Chapter 11: Spoiled

On the day of going to the countryside, Li Zimai felt carsick while sitting in the bus. It was the first time he realized that the mountain roads could be so rugged and the feeling of carsickness could be so terrible.

"Are you going to vomit?"

Li Zimai leaned on Cheng Che's shoulder, half dead, "No...don't..."

Cheng Che handed him the garbage bag and patted his back, "It will feel better if you spit it out."

"Why don't you faint?"

"I'm used to sitting here."

"Where exactly is your home?"

"In the countryside, the gods won't want to know."

Li Zimai rubbed his head against Cheng Che's neck, making Cheng Che's hair stand on end. He called out to the monitor, as if he was about to change seats. Li Zimai leaned closer to him and said softly, "Brother Che, let me lean on him for a while. I really can't take it anymore."

When they arrived at the service station, Cheng Che bought motion sickness medicine and oranges. He returned to the car, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, helped him take the medicine, and then peeled the orange peel and stuffed it into Li Zimai's nose.

Li Zimai smelled the fragrance of orange peel and felt for the first time that orange was such a fragrant fruit, soft, small and so cute.

Cheng Che's hand was grabbed, and he raised it to pretend to chop with a knife, "Don't touch me, are you annoying?"

Li Zimai was pleased and leaned on Cheng Che's shoulder again, saying with emotion: "Cheche, you are so suitable to be my wife."

Cheng Che pushed his head away and said, "You are not suitable to be my wife."

Another three or four hours later, Li Zimai finally woke up under the effect of motion sickness medicine. He could see Cheng Che's sleeping face by slightly turning his head.

The sunlight enveloped the vast mountain forest outside the car window, and came in cautiously, sprinkling on the wings of Cheng Che's nose. The uneven scar between his eyebrows was like a slight flaw in white jade, as if a fairy from heaven had finally descended to the mortal world.

Cheng Che slept restlessly. At some point, his head suddenly felt supported. He frowned slightly and heard a familiar voice, "Keep sleeping. It's not time yet."

Cheng Che didn't open his eyes and continued to sleep.

"Li Shen, do you want to drink..."

Wu Ze was holding a bottle of Coke and handing it to Li Zimai. Li Zimai made a gesture to keep quiet. Wu Ze nodded quickly and said in a low voice, "Li Shen, are you still dizzy? Do you want some Coke?"

Li Zimai took the Coke and said thank you with his eyes.

Lin Lin leaned against Wu Ze and "peeked" at the two boys in the back seat through the small gap between the seats. "Brother Wu, this scene is so beautiful. Can you take a picture for me?"

Wu Ze turned her head and said, "Keep your voice down."

These words just happened to reach Li Zimai's ears. He endured the dizziness and took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket, clicked on the selfie, and took pictures of himself and Cheng Che who was leaning on his shoulder. After taking the pictures, he looked at the sleeping Cheng Che with great satisfaction.

After arriving in the town, they took another small van to reach their final destination. Li Zimai managed to vomit during the last bumpy ride. Cheng Che looked at Li Zimai, who was leaning against a crooked tree and vomiting acid, and felt extremely disgusted.

"What are you doing? Don't take pictures..."

Cheng Che took a dirty photo of Li Shen and said, "If you mess with me again, I'll post it on the school group."

"How can you be so vicious!"

"Why are you such a weakling?"

The school arranged groups of three to live in villagers' homes. Cheng Che's group had a class monitor. To facilitate notification, the teacher arranged the three people in a house at the entrance of the village. The owners of the house were an elderly couple. After Cheng Che politely greeted the grandparents, he went out to help Wu Ze move the luggage for the girls in the class.

After four or five rounds of walking, Li Zimai caught up with Cheng Che and took the suitcase from his hand. He was very dissatisfied when he saw that his palms were red from being squeezed by the heavy object. "Brother Che is so good, why don't you go lift weights?"

The girl quickly said: "Well...I'll do it myself..."

Cheng Che handed the box to Li Zimai, "God Li is so kind. I'll trouble you from now on."

Li Zimai, who was tricked: "......"

The news that Li Shen helped the girls move their suitcases spread quickly, and students from the next class also came to join in the fun, watching Li Shen's enthusiastic deeds the whole time. It was not until 11 o'clock in the evening that the people who had been busy all day finally lay down on the bed.

Grandpa lit the kerosene lamp and asked, "Little classmate, do you want to take a bath tonight? Grandma, go and boil some water."

Cheng Che turned over from the bed and said softly, "Grandpa, let grandma go to sleep first. We can do it ourselves."

"Okay, if you don't know how to do it, just call Grandma. The bathing place is in the shed where the dog is tied, and the bucket is in the kitchen."

"Okay, Grandpa, go to sleep first."

Li Zimai had never seen Cheng Che so well-behaved in front of his elders. He leaned against the head of the bed and looked at him, his eyes fixed on him.

Cheng Che closed the door and asked him, "Do you want to take a shower?"

"Of course I have to wash it. I've been in the car all day."

"Go boil some water yourself, and don't make too much noise."

