Chapter 147
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Back home, Lou Yan felt even hungrier.
Fu Xuezhou put the ingredients in the kitchen, washed his hands meticulously, and asked Lou Yan, “What do you want to eat?”
Lou Yan didn’t expect to see Fu Xuezhou cooking in his lifetime, but seeing Fu Xuezhou’s clean hands, Lou Yan still felt that these hands were still tinged with a bloody smell.
Can Fu Xuezhou’s cooking really be eaten?
Lou Yan licked his red lips and nonchalantly asked the first question since leaving the supermarket, “Can you cook?”
“If I can’t, why would I buy these things?” Fu Xuezhou lightly kicked the two large bags of ingredients on the ground.
Lou Yan looked at the two large bags of ingredients, feeling even more uncertain. Although he couldn’t cook, he had bought vegetables with Li Sanxin many times and knew what kind of ingredients could be cooked into a dish. But the ingredients Fu Xuezhou bought? He couldn’t help but doubt if they could be cooked into anything when he was in the supermarket.
With that in mind, Lou Yan asked, “What are you planning to cook?”
Fu Xuezhou thought for a moment and said, “A stew.”
Lou Yan waited for a while, staring at Fu Xuezhou for a moment. Seeing that Fu Xuezhou didn’t say anything more, Lou Yan asked strangely, “Just one dish?”
Fu Xuezhou said, “It’s the only thing I can cook.”
“…” Veins popped out on Lou Yan’s forehead. “Then why did you ask me what I wanted to eat?”
Fu Xuezhou made a sound of acknowledgment and explained, “Stew is very delicious. When I asked what you wanted to eat, I meant what ingredients you wanted to put in the stew.”
Lou Yan pressed his temples, feeling both angry and amused. He said irritably, “Thank you for your thoughtfulness. I don’t care, just do whatever.”
Fu Xuezhou smirked, took out the ingredients from the plastic bag, and Lou Yan didn’t go anywhere, just sat quietly in the wheelchair at the kitchen door, watching Fu Xuezhou’s movements.
Fu Xuezhou probably didn’t cook often, as there was a layer of dust on the pots and pans. He tied up his hair that got in the way, took a basin of water to clean the cloth, and then carefully wiped the dust off the seasoning bottles.
With the sound of dripping water accompanying his busy movements, Fu Xuezhou looked just like an ordinary young person.
Lou Yan’s gaze was deep, and his mood was somewhat complicated.
This was the first time the two of them had spent time alone together in a separate space. It was also the first time Lou Yan had seen Fu Xuezhou in such a domestic setting.
He thought absentmindedly.
So Fu Xuezhou gets tired, gets hungry, and even cooks and eats.
These ordinary things, when placed on Fu Xuezhou, made Lou Yan feel somewhat unfamiliar and surreal.
When Lou Yan snapped out of his thoughts, he caught a faint whiff of blood. His attention was immediately drawn to a piece of raw meat placed on the cutting board by Fu Xuezhou.
The piece of meat was very fresh, with traces of blood on it. Lou Yan’s teeth itched, and he felt a bit hungry.
When he saw the crowded crowd in the supermarket, he felt this kind of hunger.
It seemed that the sinister negative force was still affecting Lou Yan. Even though Lou Yan could suppress the instinct of violence and killing brought about by the sinister transformation, his desires became more straightforward, his emotions more obvious, and even his appetite could easily be stirred by the cruel side of the sinister transformation.
When will this state be restored? Although Lou Yan didn’t say it out loud, he felt a bit impatient in his heart. He still had Lu Haoxiu’s matter to deal with.
Lou Yan pursed his lips, restraining himself from looking, but couldn’t help but wonder, is raw meat tastier than cooked meat?
The bloodstains on the raw meat smelled very sweet.
Just as he finished thinking, Lou Yan stiffened.
He took a deep breath, urging the wheelchair to turn and walk towards the bathroom, away from the kitchen.
The newly bought towels and underwear were placed on the table. Lou Yan picked up his things and quickly went to the bathroom.
He locked the bathroom door, rolled the wheelchair to the mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror.
