Chapter 110: Zero also gets sick
Time flies.

Pompeii's gift did not cause any trouble for Utsunomiya Zhuo. The spring break continued and Zhuo rarely went out.

Zhuo didn't understand how many choices and secrets could be hidden in a letter from the Dragon King. Maybe one day they would surface... He couldn't see so much. (Just like some readers scolded the protagonist for being mentally retarded. Now that the letter is written, you can't guess the hint given by Pompeii.)
During this period of time, the relationship between Utsunomiya Zhuo and Ling has become increasingly harmonious. Zhuo has become accustomed to her sitting beside him every night to daydream or study together.

During their rest time, they rarely go out. They just stay at home reading books or watching movies. Occasionally, they will play some educational games to kill time.

Because of Ling, there is never a shortage of snacks and refreshments.

This kind of life is peaceful.

Time passed quickly too.

……

This happened one morning a week before the end of spring break.

"……Um?"

It was a morning like any other. Zhuo got up when Ling knocked on the door. He walked past the sofa, the aroma of steamed dumplings and soy milk wafting through the room, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

After he finished brushing his teeth and washing his face, Zhuo returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, only to find that Ling had not returned yet... meaning from the kitchen to the living room.

In the past, at this time of time, she would have already prepared breakfast and sat at the other end of the sofa waiting for him to appear and eat together.

She is always on time like a robot.

When I saw her coming out of the kitchen, I suddenly noticed that Ling's face was a little red.

It is already April, the weather is very suitable, the air conditioner is always on, keeping the temperature the same as usual. Ling is wearing a T-shirt and trousers, which is conservative but also very warm.

Upon closer inspection, her movements were somewhat slow, her expression had a sharper edge, and one could hear her breathing coming from her nose.

Breathing a little short.

Although she acted normal, there was no doubt that something was wrong with her body.

Before Zhuo could say anything, she suddenly clenched her teeth, her body shivered as if she had a chill, and then she slowly bent over.

"What's wrong, what are you doing?"

Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and quickly stood up from the sofa, wanting to go around to the other side of the table to support her body so that she could sit on the sofa.

But during this time, Ling had already placed the tray of breakfast in his hand steadily on the low table in a hunched and not very good-looking posture, and then stood up again with his hands on the table.

"…It's okay, I just have a little pain in my lower abdomen."

She shook her hand at Zhuo, but cold sweat was already oozing out of her ears. This show of strength was too obvious.

After she finished speaking, her waist, which she had tried to straighten, bent again involuntarily, and her face began to turn pale.

"But... you're in so much pain, and you still say you're fine? Come on, let's go to the hospital."

Zhuo Zhen didn't know what she was thinking, so he went over to her, held her arm and wanted to walk out.

This is a ruthless person who doesn't change his expression even when his knee is broken!

What disease could cause such pain?
Kidney stones?

Ling gently but stubbornly pushed his hand away and said weakly, "No need to go to the hospital, I will be fine in a while, I know it myself."

"You know nothing! You are being polite to me... I mean, we are friends, and you can't delay a disease that you can't stand..."

Zhuo spoke incoherently, then reached out his hand again, but what he met was Ling, who was supporting the table with one hand and covering his lower abdomen with the other hand. He looked up at him from the side with a bit of anger and evasiveness in his eyes.

The words I was about to say were instantly cut off by this look.

Utsunomiya Shuo slowly withdrew his hand.

Ling also lowered her head, her light golden hair drooping naturally, covering her overly pale face.

"Zero, are you sure you're not sick?"

"No."

Out of concern, Zhuo asked again, but got a firm denial.

Perhaps he only guessed that Zhuo was observing him, so Ling did not raise his head when answering the question. Instead, he lowered his head and shook his head, with his hair swaying like a willow branch.

"... Then, please sit down first."

Zhuo hurriedly moved the low table away so that Ling could sit down in the shortest time possible and walk fewer steps.

Zero said nothing, put one hand on his lower abdomen, and slowly moved over.

After she came to the sofa, she kicked off her slippers and threw them aside, making a 'click' sound. Then she put her feet on the sofa, curled up her legs, wrapped them with her arms, and buried her face in them.

Like forming a cocoon.

Speaking of which, Zhuo doesn't know much about the cases of these hybrids. These reptiles generally don't get sick because the germs from the outside world can't defeat the dragon blood in their bodies.

Ling has been staying with him during this period, although the daily workload has increased: he comes to work very early every day, buys groceries, cooks, cleans, and tidies up the room... and finally rushes to the residence late at night.

Every day.

Plus Zero's stubborn and aggressive personality.

Therefore, some of Zero's words cannot be believed...including his eyes.

Zhuo knew that doing so might be offensive, but he still put his hand into her bangs and covered her forehead.

Zero shook his head symbolically to express his resistance.

But he didn't look up.

As expected, the temperature on her forehead was slightly warmer, but she looked...

"The forehead is quite hot."

“…Not hot.”

"Do you want to take your temperature to confirm?"

"No need. Don't worry about it."

Normally, such indifference would be enough to make Zhuo sneer, but today he always felt like he was just a paper tiger.

Some want to laugh.

Zhuo watched her curled up on the sofa like a wounded, insecure kitten.

After a long silence and careful consideration, he finally asked softly in a tentative tone.

"Zero, is this menstrual pain?"

After hearing what he said, Ling looked up and glared at him despite the pain, and his already pale cheeks actually turned a little pink.

“…This is the time to remain silent.”

After saying that, she buried her face between her legs again.

It seems to be the case.

After all, it is already the 21st century, and even boys should have some common sense about these things.

But visiting relatives is a girl's privacy after all... But what does a girl's privacy have to do with Ling? Ling is a tough guy who can calmly say that he has his period at a temperature of minus 200 degrees.

She had done this before during the exam.

So Zhuo was not sure for a moment.

Besides, is it really that painful? Even this girl can't stand it?

Zhuo didn't believe it.

——The most painful thing in the world is kidney stones.

"Why haven't I seen you before? What happened today? Are you tired?"

Zhuo didn't know what to do for a moment.

Although Zhuo had never paid attention to Ling's menstrual period, they had been together for such a long time and Ling had never had this experience, not even a headache or fever.

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