Anomaly Control Bureau

Shen Ranxin lay expressionlessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Lu Zhi sat beside him ingratiatingly, reaching out to massage his waist before carefully leaning closer. "Does it still hurt?"

Shen Ranxin closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "No, it doesn't hurt at all. It was just so-so. Seriously, it was only six hours, and it wasn't even that big."

Lu Zhi paused. "Do you like it bigger?"

Shen Ranxin took a deep breath and flashed a dead smile. "No. I like it smaller, because little things are cute too."

Lu Zhi pressed his lips together. "Then I'll ask the director to think of something..."

Shen Ranxin slapped Lu Zhi across the face. "Don't go asking the director to solve everything!"

"Oh." Lu Zhi leaned over and rubbed against Shen Ranxin's chin. "Then do you like it?"

Shen Ranxin kicked him, tugging at the wound behind him and making him hiss in pain. He said hoarsely, "Ask another annoying question like that and get the hell out."

Lu Zhi wisely shut up.

Shen Ranxin lay there until late morning before he had enough energy to get up and look over the script for a while. During that time, medical staff came by, wanting to draw a tube of Lu Zhi's glandular fluid.

Lu Zhi seemed extremely resistant to the matter. Though he did not refuse verbally, his expression was so frighteningly grim that the doctors, even in protective gear, stood off to the side without daring to approach.

The director opened the observation room's glass partition, looked at the young doctors trembling from Lu Zhi's intimidation, and said, "If he doesn't like it, don't draw it for now. Come out first."

Over the years, the Anomaly Management Center had come to feel somewhat guilty toward Lu Zhi, so