Parasite in your body

Back home, out of respect for the artist's team, Jiang Songhe immediately informed Wasin of the work schedule for the next day when Jonah would be at Yunhe to record the "Yan Ge Xing" reaction segment.

After listening, Vasin nodded his chin to indicate that he understood, and stood facing Jiang Songhe, but did not move to end the conversation.

"Shall I repeat it again slowly?" Jiang Songhe thought that Wasin didn't understand the language and didn't fully understand what she was saying.

“No.” Vasin untied his folded, drooping hands and raised one to scratch his dark brown face.

Jiang Songhe tried to analyze the big guy's behavior. After a few seconds of analysis, he took out his phone and glanced at the time. It wasn't even 3 p.m. He raised his eyebrows and asked as slowly as possible, "You're not... hungry again, are you?"

“Oh, no. I want to ask… to borrow…” Vasin tried several different ways of saying it, but he didn’t seem to have thought of the right words yet. Although his face was still expressionless, a layer of sweat was visibly seeping from his forehead. It was unclear what he wanted to say in such a hurry.

Jiang Songhe vaguely remembered that Vasin could speak fluent English when he was in a hurry, and feeling genuinely worried for him, she said, "It's OK. You can speak English."

“…May I use the bathroom, please?” Vasin said, lowering his chin even more nervously.

Jiang Songhe had initially wanted to ask, "You haven't used it at all this time, have you?" but glancing at the increasingly large beads of sweat on Vasin's forehead, she finally spread her hands and pointed towards the guest rooms and stairwell, saying succinctly, "Sure, go ahead."

Vasin nodded stiffly, then turned and went to the room in the stairwell.

"..." Jiang Songhe wondered if all of Man'er's management team were so disciplined, and at the same time, she was curious about the usual way Jonah and Vasin, his assistant and bodyguard, interacted, so that he had to ask for permission for such a small matter.

In short, it doesn't seem like a pattern of having developed an ambiguous relationship.

Good.

Jiang Songhe smiled, went upstairs to her bedroom, and saw that Jonathan was still sleeping. She went into the dressing room to change into her workout clothes, planning to go to the gym for an hour first, then take a shower and make a simple dinner.

Around 6 p.m., which is noon in Man'er, I called my younger brother Jiang Songyun, whom I hadn't spoken to properly for several days.

During her time back in China, Jiang Songhe was preoccupied with a lot of troubles and subconsciously felt guilty towards Jiang Songyun. So she only asked him a few questions occasionally about her brother's recent preparations for the competition in Maner. When she learned that everything was fine, she didn't talk to him any further.

Firstly, he was afraid that Jiang Songyun would be disappointed and distracted if he asked about "Yan Ge Xing". Secondly, Jiang Songhe really did not have the time or energy to be tactful in his words.

Jiang Songhe stayed in the underground gym until 4:30. She took off her workout clothes that were sticking to her body and threw them into the washing machine. She then took a shower in the attached shower room to wash away the sweat, changed into her pajamas, dried her hair, and tidied herself up. Her workout clothes were also dry by then.

Back on the first floor, Jiang Songhe found that Jonathan had woken up and was wandering around the room with his hands on his hips, slurping his stomach.

"Hungry?" Jiang Songhe walked over and smoothed down the tuft of hair sticking up on Jonathan's head. "I was just about to cook."

To everyone's surprise, Jonathan frowned, brushed Jiang Songhe's hand away, and said irritably, "Not at all. I ate too much at noon, and now I feel like a balloon about to fly away. You can make it for that guy Vasin."

This is heartburn from eating and then going to sleep.

But at lunchtime, Jiang Songhe didn't eat anything hard to digest, and Jonathan ate a little bit at a time, only drinking pumpkin porridge and not touching any solid rice. That shouldn't be the case...

Has this person, who has lived such a privileged life in Manr all these years, actually been eating properly?

"Tsk." Jiang Songhe was inexplicably a little angry. Let Jonathan wander off as he pleased. He turned around and went into the kitchen, took out a health pot from the cupboard, and put hawthorn, dried tangerine peel and rock sugar from the refrigerator into it.

With a blank expression, I waited for the cold water to boil, then turned it down to a simmer, watching the rock sugar melt little by little, occasionally lifting the lid and stirring it a few times with a long-handled spoon.

"Jiang Songhe." The person who wasn't eating properly wandered into the kitchen and asked slyly, "Do you know what you look like right now?"

Jiang Songhe didn't even lift his eyelids, and silently sprinkled another handful of dried hawthorns into the mixture.

He continued cooking for a while, then, holding the handle of the pot lid with one hand, he scooped out a spoonful of the thickening broth with the other and blew on it endlessly.

“Like a male witch.” Jonathan answered himself, leaning over the counter and grabbing a spoon in his mouth. His features immediately contorted, and he spat the spoon out with a shiver. “Ouch~~~ So sour!”

Jiang Songhe's lips curled into a few pixels, and he pulled out a bowl from the dish rack drawer, took out a sturdy soup bowl, and said with an authoritative look, "It should be sour."

Then he switched to a large porcelain spoon, filled the bowl with the clear red soup, scooped and skimmed it, and handed it to Jonathan: "Drink it all."

"It's too sour," Jonathan smacked his lips and refused. "I'm not drinking it."

"You don't have to drink it." Jiang Songhe pretended to put the bowl down. "If you fly away, no one will save you."

Jonathan eventually accepted the bowl obediently, but still couldn't resist pitifully haggling over the price.

"Could I have a few more candies?"

