Xie Ji thought for a moment before realizing what was happening, and slowly refused, "No need, brother, I can handle it and have breakfast tomorrow... Your hand is still injured, so don't move around too much."
Lu Xunji threw off the covers, got out of bed, and looked for his shoes. Without saying anything more, he simply said, "You can't sleep if you haven't eaten enough."
"Brother..." Xie Ji a warmth in his heart, his eyes immediately widening into bright red eyes. "How do you know my brother so well? But your hands..."
Lu Xunji lowered his head and pinched the tip of his snow-white chin. "It'll be alright soon, it's nothing."
Xie Ji hugged his brother's leg, deeply moved. "Thank you, Lu Xunji. Without you, who would treat me like a child?"
Lu Xunji patted his head. "Put on your shoes."
"Oh oh."
Xie Ji glanced at the time; it was already very late, 2:30 AM. The courtyard was quiet, all the live-streaming equipment was turned off, and only a dim nightlight remained outside.
Xie Ji said in a low voice, "Won't this disturb everyone's sleep? It's so late."
Lu Xunji glanced at him and said in a low voice, "The kitchen is on the first floor, some distance from the bedroom. As long as it's not frying or stir-frying, it won't make too much noise."
Xie Ji nodded, turned on his flashlight, and followed Lu Xunji downstairs.
Lu Xunji placed him on the sofa, then turned to turn on the kitchen light.
A short while later, the faint sound of water boiling could be heard from the kitchen.
It's really small and won't disturb anyone's rest.
Xie Ji finally felt relieved, sat on the sofa, clutched his stomach, looked up at the ceiling, and talked to his stomach.
"Stop yelling, stop yelling, we'll be eating soon."
Ten minutes later, Lu Xunji placed a simple bowl of tomato and egg noodles on the table.
Xie Ji, wearing slippers, quietly sat down at the dining table, drooling over a large bowl of tomato noodles. "It smells so good."
Lu Xunji handed him a pair of chopsticks.
"Give me a small bowl, bro." Xie Ji broke apart the chopsticks and said softly, "I can't finish all this, don't waste it later."
Lu Xunji sat down in front of him and wiped the water droplets off his hands with a handkerchief. "I'll eat what you can't finish."
"That's why you need a small bowl," Xie Ji said. "Don't you never touch things that other people have touched? If I use a big bowl, there will be my saliva in the leftover noodles."
Lu Xunji raised an eyebrow, his deep purple eyes gleaming with desire in the dim light. "When have I ever looked down on you?"
Xie Ji: "..."
Yes, just a few hours ago this person was biting his tongue and sucking wildly.
Xie Ji pursed his lips, stopped worrying about it, and quickly lowered his head to eat his noodles.
Lu Xunji's cooking skills were truly exceptional. Even with the Hand of the God of Cooking, none of his dishes could compare to Lu Xunji's. It was just a simple bowl of noodles, yet Xie Ji felt that this bowl of tomato and egg noodles was the best noodles in the world.
Lu Xunji leaned back in his chair, watching Xie Ji gulp down a bowl twice the size of his face, his cheek bulging out and his lips smeared with pale red tomato juice.
He squinted, sensing that if Xie Ji ate anything else, his cheeks would bulge out like this, making him look like he couldn't eat anymore...
"I like your saliva." Lu Xunji tapped his fingers on the table, then suddenly whispered, "It's very sweet."
"Cough cough cough cough cough--!!!"
Xie Ji spat out a mouthful of noodles and began coughing in a very disheveled manner. Because he was mindful that the others were still resting, he didn't even dare to cough too loudly, covering his lips and suppressing his cough. After coughing, his eyes were wet with tears.
"Huh?" Xie Ji felt his worldview being gradually shattered. "What liquid?!"
Lu Xunji thoughtfully poured him a glass of water, pushed it in front of him, and raised an eyebrow, saying calmly, "It's nothing."