Li Zimai asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going to wash? I'll boil some more water."

Cheng Che curled up in the wooden bed and said, "I won't wash it anymore. You can take care of yourself."

Ten minutes later, Li Zimai finally understood what Cheng Che meant by "take care of yourself". He never expected that water was boiled not with a kettle, but with a big pot and firewood, and the firewood was really cut from the mountain.

Cheng Che couldn't help laughing when he saw Li Zimai coming back to the room looking very dirty. "How come he gets dirtier the more he takes a shower?"

"You must have done it on purpose. I don't know how to burn wood."

He began scratching his skin, and the exposed parts of his neck, arms, and legs were already red. Cheng Che sat up from the bed, took a step forward, grabbed his wrist, and frowned, saying, "Stop scratching, you're allergic."

Li Zimai's face was extremely ugly. He heard Cheng Che's voice with a hint of disgust saying, "Why are you so squeamish?"

Young Master Li has been living a life of luxury since he was a child. He has never touched cloth worth less than four figures, so it is completely understandable that his skin is a little delicate.

"I'm not squeamish. It's a mosquito bite, not an allergy!"

He refused to admit that it was the kitchen environment that caused the rash on his delicate skin. Cheng Che was too lazy to argue with him. He took off his large bag, dug out a tube of ointment and handed it to him, "Apply this to relieve it. You'd better wear long sleeves when you sleep."

"Why did you bring medicine? Are you allergic too? Are you having a reaction now? Let me see where it is. Does it itch?"

Cheng Che slapped him on the head, "I didn't. Stay away from me."

Li Zimai carefully examined his exposed skin and found it was indeed not red. He then sat back on his bed and scratched non-stop. Cheng Che couldn't stand it and said, "Wait, wipe it after you take a shower."

In the kitchen, Cheng Che grabbed a handful of hay and asked Li Zimai, "Do you have a lighter?"

Li Zimai pulled out his lighter and cigarettes from his trouser pocket and handed them all to him. "Don't bother, I'll just take a cold shower."

In the deep mountains and old forests, in November, Cheng Che estimated that the delicate Master Li would be sent directly to the township hospital after a cold shower.

Cheng Che stuffed a few pieces of firewood into the stove, ignited them with some dry grass, and then stuffed a few thinner sticks in. A few minutes later, a big fire was burning. Li Zimai sat obediently on a small bench next to him, clapping his hands, "Great job, my brother Che."

Cheng Che rolled his eyes at him and said, "Can you please use your brain a little more to think about life?"

"You, you dislike me?"

"I'm worried about your wife, who has to take care of a disabled person like you."

"That's not necessary. My wife knows everything."

“…”

The big pot boiled water very quickly. Cheng Che washed the bucket before filling it with hot water. Li Zimai saw this and hurried over to fetch water. "Do you want to wash together?"

Cheng Che splashed water on his face and yelled at him to get out.

Half an hour later, Li Zimai returned to the room with his upper body naked. His allergy did not improve, but became more serious. He felt uncomfortable with the itchiness.

Cheng Che jumped off the bed and used his cell phone flashlight to examine Li Zimai's skin. His hot breath sprayed on his chest. Li Zimai's body was stiff and he dared not move. He stammered, "What are you doing?"

Who can resist when his sweetheart touches his chest muscles?

Cheng Che grabbed a piece of grass from his skin and looked up at him. "Is there any hay in the shed?"

"Yeah, I guess so, but I didn't see it clearly..."

"If you want to take a bath later, do it in the yard. Don't go to the shed or the kitchen. Don't get any dry straw on you."

Li Zimai didn't hear anything clearly. He gently pushed Cheng Che and said, "Go to sleep. Don't touch me so late at night."

After climbing back onto the wooden bed, Cheng Che turned sideways and saw Li Zimai's broad latissimus dorsi muscles. The small red bumps stuck to the skin looked secretive and erotic in the dim light.

"Are you done? I'm going to turn off the lights."

"Turn it off, I'll be done soon."

The large red bump on his back was completely unattended. Cheng Che got up from the bed and said, "Give it here, I'll wipe it for you."

Li Zimai rarely refused, "I don't want it, don't touch me."

Cheng Che snatched the ointment from his hand and slapped it on the red bumps on his back without any hesitation.

Li Zimai: "Can you be a little gentler?"

Cheng Che: "Can you please shut up?"

A man's impulsiveness is his original sin. Li Zimai pushed Cheng Che away, roughly pulled the quilt back and stuffed it onto his abdomen, repeating, "Go to sleep by yourself."

His voice was hoarse when he spoke, and he rarely looked serious. His handsome and aggressive face looked even more captivating under the cheap incandescent light. Cheng Che's heartbeat inexplicably quickened, and he asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

What's wrong, what's wrong, I want to fuck you.

Li Zimai was burning with desire, but he could only hold it back.

After turning off the lights, Cheng Che said, "Don't sleep naked, it will make your allergies worse."

The person in the next bed said nothing, his breathing became heavier and heavier. Li Zimai was annoyed: What the hell, you made me hard while you were sleeping so soundly.