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There were still some leftover vegetables from the morning in the refrigerator. Jonathan's mouth was occupied with hawthorn and tangerine peel drink, so Jiang Songhe and Wasin focused on eating their fill for dinner, keeping the dishes quick and simple.

After tidying up after dinner, Jiang Songhe turned on the TV in the living room, placed the remote controls for various commonly used appliances and a note with the WiFi password on the coffee table, told Jonathan Xi that she needed to call Songyun, and then went upstairs to her room alone.

At 6 o'clock sharp, Jiang Songhe sent a WeChat message to Jiang Songyun, asking, "Is it convenient to video chat? I want to see you." Jiang Songyun quickly replied, "I'll pick up the food and send it to you."

Five minutes later, Jiang Songyun's sweaty face appeared on the screen.

The two brothers met remotely, and their first words to each other were, "How have you been lately?" followed by a knowing smile.

Jiang Songhe scratched Jiang Songyun's face with her thumb, as if trying to soothe an itch. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but her younger brother, who was only 18 years old, had become more angular and sharp in just over ten days.

The little rascal is becoming more manly.

Jiang Songhe's return to China was rushed; he hadn't had a proper goodbye to Jiang Songyun, nor had they witnessed together the important moments of coming of age and entering the finals. His eyes suddenly welled up with tears. He pursed his lips and, using a diversionary tactic, asked Jiang Songyun to show him what to have for lunch.

Jiang Songyun flipped the camera over to show him a colorful boiled feast laid out on his lap as he sat on the floor.

Jiang Songhe shook his head, thinking to himself, "With such intense activity every day, how can he keep up with the nutrition?" But when he caught a glimpse of Jiang Songyun's sweat-drenched muscles clinging to his body on the screen, he swallowed his words of dissatisfaction.

Jiang Songyun had limited time during his lunch break. After confirming with his own eyes that his younger brother was alright, Jiang Songhe went to the memorial room next door with his phone and remotely offered incense to their parents on his behalf.

As Jiang Songhe emerged from the memorial hall, she heard a strange boy's voice calling her Jiang Songyun over her phone. The boy had a foreign accent but spoke in Chinese, which was quite odd.

Before Jiang Songhe could ask who it was, Jiang Songyun hurriedly ended the call by saying that afternoon training was about to begin.

I didn't ask about the current situation of "Yan Ge Xing" or my brother.

Jiang Songhe felt uneasy. Clutching her phone, which showed "18:36," she stood blankly at the door for a long time.

"I guess I'm just getting old..." he chuckled bitterly.

Jiang Songhe hasn't had a proper rest since last night. She answered all the questions she planned to do today, and she's already quite tired.

Back in his bedroom, he sent a WeChat message to inquire about the progress of various tasks related to "Yan Ge Xing". Knowing that he would have to go to work tomorrow and would most likely have to deal with the chaotic scene of a top celebrity visiting the company, he turned over and got into bed to sleep.

The bedside lamp on the other side of the bed was left on.

...

The battery is low, but I can't seem to turn it off.

Jiang Songhe lay with her eyes closed, tired of lying in bed, and sleepiness hadn't yet come over her.

After a while, Jiang Songhe stirred, hesitating whether to go downstairs to check. At that moment, footsteps approached from outside the bedroom, initially chaotic and noisy, but suddenly stopped abruptly when they reached the door.

Jiang Songhe stopped moving and lay perfectly straight.

"Jiang Songhe?" Footsteps were replaced by a low voice, coming from the doorway to the bedside. One side of the mattress sank in, and the light through her eyelids flickered. "It's only a little past nine, why are you asleep so early? I was going to ask Songyun how he's been lately..."

Jiang Songhe remained silent.

The blanket on the other side of the bed was lifted by one corner and then covered again, causing the pillow on the same side to sink in.

A warm breath brushed against his cheek, asking him a question that wasn't quite a question: "Are you tired?"

Jiang Songhe's fingers twitched unconsciously inside the blanket.

The cool sensation climbed up my forearm, then wandered over my abdomen. A larger patch nestled in my left palm, while a smaller patch circled the web between my thumb and forefinger, gently rubbing the area outside the still slightly swollen and painful spot.

"I'm sorry, I won't bite you again."

Jiang Songhe felt a tightness in his chest and a sting in his eyes. He turned to the side, grabbed the warmth of the person beside him, and pulled them into his arms, pressing their thin back tightly against his own so that his face could be completely buried in the neck of the person beside him.

It attempts to express loneliness and the need for companionship in this obscure way.

Sensing a response from behind, Jiang Songhe hugged her tighter, greedily inhaling her pure, reassuring scent.

Neither the giver nor the receiver spoke, letting the embrace, devoid of any lust, tighten until the receiver let out a suffocating gasp, at which point Jiang Songhe loosened his grip.

Unexpectedly, force was simultaneously applied to his chest and back, instantly reversing the roles of giver and receiver.

"It's okay, hold me tight," the person said. "It doesn't matter if it hurts or I feel suffocated."

"I want to... parasitize your body..."

Jiang Songhe's breath hitched. She pulled her hand away from her chest, slipped it through the gap between the other person's neck and the pillow, and placed it on the back of the head covered with fine, soft hair. Her palm slid down the thin back of the head, over the other person's shoulder, and onto her own, as if only in this way could she hold on tight enough.

It seems that this allows another person's body to parasitize one's own internal organs, limbs, and bones.

The increasingly suffocating air around him aroused a desire to possess and devour, a urge to cause harm.

Jiang Songhe nodded deeply, then bit down hard on the collarbone that was brought to her lips and teeth...