TCOR CH14

Chapter 14 It’s like a bug bite

My head hurts.

I got out of bed in the glorious sunlight, holding my swollen head, my oversized t-shirt sliding down my shoulders.

I frowned and pulled up the fabric of my shirt to look at it, then followed the soft white blanket on my body to look at the familiar windows and ceiling.

How had I ended up in Shen Wunian’s house?

My brain felt like it was rusting, the processing of information becoming exceptionally slow, and I sat frozen on the bed, trying to find the answer to that question on my own, only to be rewarded with bits and pieces and an even more intense headache.

It seems I drank a small half bottle of wine …… and then climbed on top of Shen Wunian …… and then he helped the drunken me out of Golden Splendour …….

The memory ends here and can no longer be read.

Did Shen Wunian take me home again?

Suddenly, the sound of instruments outside the house interrupted my thoughts. I got out of bed and followed the sound to find Shen Wunian preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

The oil was sizzling in the pan, he was deftly rolling up a barbecue sandwich, and by the side stood a working espresso machine, filling the air with the delicious aroma of meat and coffee.

This image was also too idolatrous, and I felt that my sister-in-law would love it.

Swallow!

The still numb body seemed to be awakened in an instant by the aroma of food, and the hunger came as a surprise.

And it was at this moment that Shen Wunian accidentally spotted me.

You finally woke up. If you don’t wake up, I’ll have to say goodbye to you. Under the winter morning light, he smiled as if he wanted to merge with the sunlight behind him, which refreshingly even made me feel a little stinging.

Ahh, I want to throw up, I’m hungry and I want to throw up.

I covered my mouth and closed my eyes to fight off a wave of nausea, and when I opened them again, Shen Wunian was already standing in front of me.

Is it heavy? His thumb wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, and the smile on his face was quickly replaced by worry.

It didn’t matter how one felt, the important thing was not to cause trouble. In the past, even if it was Bai Qixuan instead, I would have just smiled and told the other person that I was fine and not to worry about me, but today, I don’t know if it was because I hadn’t completely sobered up yet, but as soon as I opened my mouth, the truth came out on its own.

I have a headache, my stomach is uncomfortable.

Shen Wunian stroked my forehead with the back of his hand and said, ‘There’s no fever, eating something later should make it better.

Oh, I’ll brush my teeth first. I turned and walked two steps, then backed up and asked hesitantly, ‘I didn’t go crazy with alcohol yesterday …… right?

In fact, I’m not sure how my own alcohol, the only several drinking scenes in my memory, drinking is red wine beer a kind of low degree of alcohol. Drinking too much will be a little dizzy, but sleep on it, never like this time as completely broken.

Shen Wunian returned to the stove and pinched the sausages in the pan onto the plate one by one.

No, you’re very good when you’re drunk, you do what you’re told. But yesterday you hugged the toilet and threw up, I gave you a bath and all your clothes are in the guest bathroom.

I only heard the first sentence to make sure I hadn’t done anything weird and went to the bathroom in peace.

There were two separate piles of clothes on the long washstand, the Golden Splendour waiters’ uniforms on the left and my own clothes on the right. And in between, as always, a carefully squeezed toothbrush with toothpaste and a water glass filled with water.

There was the …… illusion that as soon as I stepped into this bathroom, the toiletries would be refreshed in the same place.

My face in the mirror was pale and haggard, and I pinched my cheeks hard to make myself look a little more cheerful.

Why do you look so frail? Knowing that I had drunk too much, not knowing that I thought I had overindulged.

The result of my brain’s processing of Shen Wunian’s second sentence was fed back to me as I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face.

Wait!

I hugged the toilet and threw up, and Shen Wunian gave me a bath?

…… He gave me a bath?

I stared at the stream of warm water for a long time, then switched to the cold water side and dove in head first. A few moments later, a hearty cold water face wash woke me up too.

Just wash it, it’s a man, it’s not like I’m going to lose a piece of flesh, he wiped my body last time I had a fever. I comforted myself.

