Chapter 7: Do You Have Some Kind of Disease Where You’ll Die If You Don’t Eat Sugar?
Zhou Yili didn’t sleep long that time.
He heard a clattering and banging noise from downstairs.
Like a beautiful little white bird had been locked in the house, and the next day it was bumping around trying to fly away.
No one else had ever been to his apartment.
So…
Zhou Yili lifted the thin blanket from his face, got out of bed with a full body of displeasure, his unruly blue hair sticking up in several places, his pants loose as he went downstairs—
“Shen, Ji, Xing!”
“Are you tearing down the house?”
The culprit was startled, and subconsciously loosened his grip on the object in his hand.
“Plop.”
A drawer was also overturned.
Zhou Yili stood at the foot of the stairs, looking at his minimalist, cold-toned living room.
Good, it looks like a Syrian battlefield.
“You—”
His long eyes were filled with impatient anger as he coldly swept his gaze towards the culprit. When he saw his pale face, he was startled, “What’s wrong?”
Shen Jixing knew he was in the wrong, bending down to clean up the mess on the floor.
“Sorry, it wasn’t intentional.”
His cold, beautiful fingertips picked up the scattered items one by one, with a slight, involuntary tremor.
“I wanted to find some antacids or painkillers.”
Usually, there would be some medicine at home, but he had obviously overlooked Zhou Yili’s constitution.
This young master had been incredibly healthy since childhood.
Physically, mentally, and constitutionally, he was extraordinarily healthy and strong.
Suddenly, his drooping wrist was grabbed.
Zhou Yili pulled him up from the ground and pressed him onto the sofa, not gently.
“Sit still.”
Then he coldly went upstairs, found a bottle of painkillers from his bedroom, and poured a handful into his palm, biting the cap.
He mumbled, “Only this, make do with it.”
Shen Jixing glanced at the cap he was biting, one of his teeth slightly pointed, making his features sharp and wild.
He said calmly, “No need for so many.”
Too many painkillers are bad for your health.
What Zhou Yili had in his hand…
Was probably a lethal dose.
Zhou Yili knelt on one knee, biting the cap as he looked up at him, meaning something like: What are you thinking? Even if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t poison you in my own house.
“…”
Zhou Yili picked out one pill from the large pile, “Eat it.”
Shen Jixing was silent for two seconds, then reached out, his voice calmly bargaining, “Two then.”
One small pill fell into his palm.
Zhou Yili poured the rest back into the bottle without raising his head, his tone still lazily casual, and somewhat annoying.
“Just one, eat it if you want.”
“…”
Since it was painkiller, one would work.
Shen Jixing leaned lazily on the sofa, rarely seeing this young master squatting on the floor, condescendingly cleaning up the mess.
His black pajamas opened at the collar, revealing his wild and alluring figure from this angle.
Shen Jixing looked for two seconds, then looked away.
“You’re quite destructive.”
Zhou Yili would occasionally let out a few sarcastic remarks.
Shen Jixing’s ears turned slightly red, changing the subject, “Why do you have painkillers in your room?”
He remembered that Zhou Yili rarely got sick, at least not during the year they knew each other.
This young master didn’t even have a common cold.
Shen Jixing suddenly realized something and wanted to take back his words.
It was already too late.
Zhou Yili remained in a kneeling position, the veins on his drooping arms moving, throwing the remote back into the drawer.
“You tell me?” He asked back.
Shen Jixing didn’t speak.
Perhaps the only pain Zhou Yili had was caused by him.
After a moment of silence, Shen Jixing stood up, “I’ll go rest for a while, thank you today.”
Zhou Yili closed the messy drawer and stood up, looking at him for a few seconds.
Suddenly, he called out to him, “Shen Jixing.”
Shen Jixing stepped onto the stairs, looking at him sideways, “Mm?”
Zhou Yili leaned back slightly, asking casually.
“Do you have some kind of disease where you’ll die if you don’t eat sugar?”
“…?”
Shen Jixing rarely frowned in confusion.
Zhou Yili also didn’t understand.
This person was fine yesterday, jumping around, and today he’s a paper person.
“You only drank that sugar-free coffee from yesterday until now?”
Could it be because of the missing three sugars?
Absurd, but not impossible.
