Chapter 30: I Have No Desire for You at This Momen (2/2)

Zhishu used much of his strength to push Wenxu and clutched his own collar tightly. His nails even turned blue because of force.

Wenxu was stunned, ”What's wrong?” He was a little embarrassed with grievance and felt puzzled, ”Your clothes are dirty.”

”I can clean by myself.” Zhishu's eyes didn’t fell on Wenxu Jiang and he still looked resistant.

Jiang’s face got gloomy and he said coldly, ”You are so dirty, with the smell of blood. I have no desire for you at this moment.”

Zhishu knew that he had misunderstood, but he didn’t how to explain. He could only watch Wenxu Jiang wash his hands without saying a word and then leave the bathroom. Just after five minutes, with a slam Wenxu left home.

Quite well. With so many obedient lovers outside, Wenxu Jiang didn’t need to keep his temper and take care of Zhishu here. Zhishu slowly took off his clothes. His arms were covered with pinholes which looked terribly blue on his body.

Zhishu embraced himself in the warm water of the bathtub, and suddenly he was a little afraid. He felt it was time to make some sort of decision, such as where he should end up. No matter where he died, it was troublesome enough. If he died at home and nobody knew this for over ten days, he would surely look awkward. It was not good to frighten Wenxu Jiang.

Zhishu suddenly laughed when he thought about it. He realized that the process of a person's death was easy, but the difficult thing was aftermath of death.

Hot water softened Zhishu’s body, but he didn’t stay in the water for a long time. He wiped himself up while he still had some strength. He carefully put on his thick pajamas and felt a little warm.

In the living room, the smell of smoke had not dissipated. The smell of Su Cigarette was not unpleasant. But this smell made Zhishu painful.

When he felt the headache, he found that he had forgotten to take medicine all day, so he forced himself to boil water and take the medicine. A handful of pills would usually torture his stomach for a long time.

Zhishu lay on the sofa, waiting for the efficacy of pills. The kittens played around him. Their paws made Zhishu feel itchy.

When he heard the key open the door, he thought it was a hallucination until the man with a gloomy face stood in front of him.

”Stop playing with cats and wash your hands for dinner,” Wenxu Jiang still wore a long face, but he wandered outside and bought a meal.

”Stir-fried Pig's Liver can enrich your blood,” Wenxu Jiang poured the dishes into plates and said in a cold tone, but his expression was mild.

Zhishu sat at the dining table, with his mind wandering. He thought of Wenxu Jiang who really would not be indifferent to him for such a trifle in the old days.