Even until Death, the Scum Gong thought I was a White LotusCh19 - P*nis soup, have a bowl, it’s invigorating

[Excessive fluctuation of Tan Tao’s mental state detected]

[He went crazy?] Xie Mu leaned against the window, watching the various colors of the scenery flash by as the car sped past, his lips curling slightly. D Zx2f

[Let him go crazy. In any case, his craziness can’t bother me anymore.]

Bo Qin was driving the car. He only had to think back to the youth’s cold pretense towards Tan Tao, and his heart would release waves of endorphins. He couldn’t hold back a glance at his little lover propped against the window.

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His eyelids were slightly drooped, and his alluring lips quirked as if he were in a beautiful dream.

And, Bo Qin would ensure the continuation of that beautiful dream. R7djVz

After seeing the psychiatrist, the youth began following the doctor’s instructions, wandering leisurely around the garden, glutting on his favorite foods, and relaxing by watching some television.

The last item was to write a diary each night before bed.

When Xie Mu first began writing, he had been a little suspicious, writing what he ate that day, what he played. Later, he realized that Bo Qin was not interested in the slightest in his diary, not even asking for his password. Only then did he gradually start adding in other things.

Bo Qin indeed exhibited zero interest in Xie Mu’s diary, even suggesting on his own for Xie Mu to put his codebook in a locked drawer. Although he suggested that in a joking manner, the youth’s guard was successfully put down.

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All of the above Bo Qin saw in Xie Mu’s diary.

Whenever the youth slowly ambled out for a stroll, the man, who had originally been working in the study, would cooly arrive in front of the codebook. He would enter the password with familiarity, taking a look at what else his little lover had written.

Even if it was only some trivialities, like how many eggs he had eaten that morning and the like, Bo Qin ate them up with gusto. As long as it was something his lover had written.

Xie Mu had already written in his diary for ten days, and other than the first three days, he included in it his emotions. irP1lW

Bo Qin would revisit any previous entries before reading the newest ones as if he were eating a delicacy he could not bear to eat.

[Today, I ate lotus root powder starch balls. It tasted very good.]

The youth’s handwriting was delicate, just like his person, every fallen word serious and neat.

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[Today, it rained lightly and I went out to the garden with an umbrella to watch the fish. The red one was the liveliest and the prettiest. All the feed I brought was consumed. It’s too bad that there aren’t enough red fish; I always feel as if he would be lonely.] cym7XN

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[Today, I suddenly discovered that the lake had a lot of red fish. Maybe they were hiding so I missed them before. They look really pretty when they swim around and I finished the fish food this time too. I feel really happy when I see them finish eating.]

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The three hundred something red fish he had people dump into the pond in the middle of the night was not in vain. pzLU7d

After finishing the first three days and maybe realizing that his lover had no way of peeking at his diary, the latter content no longer recorded what he ate or played, and became a record of his daily emotions.

[Today, Bo Qin especially pushed off his work to come home to accompany me. I know I should not delay his time, but whenever he’s at my side, my heart is especially happy. I really want to live a lifetime like this.]

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[Today, I made bitter melon. Bo Qin ate it with delight and praised that I was capable. I’m happy.]

[Bo Qin stayed up really late last night. I know that he’s mass dealing with his workload to make time for me. I told him that I don’t need to be accompanied, that I can recover well by myself, but he said that I am the most important. phtc2E

I’m really ecstatic; it’s like I’m in a dream. Why did I think that Bo Qin hardly cared about me before? He obviously loves me so much. Thank goodness I didn’t tell him at that time, otherwise, he would definitely be really hurt.]

[Today, I went to see him really early in the morning. He was sleeping very deeply. I couldn’t help myself from drawing him. It wasn’t drawn very well, so I don’t want to show him. I’m going to hide it, and when I miss Bo Qin, I’ll take it out to look at.