When I took off Shen Wunian’s T-shirt, I couldn’t help but hiss in pain as the fabric rubbed against my chest.

Strange, why is it swollen? Touching the slightly red and swollen area in front of my body, I frowned in confusion.

Had Shen Wunian not only showered me, but rubbed me as well?

There was indeed a loofah scrubbing brush hanging on the shelf in the shower room, and it looked so hard and exfoliating.

I was just making a reasonable guess, not conclusive, but the result was that when I took my trousers off I found that not only was the skin on the inside of both thighs reddened, but the middle part of my body was tingling even more when touched. ……

I took the cylindrical loofah brush and put it between my legs and compared it with the two legs.

Broken case.

When you’re of the same sex, it’s normal not to want to touch each other’s private parts. Besides, he could have left me at the Golden Splendour, but he still took me home, gave me a bath and scrubbed me, let me sleep in his clean and tidy bed, and personally prepared breakfast in the morning, so if I wanted to complain about this little ‘side effect’ it would be too ungrateful.

When I got dressed and came into the living room, Shen Wunian had already put breakfast on the table. It was only now that I noticed that he had bought a new round, transparent dining table, which stood right next to the window.

You bought a new table? The table, and even the dining chairs, were acrylic and didn’t look out of place in his slightly retro home.

‘It’s easier to have a dining table for two.’ He said as he picked up his coffee cup.

Inside the round, deep plate was a Western breakfast that looked nutritionally balanced and delicious – slices of bread toasted to a crisp; sausages fried just right with fat mixed with overflowing gravy; omelettes mixed with a variety of mushrooms and vegetables that were golden brown in colour; and slices of apples cut into boat shapes.

I just glanced at it before getting up and heading for the second bedroom, behind me Shen Wunian asked where I was going, I quickened my pace and told him to get his mobile phone.

Luckily, this time the phone still had 30% charge, enough for me to take the picture I wanted to save.

Aiming at the plate and pressing the shutter, I took seven or eight shots in a row, and when I looked up, I saw Shen Wunian smiling at me.

I …… just think it’s pretty and want to take a picture. I said, pretending to point my phone out of the window.

Even though it was just after seven in the morning, the streets of the city centre were already jam-packed. Passers-by were as busy as shuttles on a loom, everyone going their own way, no time to look at others, not even to appreciate the scenery around them, how would they like to think that they have become the scenery in the eyes of others.

This time I took more, enough to get a dozen before I hung up the phone.

Drink the milk, it’s getting cold. Shen Wunian lifted the table knife, pointed to the milk in front of me and said.

‘Oh.’ I obediently took the cup.

It was so sweet.

Not only was the milk in my mouth at the right temperature, it had honey added to it, and when it fell into my stomach, it magically soothed the discomfort caused by my drunkenness.

Alcohol is unusually slow to metabolise and I was still a little groggy into the afternoon. I was afraid of spilling the wine, so I just carried some macaroons with a more stable chassis around the show.

As I entered Hall 4 from Hall 3, I immediately noticed the man on the grandstand.

He was very tall, probably as tall as Shen Wunian, and he was standing where I once stood, looking at the Angel of Peace statue not far away. The broken wings of the angel were spread out in front of him, and from my perspective it looked as if the other man and the angel had become one.

Because of the film, since the opening of this place, a lot of guests have been taking pictures of the map, and I have to say, it is really quite shocking.

I leaned over, ‘Would you like a snack, sir?

The other party stared back at the sound of his voice, a beauty completely beyond my expectations. I thought those who grew up to be like Shen Wunian in this world were in the minority, who would have thought that today I would see one who was no different from the others.

This is a youth in his early twenties, looking like a mixed blood, hair softly curved, features very deep, thick eyelashes wrapped around the deep blue eyes, skin is white to no flaws, as if …… a ceramic mannequin was carefully shaped, can not find any imperfections in the body.

I really want Xu Mastiff to look at him and see who the real angel is.

As I look at him, he also measures me, and the way he measures me is quite strange.

