But who knew? Maybe one day he would transmigrate back.
Yu Qingchuan thought optimistically.
After mentally preparing himself, Yu Qingchuan helped Lu Shiyi sit up to drink his nutrient solution. Hunger had left him feeling weak, as exhausted as if he had run three thousand meters, and he started eating his own breakfast while supporting Lu Shiyi.
Based on his experience with dieting, drastically cutting his food intake would make his stomach feel terrible for the first three days, but he would be fine once he got through them.
He drank a carton of skim milk, ate three slices of whole wheat bread, and drank a pouch of nutrient solution. Even though his stomach kept growling, he ignored it.
After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Yu Qingchuan remembered that he still needed to wipe Lu Shiyi down, so he went back to the bathroom to wet a towel and wipe Lu Shiyi's face.
Up close, the man's handsome features had an almost aggressive edge, with a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and long eyelashes.
It suddenly occurred to Yu Qingchuan that a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a chain would make his allure absolutely irresistible.
Despite having slept all night, Lu Shiyi's face wasn't the least bit oily. There wasn't even any discharge at the corners of his eyes, and his skin was so good that not a single pore was visible.
Yu Qingchuan wiped his face and hands with the warm towel, then stole a few more looks at him.
Once I slim down, I'll be just as handsome as Lu Shiyi! Yu Qingchuan clenched his fist.
It was still early, so Yu Qingchuan continued painting. Of course, he didn't forget to add a pair of gold-rimmed glasses to Lu Shiyi's face.
He wasn't painting Lu Shiyi in his vegetative state, but as though he had just stepped out of the shower.
His bare upper body had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and clearly defined abs. The man's face was flawlessly handsome, as if he were meeting the viewer's gaze through the canvas.
The painting was so detailed and realistic that a young nurse passing by blushed after a casual glance through the window.
Ahhh, so handsome! So handsome!
Yu Qingchuan was utterly absorbed while painting. Only after finishing the first layer of color did he let out a long breath and raise his wrist to check the time, discovering that two and a half hours had already passed.
He stretched, blow-dried the canvas, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Afterward, he picked up his phone and searched online for rental listings.
The original owner of his body received a monthly allowance of ten thousand. It had originally been fifty thousand, but Yu Chenyi had cut it by twenty thousand because of his reckless spending. Su Ningyue had tried to reason with him, only to make Yu Chenyi even angrier, leaving him with just ten thousand.
The young master usually ate and lived at home, so he didn't actually need much money. However, he liked buying game credit and skins, and later, while pursuing Lu Shiming, he had spent money on flowers and gifts too. As a result, he now had only five thousand left in his account.
In this city with its sky-high housing prices, five thousand would only cover a little over a month's rent.
Maybe I should stay in the school dorms instead?
No, that won't work either. I already said I was moving out to live with Lu Shiming.
Yu Qingchuan felt a little troubled. For now, he would have to finish the painting as quickly as possible and take commissions online to earn money.
At ten o'clock, he started getting hungry again, cold sweat breaking out all over his body. His gaze fell on Lu Shiyi-
No, I can't let Lu Shiyi touch my stomach again. What if I end up depending on him?
But he really felt awful. Yu Qingchuan curled up on the sofa, miserably clutching his slightly smaller but still round belly.
I'm not going to starve to death, am I?
Hunger made his willpower especially weak. Yu Qingchuan kept looking at Lu Shiyi, and in the end, he couldn't resist the temptation. Giving up on himself, he shuffled over to sit beside Lu Shiyi's bed, took his hand, and pressed it against his stomach.
However, he had changed clothes, and the fabric was a little thick, preventing the warmth from reaching him. He couldn't wait any longer...
Yu Qingchuan steeled himself, lifted his shirt, and guided the man's hand underneath it.
Only then did the pain stop.
This really defies science.
But considering I've already transmigrated into a book, a touch that stops the pain isn't all that surprising.
Looking at Lu Shiyi's sleeping face, Yu Qingchuan apologized again. "Brother Yi, once my body gets used to eating this much, I won't use your hand anymore."
Listening to Yu Qingchuan, Lu Shiyi grew anxious. If the young man stopped touching him, would he still be able to recover?
In his anxiety, Lu Shiyi tried to stop him from leaving. To his surprise, his hand actually moved. Although it was only a single finger joint, he immediately froze.
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