Chapter 12: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (12)
The guest bedroom was cleaned by servants every day, and the sheets and duvet covers were brand new.
Zhou Shuli stood by the bed holding Shen Tangqing.
He didn’t put the person down immediately—
He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the small half of the face Shen Tangqing had buried against his chest.
Because of the alcohol, the fair face was flushed with a thin layer of red; even his eyelids and the tip of his nose were pink, beautiful enough to make Zhou Shuli’s heart tremble.
He tried his best to suppress the desire in the depths of his heart, doing nothing, not even moving his body.
He just quietly gazed at Shen Tangqing like this, until his arms began to tremble slightly, before he reluctantly placed Shen Tangqing on the bed.
Shen Tangqing lay on his side. The sheet was pressed into shallow folds. He unconsciously turned over, and the hem of his shirt rolled up a bit, revealing a small section of a pale, lean waist.
Under the dim light, it instantly attracted Zhou Shuli’s gaze.
The fingertips under his gloves moved slightly.
Desire and reason were in an extreme tug-of-war.
In the end, desire gained the upper hand…
He slowly took off his gloves, revealing those hands that had distinct joints but looked pale.
Then, extremely slowly, he leaned over.
He extended one finger and gently poked Shen Tangqing’s cheek.
Very soft—
But the next second, his body screamed for more.
He actually didn’t have severe mysophobia, but rather—
He suffered from skin hunger.
This was his secret, a secret only he knew.
He had privately sought out countless so-called “experts” and psychological counselors for treatment, but with little effect.
He loathed touching others, and loathed being touched by others even more, yet deep down he craved human touch intensely…
Long-term suppression made him nearly lose control the moment he touched Shen Tangqing.
He was certain that the feeling of physical and mental satisfaction only existed when touching Shen Tangqing.
The touch of others was infinitely disgusting to him.
He turned and went to the bathroom.
Two minutes later, Zhou Shuli came out holding a wet towel.
He didn’t dare touch Shen Tangqing’s skin again. His movements to wipe Shen Tangqing’s face and hands became cautious and careful.
The warm towel covering his face was very comfortable, and Shen Tangqing let out an unconscious soft hum.
Zhou Shuli’s hand holding the towel froze in place. His gaze landed heavily on Shen Tangqing’s face, his eyes full of morbid obsession.
He didn’t even put down the towel immediately.
He actually hated the feeling of having wet things on his hands, but looking at Shen Tangqing, it was as if he forgot he was holding a wet towel.
After a long silence.
Zhou Shuli seemed to come back to his senses.
He walked to the bathroom.
Expressionless, he stood at the sink and scrubbed his hands repeatedly with hand soap.
He didn’t stop until the backs of his hands and his fingers turned from morbidly pale to slightly red.
After drying his hands, he returned to the bedside.
His gaze fell unscrupulously on Shen Tangqing’s face.
From his beautiful eyebrows to his rosy lips.
He watched for a long time.
But in the end, he did nothing.
After adjusting the air conditioner to a suitable temperature, he pulled the thin blanket from the side and covered Shen Tangqing’s lower abdomen.
Leaving a nightlight on, he took his gloves and left the room.
As if he had never been there.
He needed enough sobriety and rationality.
When Zhou Shuli came out of the shower, it was already past one o’clock.
But he wasn’t sleepy at all.
The cold sensation on his skin made him comfortable.
He went to the wine cellar, grabbed a random bottle of whiskey, and sat on the balcony drinking slowly alone.
The night wind blew past, and his thoughts were incomparably clear.
He knew he had crossed a line tonight.
But what he felt more was an indescribable excitement.
Once the floodgates of lust are opened, they can no longer be closed.
For the first time, he had the thought of wanting to possess someone incomparably.
When the bottle hit the bottom, Zhou Shuli was slightly tipsy.
He took a cigarette from the case, his fingertips brushing against the metal casing of the lighter. With a click, a flame leaped up, and he lowered his head—
He slowly exhaled the smoke.
His expression was calm to the point of being eerie.
His gaze fell aimlessly on the pitch-black night sky.
Can he really keep a rose in captivity? Or rather, is the rose willing to be kept by him?
In the end, he calmly reached a conclusion.
It is best if the rose is willing. If not, then—find a way to make him willing.
After finishing the cigarette, Zhou Shuli stood up and returned to his room.
He looked at the time; it was already past four.
Dawn was coming.
When Shen Tangqing woke up, it was almost nine o’clock.
He sat up in bed and couldn’t help but stretch.
There was no discomfort from a hangover.
Fragmented memories flooded into his mind with delayed reaction. He frowned slightly, only remembering playing dice with Zhou Geng and the others last night, then seemingly drinking too much and falling asleep on the sofa?
Who carried him to bed?
Shen Tangqing had no impression.
He looked down at the clothes on his body. After “fermenting” all night, they were wrinkled and looked somewhat tragic.
Although he wasn’t a clean freak, he couldn’t help but frown, feeling like a bun that had gone stale overnight.
Getting out of bed, Shen Tangqing went to the bathroom barefoot.
After washing himself until he smelled good, he put on the bathrobe the servants had prepared in the bathroom and came out.
He didn’t want to wear the stale clothes anymore. He planned to borrow a set of clothes from Zhou Geng.
Although Zhou Geng was taller than him and his clothes would be a size larger, casual wear shouldn’t be unwearable.
He wandered around the room but didn’t find his phone, and he didn’t know if Zhou Geng was awake yet. Hesitating for a second, he prepared to go out and ask a servant.
But just as he opened the room door, he saw Zhou Shuli standing there.
Their eyes met, and Shen Tangqing was stunned. “Brother Zhou, you are…?”
Zhou Shuli’s gaze fell on Shen Tangqing’s white collarbone, and his eyes darkened. The distance between them was a bit close; he could even smell the scent of the same body wash he used on Shen Tangqing.
This gave rise to a hidden excitement in his heart, as if the two were intimately close.
His fingers gripping the bag tightened. After a moment, he spoke slowly.
“Bringing you clothes. I didn’t know what style you like, so I just picked one randomly.”
After speaking, he handed the bag in his hand to Shen Tangqing.
To be precise, it wasn’t a bag; inside was a beautifully wrapped gift box. However, wearing gloves, he deliberately avoided physical contact with Shen Tangqing.
Shen Tangqing was stunned for a moment. He hadn’t expected the arrangements to be so detailed and thorough. Worthy of a wealthy family.
Taking the bag, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“Did Brother Geng send someone to buy it?”
Shen Tangqing didn’t think Zhou Shuli would be considerate enough to buy him clothes. After all, he wasn’t familiar with him at all.
Zhou Shuli’s expression paused slightly. After a moment of silence, he said, “I bought it for you.”
What he didn’t say was that he had personally gone to pick it out for Shen Tangqing early in the morning.
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