Suddenly I remembered that before I fell sick, I hid a lot of my drawings of him. After this sickness, I don’t even know where they all went. Those were all silently drawn by me; if I lost them, I would really feel a little bad. If I could recover them, that would be great.]

A sheet of drawing paper was clamped between that page. The man reached out a slender hand to spread the page open, smiling as he saw himself. 8vkLOZ

Xie Mu had always really liked drawing, but he thought that his art was not very good, never allowing him to see what he drew. He hadn’t realized that he had always been drawing him.

He carefully refolded the piece of paper, putting it back in its original place and continuing to read on.

All the way to the last day was the youth’s neat and delicate handwriting.

[Bo Qin works really hard. I’m learning online how to make replenishing soup. I’m waiting for tomorrow to make it for him. qpjVgk

These past few days I’ve been wanting to ask him something, but every time I see his fatigued appearance, I don’t want to bother him. But…ei…]

After but was smears of black ink. The man wrinkled his brows, and even after trying for half a day, he still couldn’t figure out what the smeared word was.

What did he want to say to him.

Were his memories unwinding? 9tvuzd

Or was it…Tan Tao?

But he was only speculating. Bo Qin’s brows sank. He had used abnormal means to trick Xie Mu back to his side. As long as there was a little wind blowing through the grass, he could not help but wonder if Xie Mu had remembered.

If he really remembered, what measures should he take.

But thinking of Xie Mu happily greeting him that day and his appearance as he left for his stroll, it did not seem like there were any gaps. iDc2oJ

Bo Qin’s heart suddenly flashed through with countless possibilities. He calculated that it was almost time and put back the diary in its original spot, returning to the study.

As expected, within half an hour, from the door came the sound of knocking. Bo Qin watched the computer screen and responded, “Come in.”

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“Bo Qin, it’s time to eat.”

The youth carefully walked inside. The man set down the mouse he had used as a prop, his long body standing up. He pet his lover’s head with a doting look on his face, “Xiao Mu, I’m almost done with my work, and I’ll be able to relax for a while after.” xvflGn

Xie Mu’s pretty, round eyes were full of pure joy, “Then this period of time, you should rest well. I made replenishing soup for you to energize your body. Come downstairs quickly to drink it.”

Bo Qin smiled and nodded, his eyes hiding a darkness in their depths.

What did Xiao Mu want to talk to him about.

From the time Xie Mu had come back, the daily three meals were made by him. Currently, he had no job, so every day he busied himself thinking about what to make for him. Bo Qin was already used to this kind of little lover, the two people sitting at the table just like they used to. l5EZ6J

Xie Mu brought over a bowl of soup, setting it down in front of the man with care. He sat in his own seat looking at him balefully, “Try the taste?”

Bo Qin looked at him warmly, dipping his head to drink a mouthful. The soup was fragrant, seeming to warm all the way to his stomach.

He said, “It’s delicious.”

The smile on the youth’s face brightened up in an instant. After brightening up, he watched the man as he drank mouthful after mouthful, a shred of guilty conscience flashing through his eyes. 641PsR

“Drink more; it’s good for the body.”

Bo Qin accurately caught that shred of fakeness.

The hand he used to support the bowl tightened, but the expression of his face did not change, “Xiao Mu, what soup is this?”

“It’s, it’s just for replenishing the body…” LGBaEo

Xie Mu indeed became flustered, stammering his reply. His eyelashes shuttered subconsciously, hiding the emotions in his eyes.

The man’s heart went through countless possibilities.

He didn’t believe that Xie Mu would do something to his soup, seeing as the youth in front of him loved him more than he loved himself.

So what was in the soup. oai7Eh

“Xiao Mu, tell the truth. No matter what, I won’t blame you.”

He did not speak very harshly, but the youth’s eyes still reddened inexplicably. He lowered his head, his voice low, and whispered,

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“It’s…p*nis soup…”

“You, you haven’t touched me in ten days already…” pOX7qk

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Translator’s note:

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The author surprises me more every single day. I never saw thirsty Xie Mu™ coming.

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