Xie Ji thought for a moment, then took the water Lu Xunji poured for him and took a big gulp. "Brother, could you please not start with zero frames next time? Give me some pre-cast animation so I can prepare. It's really easy to choke like that."
Lu Xunji thought for a moment and then asked, "You don't like it?"
"Brother," Xie Ji speechlessly, "Who could possibly like that?"
"Alright." Lu Xunji withdrew his hand, tilted his head, and said, "Do you like someone like Shang Yan?"
Xie Ji glanced at his brother twice, then cautiously continued eating, chatting with him between bites. "How could you... slurp... think like that... slurp..."
"You're very close to him." Lu Xunji lowered his eyes, deliberately emphasizing, "Closer than to Ji Shi. I can observe that in your heart, Shang Yan holds a higher position than Ji Shi."
"Damn." Xie Ji whispered, "Slurp... You could even notice that? Slurp, is your heart made of weights?"
Lu Xunji wasn't bothered by his change of topic. "Answer my question, sweetie."
Xie Ji: "Slurp... what... slurp... a problem?"
"I prefer Shang Yan." Lu Xunji leaned forward. "Or me?"
Xie Ji swallowed a mouthful of noodles. "What kind of question is this? Are you jealous of Shang Yan?"
Lu Xunji raised an eyebrow, leaned back, and adopted a superior posture, as if in control of the situation. "No, just chatting casually. But if you like Shang Yan, I'll be mindful of my boundaries."
He paused for a moment, then said, "I like cleanliness, both physically and mentally."
Xie Ji stopped eating his noodles and clicked his tongue.
I feel a little offended.
This scene, this dialogue, is strangely reminiscent of a sugar daddy and his secret lover.
Forget it, I won't get angry if others do. Getting angry will only make you sick, and no one can take your place. He already has the greatest illness in the world, so let him be.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled. "I do like Shang Yan, but not in the way you described. He's mature, steady, and a good person. I like being friends with him."
Most importantly, he's good at making money; he likes men who can make money the most!
After he finished answering, Lu Xunji didn't say anything more, but just watched him eat quietly.
Xie Ji was frightened and angered by Lu Xunji during this meal, and he didn't really want to eat anymore.
Looking down, he saw that the bowl, which was as big as a basin, had been almost emptied, with only some soup and about two chopsticks of noodles left at the bottom.
Xie Ji: "..."
Why did he feel like he couldn't finish the food?
Seeing him stop eating, Lu Xunji stood up as if nothing had happened. "Are you full?"
"Hmm." Xie Ji pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth. "Thank you... ugh."
His words were drowned out by the kiss. Lu Xunji braced himself on the table with one hand, while his other injured hand held Xie Ji's chin, and he bent down to press his lips against Xie Ji's.
Xie Ji's mouth was filled with the aroma of tomato and egg noodles, which was then swept away by his enthusiastic tongue.
He tried to push him away, but when he grabbed Lu Xunji's wrist, the feel of the gauze made him pull his hand back.
Damn... he has an injury on this hand.
Xie Ji dared not exert any force, and could only helplessly clench her hands on the chair, her slender fingers turning slightly white.
More than half an hour later, Lu Xunji licked Xie Ji's lips with lingering pleasure before letting him go.
Xie Ji slumped back in the chair, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his lips slightly parted as he gasped for breath.
Lu Xunji watched Xie Ji's dumbfounded expression with satisfaction, gently rubbed his lips with his fingertip, then picked up Xie Ji's chopsticks, finished the rest of the noodles, and even drank every last drop of the soup before going into the kitchen to wash the bowl.
When they came out, Xie Ji was slumped in a chair, still in a daze.
He bent down and scooped the child up in his arms. "Time to go back to sleep, sweetie."
Thank you everyone for the little gifts!
I checked the gift and it's worth over a hundred!
Their strength is indeed not to be underestimated.
So I'm adding an extra chapter today.
There should be two more chapters later.