The man in the mirror had eyes as blood-red as demons, with a pale and beautiful complexion, but with a hint of evil.
Coupled with the bone flowers on his arms and the faintly visible fish tail on his lower body, he looked like a monster tempting humans into h*ll.
Lou Yan frowned, shifted his gaze away from the mirror, and looked around the entire bathroom.
The bathroom seemed to have been cleaned by Fu Xuezhou. The bathtub and the sticky substances on the floor, as well as some ambiguous traces, were gone. Lou Yan smelled a faint scent of bathing in the air, left behind by Fu Xuezhou after bathing at noon.
Suddenly, Lou Yan remembered the memories of fooling around with Fu Xuezhou here last night. He coughed lightly, touched his nose, and slowly moved himself from the wheelchair to the bathtub, washing himself from head to fish tail.
The tail area was very sensitive, and as he washed, the scales opened up, causing a sensation. Lou Yan lazily narrowed his eyes and followed his instincts, gripping himself and emitting a low sound from his mouth.
The ghost wedding contract tattoo on his back began to heat up, but Lou Yan didn’t notice.
In the kitchen, Fu Xuezhou felt the change in the tattoo. His hand paused, and his sensitive ears heard everything in the bathroom.
With such a sound, Fu Xuezhou also reacted quickly.
Fu Xuezhou’s breathing slightly deepened. He rubbed his fingers on the kitchen knife for a moment, ignoring his own body’s reaction. He continued to cut the meat in his hand calmly and composedly.
After processing all the ingredients, Fu Xuezhou finally put down the kitchen knife, washed his hands with water mixed with detergent, and walked step by step to the bathroom.
Outside the bathroom door, Lou Yan’s muffled groans and the sound of splashing water became clearer. Fu Xuezhou reached out to push the door but found it locked.
Fu Xuezhou lowered his head and glanced at the door handle. “Lou Yan, open the door.”
The sound inside the bathroom paused for a moment and then continued. Lou Yan’s voice was low and hoarse, “What?”
Fu Xuezhou said, “I want to do it with you.”
Lou Yan exhaled a warm breath, his face wet with water, he reached out to push his hair back, revealing his handsome features without any concealment. “I’m too lazy to open the door for you. I’ll be done soon. Don’t come in, go cook quickly.”
As soon as these words were spoken, there was no sound outside.
Did he just obediently listen?
Lou Yan raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised, and glanced at the bathroom door unexpectedly. He thought Fu Xuezhou would force his way in.
Forget it, Fu Xuezhou just left like this, Lou Yan felt a bit disappointed.
Was he disappointed because there was no vigorous lovemaking session, or because he didn’t further impact Fu Xuezhou? But this disappointment was quickly covered by the wave of pleasure that came over him again. Lou Yan groaned again, his mind momentarily blank, biting his lower lip in satisfaction.
His teeth were much sharper than before, and Lou Yan thought he had bitten gently, but he tasted a hint of blood. He licked the blood on his lips uncontrollably, and when the blood stopped flowing, Lou Yan stopped in confusion, realizing what he had done.
“…F*ck.”
Lou Yan’s face flushed, he raised his hands to cover his face, he had actually done it himself in Fu Xuezhou’s bathroom? And let Fu Xuezhou hear it? He felt disappointed even after Fu Xuezhou left???
What disappointment!
This anomaly transformation is so terrifying.
Lou Yan’s face changed between pale, blue, and red. He quietly and quickly finished his bath. He didn’t dare to touch his fish tail anymore, quickly rinsing off the foam with the shower head. After his body calmed down, Lou Yan moved from the bathtub to the wheelchair.
He took a towel to dry the water droplets on his upper body and hair, glanced inadvertently at himself in the mirror, and twitched his mouth at his obvious post-coital appearance.
Lou Yan turned his eyes away, and when he put down the towel and habitually picked up his underwear, Lou Yan suddenly realized that he was currently in a fish tail state and didn’t need to wear any underwear.
“It’s all Fu Xuezhou’s fault for misleading me.” Only then did he foolishly bring the underwear in.
