Chapter 85
After Shen Shuyu finished applying the medicine, Wen Jiafei left the room.
He put on his own clothes. After digesting for a moment, he could calmly face that idiot Chi Yanxun again.
The others were all in the living room. Seeing him come out, Lin Xuyi called out, “Everyone’s here now, let’s eat.”
It was already past twelve noon. To welcome Chi Yanxun and celebrate their championship, Lin Xuyi had added some dishes. A luxurious spread filled the table, and it was still hot.
Shen Shuyu walked slowly to the dining table, and the others sat down as well.
Lin Xuyi opened a bottle of wine. While pouring the sixth glass, he suddenly paused. “Does the Little Young Master drink too?”
Shen Shuyu said “Ah.” “Otherwise? Drink Wang Zai Milk?”
Hearing this, Shen Xili couldn’t help lowering his head to chuckle. Shen Shuyu looked speechless. “Cut the crap, pour the wine.”
Lin Xuyi said “Oh,” but still withdrew his hand. “You should drink juice. You’re injured so badly; what if something happens if you drink?”
While he was speaking, Wen Jiafei had already come out of the small kitchen. In his hand was a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, which he placed right by Shen Shuyu’s hand.
Lin Xuyi said, “See, how thoughtful Jiafei is.”
Shen Shuyu truly didn’t expect that not being able to drink at home was one thing, but not being able to drink at a rare gathering was another. But there was no helping it; in his current condition, he really shouldn’t drink.
Although unhappy inside, he accepted the juice suggestion.
Lin Xuyi raised his glass. “Friends, let’s toast. First, to celebrate becoming champions and bringing glory to Amor Planet! Second, to celebrate becoming partners who fought side by side. Everyone has worked hard during this time!”
The others also raised their glasses and clinked them. The crisp sound of glasses rang out a few times and then vanished.
Shen Shuyu took a sip of juice; it was actually quite good.
The meal wasn’t as silent as imagined. Lin Xuyi was very good at mediating the atmosphere, and Shen Shuyu stayed far away from Chi Yanxun.
Finishing this meal felt refreshing.
Shen Shuyu nestled into the sofa. The medicine Wen Jiafei applied was really effective; the discomfort in his body had eased a lot by now.
But after eating and drinking his fill, he began to ponder a key problem.
How should he explain this to Shen Yisi?
Clothes could cover the injuries on his body, but there were still some injuries on his face that wouldn’t fade immediately. If Shen Yisi saw this, he absolutely wouldn’t let Bai Wei off. Shen Shuyu didn’t want to alert Shen Yisi yet.
Shen Xili walked over carrying two bottles of water, handed one to him, and asked, “What are you thinking about?”
Shen Shuyu took the water. “Nothing.”
He didn’t drink, casually tucking the water into his embrace, showing no intention of conversing with Shen Xili.
Shen Xili wasn’t annoyed. Watching the Little Young Master clutching the water, he tilted his head back to take a sip, smiling quite happily.
Catching Shen Xili’s smile, Shen Shuyu couldn’t understand. After the survival battle ended, the Protagonist Gong and Shou should have had a heart-to-heart talk all night, plus they had supported each other. Now there should be many ambiguous feelings or words to say. Why was this Shen Xili dangling in front of him every day?
Truly incomprehensible. Moreover, he observed that there were no ambiguous factors between Shen Xili and Chi Yanxun at all. Instead, because of his fight with Bai Wei today, the two seemed about to clash.
Shen Shuyu couldn’t help thinking: Could this Shen Xili be interested in me?
But after thinking it, he felt amused. Regardless of interest, they would be on the same household register sooner or later anyway. He just needed to wait for the plot to reach that moment.
Shen Xili placed the water bottle aside and asked, “How is your injury?”
“Wen Jiafei fixed me up,” Shen Shuyu said. “It’s fine.”
Shen Xili gave an “Oh” and added, “I heard them say you have a brother, but this face of yours…”
He clicked his tongue lightly.
Tsk what tsk! Tsk what tsk! Doesn’t he know what his face looks like?
Shen Shuyu glared at Shen Xili in dissatisfaction, only to see him conjure a tube of ointment from somewhere. He said, “I’ve used this ointment before; it’s very effective for healing injuries. Want to try?”
Shen Shuyu said, “Name. I’ll have someone buy it.”
Shen Xili said, “Not available here.”
Not available? Shen Shuyu looked at him in confusion.