Shen Jixing stood on the dark circular stairs, his clear eyes soft and slightly ambiguous as he looked at him, “Is there a possibility…”
“That I only drank a cup of sugar-free coffee.”
“…”
“……”
Oh, hungry.
Zhou Yili didn’t often stay here, let alone fill the refrigerator with food. Besides, who was like him, almost dying if he didn’t eat for a meal or two.
“Although my house is indeed bare, you can order takeout, right?”
Zhou Yili tried to distance himself.
Shen Jixing looked at him for two seconds, “I don’t eat takeout.”
Then he went upstairs without saying a word.
Zhou Yili: “?”
What’s it to you if I don’t eat takeout?
Try to put on airs again?
…
Twenty minutes later, Little Chef Aunt Zhang arrived with her fragrant sweet potato and snow fungus porridge.
She was chattering away in the kitchen, “You big stars, you don’t pay attention to your health, sometimes you eat a lot, sometimes you don’t, sometimes you eat some kind of low-carb diet, nine out of ten have stomach problems…”
Zhou Yili lightly touched his ear with one hand, clearly tired of listening.
“Mm, I’m the only one without any problems.”
Aunt Zhang gave him a death stare from the kitchen.
Zhou Yili didn’t raise his head from his game, “It’s all thanks to you.”
The little lion was relaxed and lazy, sweet-mouthed and good at coaxing people.
Aunt Zhang immediately smiled, “You’ve only gotten a little fatter in the past two years, a few years ago you were so skinny, like a little… thing…”
Zhou Yili looked up at her.
Aunt Zhang smiled sheepishly, as if nothing happened.
“Alright, don’t bother, he can’t eat much.”
Zhou Yili controlled his game character to wreak havoc, casually urging, “Hurry up and take it upstairs, don’t let him starve to death in my house.”
“What are you talking about?”
Aunt Zhang glared at him and then carried the plate upstairs.
She suddenly remembered something, “By the way, is the little girl easy to get along with?”
She was an introvert and a little nervous.
Zhou Yili was stunned, “Little girl?”
Aunt Zhang nodded, “Yes.”
What the hell.
Zhou Yili lowered his head and scrolled through the screen, lazily reminding him, “I’m talking about a friend.”
Aunt Zhang continued to nod, “Yes, girlfriend.”
Her deduction wasn’t unreasonable.
After all, the young master didn’t have any friends.
Those little friends of his, he wouldn’t poison them, let alone care so much…
“Not easy to get along with.”
Zhou Yili casually killed someone in the game, making up lies, “Very fierce, so you’d better feed him yourself, or else he’ll throw the bowl of porridge at your head.”
“…”
Aunt Zhang went upstairs cautiously.
She hesitated and gently knocked on the door, “Hello?”
Little pepper?
A few seconds later, the door to the guest room opened.
A cold and refined young man stood at the door, gently buttoning his shirt at his neck, his eyes sleepy as if he was about to fall asleep, looking up at the stunned Aunt Zhang.
Four eyes met.
Silence.
Three minutes later, Aunt Zhang came downstairs in a daze.
“Little girl, how is she?” Zhou Yili smiled mischievously.
This little rascal.
“She’s pretty good,” Aunt Zhang couldn’t help but exclaim, “Although she’s not a little girl, she’s prettier than a little girl.”
Teacher Shen was the most beautiful person she had ever seen.
Zhou Yili scoffed indifferently, “Don’t act, it’s not your first time meeting him?”
When Shen Jixing was at the Zhou family before.
The entire Zhou family’s servants were all excited, secretly coming to steal a glance at the world-class genius with his unbelievably handsome looks.
Aunt Zhang smiled and asked, “Are you two… back together?”
She didn’t know what happened specifically.
She only knew that the two had a big fight and hadn’t contacted each other for a long time.
“Kids? Back together?”
Zhou Yili scoffed lazily, lowering his head to continue scrolling through the screen and killing the enemy in the game.
“He came to me himself, saying he had nowhere to go.”
This time, he directly attacked from the second tower to the high ground.
Zhou Yili killed the enemy and fell calmly to the ground.
He let go of his phone and glanced at the second floor. He couldn’t see what the person was doing behind the closed door.
Waiting for his resurrection time, Zhou Yili said sarcastically with a cool tone.
