Dawn in Autumn and Winter, the air was tinged with a faint freshness.
When Ye Mu opened his eyes, his head ached. The hangover left him somewhat bewildered by everything in front of him.
The chaotic floor, Chen Mo lying on the ground, and Hei Ye drooling and wagging his tail at him formed an absurd scene.
Ye Mu frowned, trying to help Chen Mo up but found himself too weak and spent a long time trying without success.
Chen Mo was uncomfortable from being lifted and groggily awoke, coldly saying, “Go to the hospital.”
Ye Mu glanced over his body, casually noting, “It’s just a little bruise on your forehead,” implying it wasn’t necessary to go to the hospital.
Chen Mo stared at him, his voice low, “It’s to take you.”
Ye Mu looked puzzled.
Chen Mo frowned and lifted Ye Mu’s arm, observing the bloodstains with a chilly tone, “You were bitten.”
He then shot a menacing glance at Hei Ye on the floor.
Hei Ye instinctively lowered his head, whimpering as he sought refuge behind Ye Mu.
Ye Mu looked at it for a moment, then broke the silence, “How did it bite me?”
Chen Mo turned his head, expressionless, “I’m not a dog. How should I know?”
Ye Mu raised his eyes, “Then how did you get a bruise on your forehead?”
Chen Mo, growing impatient, replied, “That dog tried to bite me, and I accidentally hit the coffee table while dodging.”
Ye Mu instinctively asked, “If it tried to bite you, why did it end up biting me?”
The room fell into silence.
Chen Mo turned his head, his face cold and slightly unnatural.
Ye Mu’s thin eyelids twitched as he looked at him without saying a word.
—This person was afraid of getting bitten, so he used Ye Mu’s hand as a shield.
Despicable and shameless.
After a moment, Chen Mo lightly coughed, picked up his car keys, and said, “Let’s go. I’ll take you to the hospital.”
Ye Mu, helpless, agreed and followed him out.
Chen Mo locked the door, walking behind him with a chilly voice, “Hurry up.”
Ye Mu, having drunk a lot last night, still had a headache and wasn’t in the mood to deal with him.
Chen Mo glanced sideways at him, his thin lips curving slightly as he coldly remarked, “Rabies is always fatal.”
Ye Mu continued to walk slowly.
Chen Mo, eyes forward, expression cold, added, “I once saw an old man who had rabies. I watched as he bit off his own fingers.”
Ye Mu kicked a stone at his feet, “That’s not funny.”
Even though he said that, his pace quickened.
Chen Mo’s voice remained flat, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. When rabies symptoms appear, it means the virus has long invaded the nervous system. There’s no effective treatment. At least AIDS is manageable nowadays, but rabies has a nearly 100% fatality rate.”
Ye Mu paused, staring at him for a moment, “Hurry up and drive.”
Seeing his goal achieved, Chen Mo nonchalantly fastened his seatbelt, letting out a sneer, “You weren’t even afraid of prison, but you’re afraid of death?”
Ye Mu stared at him for a while, his eyes deep, “No, I’m worried about you.”
Chen Mo scoffed, “Don’t give me that.”
Ye Mu looked at him seriously, “Really, my teeth are a bit itchy.”
As he spoke, he gazed at Chen Mo’s fair, tender neck, swallowing with a hungry look.
Chen Mo froze for a moment, then started the engine, speeding off.
“Stupid gay, if you try anything, I’ll kick you out of the car.”
He gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other held defensively to one side, remaining alert, his expression serious.
Ye Mu had intended to play a prank in revenge, but seeing the man’s serious reaction, he couldn’t help but smile.
Turning to look out the window, his profile was handsome, his thin lips slightly curved as he softly whispered, “Idiot.”
The light word carried a hint of tenderness.
Chen Mo had wanted to get angry, but for some reason, when he heard those two words, he felt a shiver run through his body, and his pores seemed to expand.
After a brief silence, his tightly pressed lips parted, his voice tinged with annoyance. “D*mn pervert, can’t you insult someone normally?”
Ye Mu slowly looked at him, “What?”
Chen Mo snapped back, “Idiot! That’s how you should insult.”
Ye Mu stared at him silently for a while before he couldn’t help but say, “Does it make a difference?”
Chen Mo, suppressing his irritation, his tone laced with disdain, said, “You sound too effeminate when you insult.”
Ye Mu was used to his unpredictable moods, so he turned away, too lazy to engage.
Chen Mo cast an unhappy glance at him. “You really are strange. Yesterday you were like a useless wreck, and today you’re in the mood to joke around.”
Ye Mu continued looking out the window, his tone flat. “Maybe I should thank you for those drinks last night.”
He wasn’t sure why, but sometimes when he was with this person, he would inexplicably forget all his troubles.
