and his face turned bitter. He saved his pinched cheek and said carelessly: "Oh, Bai Yu has returned. It looks like I'll have to drink poison again."
"I almost died the day before yesterday. I haven't totally recovered yet, but I'll drink it again today."
Tragic and solemn, Wang Xiaomie swatted away Wen Fengjin's paws that were rubbing his face, turned his head, and shrank under the covers, "It's too cruel. Yi Yan is really too cruel."
"Regret it?"
Wen Fengjin spoke casually, but a sinister light flashed in his eyes, as though the instant Wang Xiaomie expressed regret, he would snap Bai Yu's neck!
The next instant, Wang Xiaomie turned back without warning and caught Wen Fengjin's expression.
"I knew it!" Wang Xiaomie rolled his eyes, "What are you thinking about!?"
"Nothing." Wen Fengjin was not at all nervous about getting caught. The malice vanished in the blink of an eye. Rather, he smiled warmly and whispered, "I'm thinking of you."
Wang Xiaomie didn't become irritated because he didn't admit it, but instead laughed exposing his small tiger teeth.
He said: "Widower~"
"..."
Wen Fengjin's smile stiffened.
Wang Xiaomie smirked again: "Love is a light~"
"..."
Wen Fengjin was silent.
Wang Xiaomie: "Green..."
"Shut up!"
"Pfft! Hahaha!"
Wen Fengjin gritted his teeth and raised his slender brows high, ready to lash out at the little ba$tard who was rolling on the bed laughing, but he showed a helpless smile in less than three seconds.
Leaning forward to push down on the twisting figure, the brightly smiling peach blossom eyes were as clear as the sky after a storm, and the warm face smiled.
Xiaomie's lips were pale, as if something had taken a heavy toll on him. His vigor had been depleted by the blood sacrifice. He was seriously weakened after the near-death experience, and his eyes had lost their luster.
Wen Fengjin’s heart ached.
Shixiong didn't want him to be too aggressive, so he was joking despite his pain. His shixiong, his Mian Deng, his Xiaomie…never made inappropriate jokes.
He will only attempt to make people happy and warm.
From the Millennium Northland's greed to the putrid tumultuous era, he sought to like everyone in the academy.
Be it the insignificant lady who served him extra vegetables in the academy's dining hall; be it the unfortunate him he'd given his life to...
Sir Demon Lord had been merciless his entire existence, having felt all of the world's anguish and loss, as well as bestowing pain and despair on countless people, but that didn't mean he wouldn't feel sorry for anyone.
He did.
His heart was quivering and twitching right now, and it hurt so much that he wanted to keep the person who was working hard to jest in the mausoleum's coffin, or eat the person directly into his stomach, so he couldn't escape and no one could harm him.
And also let himself be free from this agony.
But it was impossible. Sir Demon Lord had failed in the past. He forced himself to imprison the love in front of him, engrave it on his soul, etch it in his bones, and even become a person who had been obsessed with it for thousands of years.
However, his previous life was bleak; it was the end when he desired to start anew.
Wen Fengjin bent his head and suckled and kissed Wang Xiaomie's lips. Xiaomie's lips were dry and his mouth tasted bitter.
Wang Xiaomie, still a little shy, raised his head and closed his eyes.
Wen Fengjin eventually let him go. The deathly pale face that stung his eyes had finally dyed crimson. He hooked his lips and said, feeling a little better:
"I told Bai Yu that you needed to rest today so he will find you tomorrow. I'll give you twice as much blood today and lie down with you, okay?"
Wen Fengjin laid on his side on the bed, supported his head with one hand and dropped his head to stare at the guy gasping on the bed, while using the other hand to smooth the tangled hair on Wang Xiaomie's cheeks and tuck it behind his ears. His lanky form was emphasized by his black fitting trousers and gray V-neck shirt.
Wen Fengjin is so beautiful...
Wang Xiaomie covered half of his face with the quilt as he gasped slowly from the kiss. His cheeks were flushed as he smacked his lips a few times.
"Fengjin, hehe."
Boss Wen could tell his lover was going to be foolish by his giggling. He was silent for a second before responding.
"Mn."
Wang Xiaomie hehe-ed in a low voice.
"Um, I want to papapa."
"......"
Wen Fengjin’s lips twitched: "No, your body can't take it."
"I know, I'm only thinking. Just let me satisfy my mouth addiction, hehe." Wang Xiaomie hid his face behind his hands and mumbled shyly, "papapa."
"......"
"Papapa, hehehe, papapa."
"......"
"Hehehe, pa..."
'Tch!'
Wen Fengjin quietly unzipped his trousers: "You said you just want to satisfy your mouth addiction?"
{T/n: Depending on context, mouth addiction/craving can mean different things. Here, WXM just wants to talk dirty but WFJ takes it literally to shut him up.}
"......"
"......"
I suspect you want to drive[1], and I have proof!
When Wang Xiaomie noticed Wen Fengjin's strong desire to remove his pants, he panicked and hurriedly shouted: "Don't want to, don't want to! Goodnight!"
Sleep is critical for a dog’s life! {T/n: Not sure I got this right.}
Wen Fengjin softly chuckled as he noticed Wang Xiaomie wrapping himself into a dumpling on the bed. After being assaulted by that hoarse bass, the tips of Wang Xiaomie's ears turned red, and he was hugged by the man behind him.
