Before his master died, he had always been well cared for. Whether he was hungry or sick, he never had to worry.
He had relied on his master too much, so much so that his health steadily deteriorated after his master passed away.
He couldn't cook. For a while at first, he always left the kitchen in chaos, either forgetting to add water to the rice or leaving it undercooked.
As for the dishes, he always burned them, added too much salt, or simply added no seasoning at all.
In short, he was utterly hopeless at taking care of himself.
Chu Qingjiu had lived like that for a long time. Sometimes he simply skipped meals, and he only ate out when he landed a job.
His meals and sleep had never followed any sort of regular schedule. Coupled with the yin energy clinging to him, his health had never recovered after he turned eighteen.
During the time he lived alone, he had no choice but to shoulder everything himself. He had only himself.
Leaning against Qi Wu, Chu Qingjiu felt safer than he ever had before, but he still stubbornly insisted, "I already... am an adult."
"With me, you don't have to be an adult. You can act spoiled like a child, be unreasonable, be mischievous. You can do whatever you want.
"Because I'm not a younger brother you need to look after. I'm your boyfriend, someone who stands by your side."
Qi Wu's voice was firm, carrying an authority that brooked no argument and made him easy to believe.
He meant it.
"Besides, who says the older person has to give way to the younger one? There's no such rule, Qingjiu. I can't just keep taking your patience and understanding for granted. That would wear you out."
Chu Qingjiu