Chapter 148
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This meal was eaten in silence.
Fu Xuezhou’s face was cold, and he didn’t speak a word from start to finish. Lou Yan didn’t speak either, bowing his head to pick out the dishes he liked from the “one-pot stew.”
This “one-pot stew” was somewhat similar to hot pot, but without so much soup base. Potatoes, green beans, Chinese cabbage, vermicelli, beef, pork, and other vegetables and meats were stewed together, with an electric stove maintaining the heat underneath. The vegetables soaked up the soup, and a bite was both hot and fragrant with meat, unexpectedly delicious.
Lou Yan hadn’t eaten a meal in two days, and he could even taste the tempting sweetness in the rice in his bowl. As the food entered his stomach, the burning sensation of hunger also eased a bit.
After finishing the meal, Lou Yan looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the table, rolled up his sleeves, and took the initiative to tidy up and go to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Taking a dishcloth, squeezing out detergent, Lou Yan’s movements were clumsy, his brows slightly furrowed, but he did it in an orderly manner, very seriously.
The rule of “the one who cooks doesn’t wash the dishes” was set by Li Sanxin for Lou Yan. Lou Yan had never done any housework at home, he was entirely a rich young master who didn’t dip his fingers in domestic chores, but since Lou Yan started going to Li Sanxin’s house for meals, Li Sanxin requested Lou Yan to be responsible for washing the dishes after meals.
At first, Lou Yan was very uncomfortable with this rule, but as time went on, he got used to it. After Lou Yan got used to it, Li Sanxin didn’t force him to wash the dishes anymore, just told Lou Yan to remember this rule. He didn’t need to wash the dishes after meals at Li Sanxin’s house, but if he went to someone else’s house, he should be polite.
Lou Yan didn’t see a dishwasher at Fu Xuezhou’s house, so he had to do it himself.
After washing the dishes, Lou Yan arranged the pots and pans one by one, and washed his hands slowly. After wiping the water droplets off his hands with a tissue, Lou Yan rolled his wheelchair out of the kitchen.
As soon as he went out, Lou Yan saw three pieces of plastic-wrapped underwear on the table in the living room.
These are…
Lou Yan’s heart jumped, rolling the wheelchair closer to the table for a look. These three pairs of underwear were the ones he had picked out at the supermarket before. Lou Yan reached out and touched the plastic box of packaged underwear, feeling a chill. It must have been because the person who brought them back was too fast, so they endured the cold wind all the way.
Fu Xuezhou… When did he go out and come back?
Lou Yan’s mood was somewhat subtle. He clicked his tongue lightly in his heart, and the last remaining anger disappeared. His fingers lightly brushed over the plastic box of underwear, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He wasn’t smiling because of these three pairs of underwear, but because of Fu Xuezhou’s step back.
There was a sound coming from the bathroom behind him, Lou Yan turned to look, and Fu Xuezhou walked out from inside.
Seeing Lou Yan, Fu Xuezhou glanced expressionlessly at him and the underwear on the table, then turned and walked towards the bedroom.
With just that glance, Lou Yan knew that Fu Xuezhou was still holding a grudge.
Lou Yan actually enjoyed seeing Fu Xuezhou in a state where he was angry with him but couldn’t do anything about it, but this couldn’t go on forever. If the atmosphere between the two of them remained tense, how could they ever improve their relationship?
But even if they wanted to improve their relationship, Lou Yan wouldn’t actively try to please Fu Xuezhou. He couldn’t do it.
Lou Yan called out, “Fu Xuezhou.”
Fu Xuezhou’s footsteps stopped, standing still in front of the bedroom door.
Lou Yan’s tone was steady, with a hint of coldness, as if he were still angry, he asked stiffly, “When can I go back?”
Fu Xuezhou turned his head to look at Lou Yan, his thin lips straightened, “Go back?”
Lou Yan sat in the wheelchair, leaning against the armrest and looking at Fu Xuezhou. He was wearing Fu Xuezhou’s shirt, the collar slightly larger, revealing some of his fair shoulders and sunken collarbones, highlighting his white teeth and lips. Lou Yan’s figure was slender and well-proportioned, but the wheelchair was much larger than him, making him look somewhat frail and thin sitting in it.
Lou Yan’s gaze didn’t flinch as he stared at Fu Xuezhou, “Yes, when can I go back? I can’t stay here forever. You said I need to stay with you until I recover, so when will I recover?”
A hint of hostility flashed between Fu Xuezhou’s brows, and he coldly pursed his lips, “You can go back now.”
Lou Yan turned around to push the wheelchair out, and Fu Xuezhou’s next sentence followed with a cold sneer, “If you want to die now.”
Lou Yan stopped the wheelchair, holding onto the armrests tightly, his fingers turning slightly pale from the force. He deliberately showed a tangled and hesitant expression before finally turning around, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes filled with unapproachable indifference and a hint of impatience, “What do you mean?”
Clearly, he was the one in need of help, yet the tone was arrogant and disrespectful.
Lou Yan, in this state, looked extremely annoyed.
Fu Xuezhou turned back and sat down on the edge of the bed, “Come over.”
Lou Yan hesitated in place for half a minute, then slowly turned the wheelchair to come in front of Fu Xuezhou.
Fu Xuezhou watched Lou Yan approach, a slight annoyance flashing in his eyes.
An inexplicable anger made him feel suppressed.
Lou Yan always seemed to be able to provoke Fu Xuezhou’s emotions like a stormy sea. Besides pleasure, Fu Xuezhou felt more anger towards Lou Yan.
Such emotions hadn’t appeared on Fu Xuezhou for a long, long time, but in this world, they appeared because of Lou Yan’s repeated appearances.
Fu Xuezhou suddenly got up from the bedside, went to the bedside table, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and put it in his mouth. The bedroom was not lit, it was already seven o’clock in the evening, and the sky had darkened. Only the light from the living room shone into the bedroom, illuminating the dim room. In the dim room, only the red light of the cigarette in Fu Xuezhou’s mouth slightly illuminated the tightly furrowed brow of the silver-haired youth.
The smell of tobacco permeated the bedroom. For Fu Xuezhou, smoking was not enjoyment but another kind of torture to his senses, but it could make him calm down a bit in this smell.
After exhaling a few puffs of smoke, Fu Xuezhou’s expression had become calm again. He stood straight and smoked, not looking at Lou Yan, and said lightly, “Do you know how many times I died in a berserk state?”
Lou Yan’s spirits lifted, staring at Fu Xuezhou intently, “How many times?”
Fu Xuezhou’s long, pale fingers held the cigarette, and smoke curled upwards, “27 times.”
Lou Yan was shocked by this number, “What?!”
Fu Xuezhou looked down at the cigarette butt, shook off the ashes, “Do you know how many times I had to die to maintain my sanity in a berserk state?”
Lou Yan opened his mouth, his temples throbbing, repeating, “…How many times?”
“5 times,” Fu Xuezhou finally looked at Lou Yan, “You managed to retain your sanity even in your first berserk state, which is indeed much better than my first time in a berserk state, but this is already the extreme. You can’t control your monstrous body as you wish in your first berserk state. Lou Yan, you are still in danger, and if you are not careful, you will be contaminated by the transformation and then become an anomaly.”
“Do you think I’m willing to take you in, waste time taking care of your food and clothing?” Fu Xuezhou took another puff of his cigarette, his voice colder, with a hint of mockery, “If it weren’t for the ghost marriage contract tattoos on you and me, I wouldn’t have come to help you. Lou Yan, remember, if you want to live, you can only stay with me until your body recovers to a normal human appearance.”
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