Shen Xili patted the sofa beside him, signaling Shen Shuyu to come over while saying, “A medicine unique to my hometown. Amor doesn’t have it. I brought this from home too.”
Shen Xili’s hometown referred to the place he lived since childhood.
Shen Shuyu put down the water and extended his hand toward him. “I’ll apply it myself.”
“No small mirror.” Shen Xili tilted his head. “Is the Little Young Master afraid I’ll be heavy-handed? You can rest assured; I’m actually quite gentle.”
With such a beautiful face tilting at you, Shen Shuyu took a deep breath, stood up, walked over to him, and plonked down. He deliberately pulled a long face: “Apply it well.”
As soon as he finished speaking, his head was turned to the left, face-to-face with Shen Xili, very close, quite ambiguous.
Shen Xili still wore a smile. “Don’t worry, Little Young Master.”
Shen Shuyu muttered, “Don’t call me Little Young Master.”
Where did this Shen Xili learn that!
Shen Xili opened the cap of the ointment, squeezed out some milky white cream, let his gaze fall on Shen Shuyu’s palette-like face, and placed his warm fingertip on the wound.
Shen Shuyu was ready to cry out in pain, but surprisingly, the sensation was minimal.
Shen Xili applied it very meticulously, as if treating a porcelain doll.
Shen Shuyu shivered at that metaphor. He moved, and Shen Xili said gently, “Don’t move.”
Shen Shuyu didn’t dare move again. Not knowing where to look, his eyes wandered randomly but finally landed on the face of the person in front of him.
He had discovered more than once that Shen Xili was very good-looking. No, rather, the protagonists’ looks were never poor.
Noticing his slightly dazed gaze, Shen Xili chuckled softly. “Little Young Master, what are you looking at?”
“You’re quite good-looking,” Shen Shuyu said sincerely. “Quite pretty.”
Shen Xili raised an eyebrow slightly, deliberately pressing his finger harder on Shen Shuyu’s face. The fingertip sank into Shen Shuyu’s cheek, inexplicably soft.
Shen Shuyu started grimacing again. “Are you sick?”
Shen Xili withdrew his finger and squeezed some more ointment onto his fingertip. He said, “Little Young Master, using ‘pretty’ to praise an Alpha is not a good word.”
Shen Shuyu gave an “Oh” but didn’t correct himself. “But I wasn’t wrong. Doesn’t Yan Qing have long hair? If you grew long hair, you’d definitely be prettier than him.”
This time Shen Xili ignored Shen Shuyu. Shen Shuyu pouted, feeling bored.
But not talking like this was too ambiguous. Shen Shuyu thought for a moment and asked, “What kind of planet is the one you came from?”
Shen Xili was stunned, his gaze involuntarily shifting from the wound to Shen Shuyu’s whole face.
Seeing his reaction, Shen Shuyu blinked. “What? If you don’t want to say, forget it.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to say,” Shen Xili continued applying the medicine to Shen Shuyu meticulously. “I’m just surprised you asked me. After all, I thought the Little Young Master really, really, really hated me.”
“Then you thought right. I super, super, super hate you,” Shen Shuyu retorted, receiving a retaliatory poke on the cheek from Shen Xili.
He endured it this time, not grimacing, but his eye socket turned red from the pain.
Shen Xili pursed his lips and moved his finger away. He asked, “Why do you hate me?”
“Does hating require a reason?” Shen Shuyu asked back.
“Then why do you like Chi Yanxun?” Shen Xili didn’t answer his question either.
Shen Shuyu said “Ah.” “Does liking require a reason too?”
Neither hate nor love required a reason.
But Shen Shuyu silently added in his heart that he didn’t like an Alpha like Chi Yanxun at all. Although his looks and background were top-tier in every aspect, he just couldn’t imagine why the original owner liked him. Was a love brain just like that?
Even if the other party despised him, he felt the other party liked him—after all, why only despise him and not others?
Shen Shuyu zoned out again for a moment.
Shen Xili said, “Little Young Master?”
Shen Shuyu snapped back to reality. He said, “You should talk about your planet.”
“You want to hear?” Shen Xili hadn’t expected him to bring it up again; he thought Shen Shuyu had just asked casually.
Shen Shuyu gave an “En.” “Want to hear.”
This time, it was Shen Xili’s turn to be silent.
Although he didn’t shy away from his past, if asked to speak about it, he really didn’t know where to start.
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