Chapter 20: This Can't Be Love

When Zhuo tried hard to hold up his heavy eyelids, what came into view again was the plain white ceiling of the bedroom.

The familiar quilt wrapped his body, covering it tightly from the neck down, but he was sweating all over, his body was sticky, and he felt hot, cold, and uncomfortable.

The towel covering his forehead was already close to body temperature and had lost its cooling effect. He wanted to reach out and take it off, but when he moved his arm, he found that the blanket wrapped around him was very tightly wrapped. In addition, Zhuo had no strength to stretch it out, so he had to give up.

Now I understand that he is currently a silkworm chrysalis in the process of metamorphosis.

The light was on in the room.
Of course there won’t be a beautiful girl sitting next to the bed.

The sight continued to spread, the familiar wardrobe, the familiar bedside table, the familiar desk, and the unfamiliar back.

Perhaps she felt Zhuo's gaze, the girl who was sitting in the chair in front of the desk turned her head, and when she found that he had woken up, she stood up and stood at the head of the bed, staring at him.

Nor spoke.

The memories in his mind began to awaken, and he remembered what happened before bit by bit.

It turns out that it wasn’t a dream.

Zhuo was still lying on the bed, being looked down upon by Ling, which made him feel like a minister meeting the queen in the court.

Zhuo wanted to say something, but his throat was so dry and itchy, as if there was a piece of phlegm stuck in it.

But spitting in front of Her Majesty the Queen is very indecent.
So Zhuo moved his throat and swallowed it.

Then Zhuo clearly saw that Ling frowned her beautiful eyebrows.

"Thank you." Zhuo said dryly.

Zero didn't say anything, and it wasn't known whether he was discouraged by his previous actions.

What a shame!

Now that I think about it, it seems like I am always embarrassed and despised in front of Zero.

That’s why I say that showing off is not suitable for me at all.

Zhuo avoided her eyes and stopped looking at her. He moved his neck and looked around the pillow, but did not find what he was looking for.

I could only give up and lie down, and asked: "...Have you seen my phone?"

When Zero heard his question, his brows furrowed even deeper. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke: "In your trouser pocket."

After saying this, Zero turned around and walked out without saying anything.

Open the door, close the door.

The room fell silent again.

Zhuo still lay quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling above in a daze.

After what happened last Saturday, Zhuo roughly understood what kind of person Romanov was—he was unwilling to interact with others, nor was he willing to owe favors to others.

This is why what happened before happened, she didn’t mean it too deeply.

I just felt that he was implicated, so I returned the favor.

Ling didn't owe him anything. What happened last night was just his self-satisfaction for various reasons. The fever and cold were just because his body couldn't withstand it.

So Ling just left like that, and Zhuo didn't think there was anything wrong.

The fact that she found him at school and brought him back was enough for Zhuo to treat her with gratitude.

and many more!

bring back?
How did you bring it back?

He had no memory of what happened after he fell into a coma.

But if you think about it, you can guess it's pretty close.

He probably carried it down the stairs and then put it in the car and brought it back.

Because Zero could clearly tell that his cell phone was in his trouser pocket, which meant that he was not dragged back by the thigh.

Maybe because of a good night's sleep, Zhuo's brain felt much more relaxed. He could already imagine the scene in his mind, the scene of the 1.5-meter-tall Ling carrying him down the stairs.

It’s really... I feel ashamed just thinking about it.

But besides the shame, there was also an itchy feeling in his heart, which made Zhuo sober up all of a sudden. He knew very well what this feeling was.

But there are three major illusions in the world: she likes me, I have plenty of time, and I can show off.

Zhuo tried his best not to think about these things. He moved his hands under the quilt and slowly took out his cell phone from his pocket, but he was troubled when he tried to take it out.

It's tied too tightly!

Is this the method used to wrap patients?

Are you sure this isn't a restraint to hold a mental patient in place?
He couldn't even bend his arms.

Zhuo had no choice but to twist his body and roll around on the bed, trying to shake off the quilt. Fortunately, Ling still had some conscience and didn't tie another hemp rope around the quilt.

As luck would have it, the door of the room opened.

The silkworm pupa on the bed was hunched over, twisting back and forth, and then it stopped for a moment.

Ling held the glass in one hand, looked at him expressionlessly for two seconds, and then closed the door again.

wash:"……"

His strange behavior was exposed, and he felt socially dead at that moment. Zhuo felt that the rest of his life was unnecessary.

The key point is that Zhuo couldn't even cover his face with the quilt. In a few seconds, he recalled his short life:
In kindergarten, I peed in my pants like other kids in order to disguise myself.
In elementary school, he cried the loudest in the class to protect his pretty teacher from being taken advantage of by other bad boys.

My life is like walking on thin ice...

Then, the familiar sound of the door opening was heard again.

Zhuo suddenly became alert, turned over, and lay face down without saying a word.

Zero didn't say anything.
He only heard the sound of dripping water, so he turned his head and looked over there secretly.

She had already placed the glass on the bedside table. Ling was squatting on the ground, holding a black plastic bag in her hand and putting it on the trash can.

Zhuo didn't know whether she noticed him or not. Anyway, Ling ignored his self-satisfaction, picked up the wet towel that had fallen from the bedside and put it aside.

Although it is a bit presumptuous,

But the familiar maternal love suddenly began to attack him.

Perhaps influenced by Ling, the embarrassment in Zhuo's heart quickly faded away and he gradually regained his composure... Putting aside the facts, the reason why he felt embarrassed was also Ling's fault. If she was a man with average looks, Zhuo would never feel ashamed.

Even a talent show.

Zhuo cleared his throat and tried his best to sound like a human.

"……what time is it now."

"23pm, you slept for two hours."

Ling answered calmly, and cooperated with Zhuo's actions, turning him over and handing him a glass of water on the bedside table.

Zhuo Sha took it in his hands and drank the water with his head down.

He drank slowly because his chest suddenly felt warm and he needed to calm down.

This is not love, and it cannot be love.

Because if anyone else did these things, Zhuo would have the same reaction, so it is impossible that he likes her...including his good brother Kiritani Jin.

If anyone can do it, how can it be considered love, right?

It was just a coincidence. The atmosphere was too warm, and coupled with the beauty of Zero, such a chemical reaction occurred.

It's just lustful.

Before Zhuo could recover from this feeling, an unquestionable force suddenly came from his forehead, forcibly separating his face from the cup.

Then an almost transparent hand took away the cup.

Then, my forehead felt cool and my brain felt refreshed.

Zhuo was completely dumbfounded, slumped on the pillow like a puppet at the mercy of others, staring blankly at Ling who had just put a new towel on his forehead and was then observing his expression.

(End of this chapter)