Chapter 112, Porridge
Facts have proved that it is always better to be prepared when doing things.

The bottom of one of the pots of brown sugar water had become sticky and had begun to turn black, so it was impossible to give it out to the patient to drink.

Fortunately, he had a Plan B.

I opened the closet again. The closet, which was originally empty and useless, was now filled with all kinds of plates, tea cups, and knives and forks, all of which had not been sorted out.

Get out a small bowl and a spoon.

The freshly boiled brown sugar water was very hot. When it was served, some of it accidentally splashed out, leaving a light red mark on the table.

It's also very hot in the hand.

Porcelain bowl.

piping hot.

Utsunomiya Shuo kept his head down the whole time, staring at the small bowl in his hand, and then walked carefully into the bedroom.

It may spill if you are not careful.

open the door.

"Here it comes, sir! Your brown sugar water~"

Zhuo shouted in a deliberately funny tone.

But there was no response from the room.

He first put the brown sugar water on the bedside table and then looked at it.

Ling was still lying on her side obediently. Or rather, she had to lie there, still facing the wall, with her back to the bedroom door, her body hunched, without any movement.

It seems like it happened.

If you look closely, you can see that the black T-shirt on Zero has become darker, especially the part on his back, which sticks to his body.

How painful it could be to make Ling break out in a sweat, Zhuo didn't even dare to imagine it.

Utsunomiya Shuo stood beside the bed, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

But for some reason, seeing her in so much pain, Zhuo's heart also began to wrench up... This made Zhuo subconsciously want to escape from here.

"...Zero, how about I massage you first? Otherwise, it will be uncomfortable for me to see you carrying me like this."

Zhuo said with a frown.

I couldn't care about anything else at this moment. This girl was so damn stubborn. She didn't even make a sound even though she was in so much pain, and she even came to cook early in the morning.

If this continues, I will be dead of guilt, if not heartbroken.

"Rub...you...how..."

There were intermittent voices coming from the bed, and Ling was trembling even when he spoke.

But there was still no change in his tone, and no trace of pain could be heard.

Zhuo couldn't wait for her to agree, so he put his hands together and rubbed his palms together quickly. When the heat became unbearable, he immediately knelt on the bed, went around Ling's back and put his hands into the quilt. Then, he followed his feeling and reached into Ling's T-shirt and pressed on her tender belly.

"…Well…"

This time the temperature was very high, and Zhuo rubbed his hands until he couldn't stand it anymore and stopped.

The moment she touched Zero, she immediately shivered all over and uttered a muffled groan that was not in line with her personality. This groan almost made Zhuo Shi tremble, and it felt like his soul was temporarily lifted into the air.

Ling also realized that something was wrong with him, so he hooked his neck even tighter and buried his face in the quilt.

Zhuo couldn't see her expression clearly, and didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements. He just quietly used his palms to gently draw circles on her lower abdomen.

After the temperature dropped slightly, Zhuo rubbed his palms again to warm them up.

After going back and forth like this for nearly half an hour, the sweat on Ling's body slowly cooled down, his breathing became even, and Zhuo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Zhuo slowly stepped down from the head of the bed, sat on the ground, and stared up in a daze.

There was no sound behind him.

But Zhuo knew that Ling must be awake.

Because just when I was about to continue warming her lower abdomen, the back of my hand was pinched.

It hurts.

Officially speaking, this was the first time that Zhuo touched Ling's body without any obstruction. The smooth, soft and clear touch was something he would probably never forget in his life.

In Zhuo's imagination, Ling should have abdominal muscles... although it's very rude.

But her little belly was soft, like a balloon filled with cotton, which could be popped with a little force.

This was an afterthought. A few seconds ago, he had no thoughts of going astray.

Just as Zhuo was staring down at his red hands and thinking about the philosophy of life, he heard some faint voices behind him.

"...You go eat first, I feel much better now."

Since he didn't hear any anger in the voice, Zhuo felt relieved.

He pressed his palms twice on his trouser legs. Such a simple action was somewhat uncomfortable.

Then stand up.

"You need to explain this kind of situation in the future. Don't torture yourself like this, okay? You can't be so stubborn."

Zhuo spoke with a hint of complaint, then helped her tuck in the quilt.

Zero turned his back to this side and nodded gently.

But Zhuo was not satisfied with her reaction, and always felt it was perfunctory.

It wasn't the first time he had thought this.

Do these mixed-bloods have to be very stubborn and obstinate, and in the end bleed and hold back tears, in order to show that you are cool?

Cool you!
This is stupid!
But these words cannot be said.

Finally, Zhuo sighed slowly and swallowed back what was in his heart. He glanced at the motionless and possibly already dead Lolita, hesitated for a moment, and walked to the closet, took out a blue T-shirt and placed it beside the bed.

"The clothes are here. You don't have to worry about lunch. Have a good rest."

If you continue to act stubbornly and do something weird, I’ll kill you!
I didn’t dare say the last sentence.

After saying that, he moved the brown sugar water to the head of the bed so that he could drink it without sitting up.

Then go out.

When he stepped out of the room, Zhuo seemed to feel a familiar gaze behind him.

But he didn't look back.

Closed the door.

……

The breakfast must have gotten cold. It was already past ten in the morning and it was almost time for lunch.

Although he said it very fluently, saying that Zero doesn't have to worry about anything... in fact, it was just fluent talk.

But the words had already been spoken, and Zhuo had no choice but to go ahead with it.

During this period, when Ling was too busy, Zhuo would often help her out...washing vegetables and so on...but hasn't he seen a pig run but never eaten pork?

Just follow the recipe on your phone and you can’t go too far wrong.

then.

I stayed in the kitchen for more than two hours and even went to the pharmacy at noon.

A bowl of fragrant medicinal porridge is finally ready.

When he was about to go to the bedroom to take credit with a proud look on his face, he found that Ling was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Utsunomiya Shuo was wearing baking gloves and holding a ceramic pot between his hands. The pot was covered with a lid, and the sound of boiling water gurgling was still coming out of the lid.

The two looked at each other.

No one spoke first.

This process probably lasted a few seconds.

"what have you done."

Zero spoke first.

Zhuo walked over, put the pot on the table, handed over the spoon, and said with a bit of embarrassment but forced a straight face.

"Porridge, with dried ginger, red dates, coix seeds, wolfberries and mugwort leaves. The doctor said it's very effective for menstrual pain. It's a little hot."

Ling sat there, holding the spoon in his hand without moving, but his eyes were fixed on him, his pupils reflecting the sunlight, emitting a strange light.

　Thanks to brother An Yi Zi Liao Gong for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to Ye Zhi Shang Mie Iongdi for the monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)