'Little Sweet Dumpling' squirmed, and he was softly spanked. Wen Fengjin whispered: "I'm not going to touch you. I'll hold you while you sleep. Go to bed."
Little Sweet Dumpling rolled, went into the man's arms, adjusted his posture to seek a comfortable position, nestled securely on the strong chest, and closed his eyes.
Wen Fengjin closed his eyes and tightened his arms to slumber after admiring the sleeping face of the shy little sweet dumpling.
The two large dumplings that didn't need to eat spent the day sleeping.
Bai Yu was seated on the sofa with an awful look when they went downstairs the next day. The dark face that could absorb light appeared to be 'white.'
It was clear that his mood was quite agitated and restless at the time. The sound of his heartbeats was so strong that Wang Xiaomie and Wen Fengjin could hear it, as if he were a rookie spy.
Wang Xiaomie's heart felt much less dissatisfaction with Bai Yu after seeing him like this. Bai Yu had no idea he'd revealed every day that he was scared and on edge, and he already knew and had calculated everything. This feeling...
...was a pleasure.
It was like a TV show hero who was extremely smart.
Wang Xiaomei pursed his lips to keep his laughter in check.
Bai Yu sensed footsteps and hurriedly turned to look over when he went downstairs.
Bai Yu's heart shook as he noticed the unhealthy look on Xiaomie’s formerly fair face.
It was undoubtedly the drug's effect. The foul stench of long-term illness reminded him of his mother, who died of illness at the time. The smell of 'death' emanated from the bones.
Bai Yu was all too familiar with it, and Boss Wen had also mentioned yesterday that Xiaomie was unwell...
It's entirely my fault... Bai Yu's nose stung, and he almost wept. He hung his head and approached Wang Xiaomie. Wen Fengjin sneered silently as he passed by his side, the corners of his eyes sweeping across his reddish eyes.
What a hypocrite...
"Xiaomie… Are you feeling unwell?" Bai Yu tried holding back but failed. "Why don't you go to the hospital for a checkup?" he mumbled.
Go to the hospital? What if it’s exposed, silly boy.
Wang Xiaomie's lips twitched. He never expected that one day he’d be poisoned and he would have to lie for the poisoner criminal.
He lied, "No need. It must be a bad stomach from eating black donkey hooves at the tomb palace."
Bai Yu tightened his fist: "Still..."
"I really don't need it." Wang Xiaomie was scared that Bai Yu would reveal everything. In that scenario, their plan with An Kai would be futile, so he swiftly changed the subject.
"Are you hungry? I haven't eaten anything delicious in a long time, you know? Are there any ingredients in the refrigerator that you purchased, Da Bai?"
"Ah? Buy, I actually bought..." Bai Yu was interrupted and unable to handle this curve.
"That'll do."
"You and Wen Fengjin wait here for me to cook," Wang Xiaomie remarked with a smile, patting him on the shoulder and pushing him to the sofa. He turned around and rushed away after speaking.
"I..." Bai Yu was ready to say something when Wen Fengjin shot him a fleeting glance.
Bai Yu, who saw the words "shut up" in the look: "..."
The refrigerator was opened and closed, and the kitchen was filled with the noises of pots and pans, meat and vegetables being chopped, seasoning bottles clinking, and stirring. The aroma of stirfry wafted over after a while.
It warmed up the living room's chilly atmosphere.
Wen Fengjin ceased behaving like an air conditioner, and Bai Yu's tense back relaxed as well.
These familiar sounds and scents represented everyday life and the comfort of home.
Bai Yu began to choke again as he ate the familiar food at the dinner table. He walked to the kitchen by himself and served Wang Xiaomie a bowl of soup. The ‘special ingredient’ added to it was obvious.
However, he looked at the soup for a moment before looking at Wang Xiaomie.
He looked at the soup again, and looked at Wang Xiaomie again.
He looked...
"............"
Tsk! Wang Xiaomie was worried for him.
Isn't it a joke for Yi Yan to let this little idiot poison me? Wang Xiaomie glanced at Wen Fengjin.
Perhaps it's 'your own kind looks good no matter how you look at it.' Wen Fengjin returned a light glance.
'What a pain in the ass,' Wang Xiaomie's eyes said. Finally, Bai Yu handed Wang Xiaomie the bowl of soup that had gone cold.
"Xiaomie, you should drink some soup..."
Bai Yu's expression was tragic and touching, as if he were the one about to swallow poison.
So much so that Wang Xiaomie had a feeling of "Dalang, it's time to take the medicine..."
(He’s that f*cking Pan Jinlian[2]!)
The author has something to say: [Small theater]
Bai Yu: I’m not Dalang!
Wang Xiaomie: If I’m Pan Jinlian, who is Wen Fengjin? Oh! He’s Ximen Qing, hahaha…
Wen Fengjin: ……
Footnotes:
[1] Driving is euphemism for sex.
[2] Here’s the story: Pan Jinlian is married to Wu Dalang, who is short and ugly, while Pan Jinlian is renowned for her beauty. As a result, many people feel that the couple are a mismatch. Pan Jinlian, dissatisfied with her marriage, has an extramarital affair with Ximen Qing, a handsome womanizer in town. Wu Dalang eventually discovers the affair, but Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing murder him by adding poison to his food.