Lou Yan righteously pushed the blame onto Fu Xuezhou, helplessly put down the underwear, but suddenly felt something was wrong.
This pair of underwear seemed to be different from the ones he had chosen.
Lou Yan realized something, his face turned dark, and he pushed the wheelchair to open the bathroom door to go and question Fu Xuezhou. But as soon as the door opened, Lou Yan’s peripheral vision caught sight of someone leaning against the left wall.
He turned his head to look, only to see Fu Xuezhou leaning against the snow-white wall, eyes closed, lazily stroking himself.
The sinister thing in his clearly defined hand came in and out, Fu Xuezhou sensed the movement, and his long narrow eyes glanced at Lou Yan, blood red in color, with a sudden sexy look as if he had been disturbed.
Lou Yan was stunned when he saw this scene, his expression froze, but he quickly reacted and raised the underwear in his hand and threw it towards Fu Xuezhou. “Fu Xuezhou, it must be you.”
The underwear was thrown over with great force, hitting Fu Xuezhou’s face directly. The sharp tip of the plastic packaging box scraped a long, thin scar on the side of Fu Xuezhou’s right face, and blood slowly oozed from the wound.
“…,” Fu Xuezhou lowered his head to look at the injured area on his face, then glanced at the underwear that fell to the ground, and finally looked up at Lou Yan. A shadow fell under his long lashes below his eyes, “Mmm.”
Lou Yan sneered, “Who gave you the right to touch my things?”
Lou Yan hated it when others handled his belongings without his permission.
He was bursting with irritability.
Why did Fu Xuezhou do this?
Just because they slept together a few times?
Fu Xuezhou wiped away the blood on his face and said lightly, “Don’t you like it?”
Lou Yan clenched his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, his veins bulging.
He kept telling himself: Lou Yan, you need to be rational, don’t let Fu Xuezhou and the anomaly transformation affect you, you can’t get angry.
You still have to take Fu Xuezhou to the Arctic and kill him, have you forgotten what you have to do? You need to lower his guard against you, preferably make him develop some feelings for you.
Lou Yan forced himself to calm down, “Do you think it looks good?”
Fu Xuezhou bent down to pick up the underwear, opened the packaging bag, took out the white triangular underwear inside, and looked at it again, “Looks pretty good.”
“If it looks good, why don’t you wear it yourself,” Lou Yan couldn’t hold back, sarcastically, “Wear whatever you like, but don’t arrange what I wear without my consent. I’ll give you one night. By this time tomorrow, I want to see the three underwear I picked out before.”
Fu Xuezhou frowned slightly, seeming confused, as if he were meeting Lou Yan for the first time, with some puzzlement and incomprehension in his eyes, “It’s just underwear, why are you so angry?”
A cold smile played at the corners of Lou Yan’s mouth, “If I secretly replaced your favorite sheets with a set of unfamiliar new sheets you don’t like after using them to have sex with someone else in your house without your knowledge, would you be happy?”
Fu Xuezhou suddenly tightened the underwear in his hand, his eyes staring at Lou Yan in terror for a moment, his pupils expanding like a wild beast, exuding a strong sense of oppression.
Lou Yan’s hands lightly intertwined in front of his abdomen, his posture elegant, water droplets flowed down his neck and collarbone. He was not afraid of the dangerous aura emanating from Fu Xuezhou at all, and stared straight at Fu Xuezhou, the corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc of ridicule.
“Do you understand now, Fu Xuezhou?”
They really weren’t suitable for each other anywhere.
Lou Yan thought.
They were only suitable as strangers or enemies, barely even as f buddies.
Fu Xuezhou looked deeply at Lou Yan, who didn’t back down.
The gaze of the two clashed in the air like sharp blades, ready to hurt themselves or each other at any moment.
One minute passed, two minutes passed…
After a full five minutes, Fu Xuezhou finally moved. He threw the white underwear in the trash can, turned around, and said coldly, “Dry yourself off, then come eat.”
Author’s note:
The adjustment period is really, tsk tsk tsk.
Little Fu: Your analogy sounds very wrong, but I don’t know where it’s wrong (pouting)
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