He slowly looked down from head to toe, and then his eyes went all the way down the stairs to the floor. I followed his gaze and saw that it was Shen Wunian and another strange man I hadn’t seen before.

The two of them were walking this way, and when the man saw me, his eyes didn’t linger, they went straight over my face, settling on the doll-like, beautiful youth.

Huan Chen, let’s go.

The young man called ‘Huan Chen’ smiled and asked him, ‘Can I have a macaroon? Mr Liang.

Originally he had no expression on his face, but this smile brought his whole person to life, and in an instant the fake look of a mannequin disappeared.

Mr Liang was dressed in a suit and boots, in his thirties, the most common look of the upper class elite these days. He wrinkled his eyebrows, looked at the colourful macaroons in my tray, and even withheld his refusal from such a beautiful face: ‘It’s junk food, it’s not good for you.

And the boy heard the answer as if he had already prepared his heart and did not show a disappointed expression, but still maintained a wonderful smile.

‘Yes, Mr Liang.

‘I’ll see you out. Shen Wunian made a ‘please’ gesture and allowed Mr Liang to go first.

Mr Liang’s posture was upright, his eyes not slanting, as he walked past me and towards the exit of the exhibition hall, Huan Chen following behind him, staggering about three steps or so. Shen Wunian was at the end, taking a piece of macaroon from the tray as he passed me.

‘Have you met Bai Qixuan?’ He took a careful bite.

‘He doesn’t seem to be here today.

Bai Qixuan didn’t come every day and he didn’t always stay the whole day. Sometimes he would just leave with the guests in the middle of the day, coming and going very casually.

Shen Wunian sent the rest of the macaroons into his mouth, picked up the paper towel on the tray, wiped the pink stain from his fingertips, and said, “He’s here, in Hall 5. With that, he stuffed the used tissue paper into the collar of my vest and quickly ran after Liang.

Breathlessly, I took out the ball of paper, was about to look for a dustbin to throw it in, thought of Shen Wunian’s words, hesitated for a moment, and finally made my way to Hall 5.

Taking advantage of the gap between the last guest who had finished his conversation with Bai Qi Xuan and the next guest who had not yet found his way over, I carried the tray and went over to him.

This gentleman, would you like a macaroon?

Bai Qi Xuan turned and froze when he saw it was me, he smiled, “No,” he pushed the tray out, “too sweet, mushy throat.

I took the tray back and sighed at the macaroons inside that I couldn’t push out, ‘All right, looks like we’ll be throwing them out again today, what a waste.

‘Is that why you came to me, so I could eat macaroons?’ Bai Qixuan said amusedly.

‘And to remind you not to forget the film tomorrow night. I gestured to him with my right hand, ‘Eight o’clock’.

Bai Qi Xuan nodded and said he knew. I looked at the people coming and going in the neighbourhood, it was inconvenient to disturb his work, and I turned to leave.

Zhong Ai! Suddenly, Bai Qixuan called out to me from behind, and at the same time, a small cold touch landed on the back of my neck.

I unconsciously covered my neck to avoid it and turned around in shock, ‘Brother Bai?

Bai Qixuan raised his hand, the shocked expression on his face too late to retract: ‘On your neck ……’

My neck? What happened to my neck? Because his expression is too subtle, it makes me nervous.

For a moment, the shock on Bai Qi Xuan’s face faded, and he said faintly, “It’s nothing, it seems to have been bitten by an insect.

I touched the skin on my neck and didn’t feel anything strange.

Where did the bugs come from on such a cold day? It wasn’t an alcohol allergy, was it?

Oh, I’ll put some medicine on it later.

I said goodbye to Bai Qixuan, gave the macaroons to a colleague and went straight to the toilet.

With my back to the mirror, I pressed the shutter on my phone and zoomed in on the back of my neck. I can only vaguely see a red spot, but I cannot tell what kind of insect bite it is.

Shen Wunian’s house certainly doesn’t have any bugs, he was probably bitten in Golden Splendour. As I rubbed my neck, I thought, it looks like I need to take the time to clean the lounge.