"Cough, cough, cough-"
Ji Yanzhi began coughing violently. In the middle of it, he suddenly unbuckled his seat belt and ran out of the car.
He had barely reached the roadside before he threw up.
All the blood in his body seemed to rush to his face. He began trembling slightly, wracked by intermittent coughs and utterly miserable.
When he finally straightened up and managed to clean himself up a little, he turned around only to discover that Ji Ting was gone.
Ji Yanzhi panted, the dizziness in his head making him close his dark eyes.
It was just as well that he had gone. Even I find myself disgusting.
Ji Yanzhi had not been born with his obsession with cleanliness. From childhood through adolescence, he had only liked being clean as much as any ordinary person.
But everything had changed after he was locked in the Stables for half a month. At first, he had only worried about whether he still smelled. Over time, it developed into a constant feeling that his body and everything around him were unclean.
He could not actually smell anything unpleasant, yet the odors of sweat, horse manure, and rotting fodder lingered endlessly in his nose. Just like the servant who had changed his clothes back then-one disgusted gesture of covering their nose had clung to him like maggots burrowing into bone, right up to the present.
Ji Yanzhi was even somewhat relieved that Ji Ting had run off in time. If he saw him like this and looked at him that way too...
Ji Yanzhi suddenly curled his lips in self-mockery, telling himself again that it did not matter. Whether Ji Ting was disgusted by him or not was irrelevant. He had no reason to care.
Just as he stood there in a