Lu Xunji stared at him intently with his deep, dark purple eyes.
Xie Ji reached out and touched his forehead, then leaned in and touched his forehead to Lu Xunji's, then sat back down strangely and looked Lu Xunji in the eye openly.
It's as if those chaotic memories from the ship don't exist.
"What's wrong with you?" Xie Ji frowned, completely at a loss, and stood up abruptly. "Too much blood loss caused insufficient blood supply to the brain, and you've gone mad?"
The boy's handsome face was filled with worry. "I'll go get the doctor."
Don't go.
A hoarse, trembling voice.
Like rolling through sand and gravel.
Lu Xunji's voice was a deep, husky, mature voice typical of young people. He was usually very cold and aloof when he spoke, and when paired with his indifferent expression that kept people at arm's length, he could even exude a sense of oppression and gloom from someone in a superior position when necessary.
They look at people like they're dogs.
This was Xie Ji's reaction upon first seeing Lu Xunji's eyes, revealing just how aloof this young master usually was.
That's strange, isn't he the one who was raised in a wealthy family since childhood?
How could a child who grew up in the countryside possess such a strong sense of authority?
Xie Ji sighed.
Perhaps some things are just in our genes; that's why they say he's a true young master.
"What's wrong?" Xie Ji leaned down, not daring to touch his hand. "Does your wound hurt?"
Lu Xunji lay on the bed, watching the young man's golden hair fall down from his long, slender neck, winding across the white bedding.
He reached out and grabbed Xie Ji's hair.
"Huh?" Xie Ji was taken aback, looking directly into Lu Xunji's eyes. "What's wrong with you? Say something."
Silence, still silence.
However, Lu Xunji's gaze toward him became even more unrestrained.
That gaze, so thick it seemed to have licked every inch of Xie Ji's exposed skin, heated the air, creating an atmosphere so intense and ambiguous that even Xie Ji, oblivious to the imperfections, sensed something was amiss.
Xie Ji glanced down. "..."
Brother, you're really quite ill.
"Uh." Xie Ji raised his hand and pulled Lu Xunji's hand off his hair, asking sincerely, "Are you trying to resolve some personal issues right now?"
Lu Xunji suddenly smiled.
His usual cold laugh now carried a hint of madness, sinister and chilling, with a sense of utter despair. "Yes."
"..." Xie Ji's silence was deafening, and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up. "Awesome."
He's so badly injured, blood's everywhere. He just woke up from hemorrhage shock, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Lu.
It has to be the main character, someone with unwavering courage and determination.
Xie Ji paused for a moment. "Then I'll make room for you?"
Lu Xunji raised an eyebrow. "One hand isn't convenient."
Xie Ji glanced at him. "..."
You know it's inconvenient, bro.
"What should we do then?" Xie Ji was seriously worried for Lu Xunji, wishing he could search online for some ideas for him.
What should I do if I'm clumsy?
I need help urgently.
"If it really doesn't work, can we just bear with it?"
Is it really that urgent? This illness is so urgent! Sigh, it needs treatment, right? It should be treated, shouldn't it?
Otherwise, after he finishes his mission and leaves, Lu Xunji will have to just grab anyone on the street and ask, "Can we kiss? Is kissing okay? I really want to kiss you, what should I do?"
Who else is as kind as him, letting you touch and kiss them if you want!
It might get even worse in the future, escalating to things like, "Hi, we don't know each other, but can I have sex with you?"
Wouldn't that be a complete disaster?
That's incredibly presumptuous.
Looking at his innocent face, Lu Xunji suddenly felt inexplicably irritated.
It's happening again.
It's happening again!
He was always open and honest, but he himself was full of secrets.
He struggled in the mud, covered in mud, while Xie Ji stood on the bank, reaching out to him and asking if he needed help.
Perhaps Xie Ji couldn't quite understand Lu Xunji's feelings at this moment; someone who has been trapped in the mire for too long doesn't want to be saved.
What he wanted was to drag that person, standing in the sunlight with a gentle and beautiful smile, into the bottomless mud, to cover every inch of him with the foul liquid, to exchange bodily fluids and absorb each other's body heat in the cold abyss, to merge and sink together.
Lu Xunji took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said, "Mmm."
Xie Ji didn't understand. "Hmm, what does that mean? Can you tolerate it or not?"
Lu Xunji was incredibly annoyed. Reason and desire were locked in a fierce struggle, and a violent rage was resurfacing within him. After a long pause, he said in a low voice, "Get out."
Xie Ji thought that he was strong-willed despite his disability and intended to do it himself, so he obediently went out and closed the ward door, standing guard at the door like a goalkeeper.
When Shang Yan returned after paying the fee, this was the scene he saw.
"What are you doing? Standing guard?" Shang Yan walked over and nudged Xie Ji. "I'm going in to check if he's awake. The doctor said he's fine, he should be awake by now."
Xie Ji slammed the door shut and said sternly, "Not now, you can't go in."
Shang Yan didn't understand. "Why?"
"He's awake and needs to deal with some very personal issues."
Shang Yan laughed angrily, "Just woke up from blood loss, unable to lift a finger, what problem can you solve? I want to see how personal this problem is, get out of the way."
Xie Ji wouldn't let him in. "No! You really can't!"
Then the door slammed open from the inside, and Xie Ji lost his balance and fell into Lu Xunji's arms, making him groan.
Shang Yan glanced at him. "What personal problem are you dealing with?"
Lu Xunji helped Xie Ji steady himself, then said calmly with his eyes lowered, "To urinate."
Perhaps unaccustomed to such vulgar language, Young Master Shang frowned, coughed, and, probably trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, joked, "What's wrong with going to the toilet? We're all men. Lu Xunji's hand is injured and it's inconvenient for him; he might even be able to help you."
Lu Xunji remained expressionless and sat down by the bed.
At this moment, his face, already pale from blood loss, had a broken look. His dark eyelashes drooped, covering his purplish-red eyes and concealing all emotions. His messy black hair covered his forehead, adding a touch of eerie ghostly aura. He looked like a night demon that haunted the jungle at night, sucking the life force of people.
It possesses a fatal allure.
Xie Ji's thoughtful gaze swept between Shang Yan and Lu Xunji, and suddenly he realized something.
So the storyline is starting to unfold, right?!
Could this aloof guy have taken a liking to their Lu, the perfect catch?!
They even offered to help my brother!
Vulgar! Shameless! Inhuman!
Xie Ji's innate instinct to save women kicked in immediately. He quickly walked to Lu Xunji's side, blocking Shang Yan's gaze from reaching Lu Xunji, and said in a deep voice, "My brother doesn't need your help!"
Shang Yan and Lu Xunji both turned their attention to him.
Xie Ji, holding Lu Xunji's hand, advised, "Brother, remember this: no man is a good one! A brother can lend you a hand, family can lend you a hand twice, but only Nantong can truly help you a lot!"