Why reject me?
If it was someone else who said this, Wei Shao would probably have been furious by now, just like when that male insect accosted him on the street in broad daylight.
But this was the person who helped him out and lent him a place to live when he first traveled through time, and he was also the lone and brave protagonist in the original novel who shouldered the responsibility of supporting his country.
Philo's motives for helping him might not be pure, but in the final analysis it was all for the sake of survival.
Is it wrong to want to live?
No.
Wei Shao glanced at Philo who was curled up on the sofa, put on his coat, and walked out of the hallway.
"Tick-tock—" The door opened and closed, and the intelligent AI on the door lock made a brisk farewell sound without any expression, "Goodbye, master~"
On the other side, the hand resting on the sofa pillow suddenly tightened, and the palm was pinched concavely.
Philo buried his face in the pillow that still smelled of mint, and did not move for a long time.
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There is a supermarket in the military living area, but it closes at around ten o'clock. Wei Shao hurried and finally arrived before the boss opened the door.
The supermarket owner is a retired military officer with a sloppy beard.
The boss was obviously not a considerate person. After seeing Wei Shao gasping for breath with his knees supported, he did not stop at all. He quickly locked the glass door and pulled down the metal door.
Wei Shao was dumbfounded: "Boss, wait wait! I want to buy something!"
The boss didn't even look up: "Didn't you see it's closed?"
"Boss, I'm so sorry," Wei Shao bowed to him, "My...my friend is injured, I'm here to buy him some medicine, could you please open the door for me?"
The boss's expression, which had been somewhat relaxed, froze again, and he asked suspiciously, "Your friend? In the army?"
Wei Shao nodded quickly.
"There are military doctors in the army. You are taking me for a fool! Get out of here! We are closed!"
He shouted rudely and pulled the door down hard.
“Bang!”
Wei Shao caught the rapidly falling metal door with his palm and lifted it up with force. The sharp edge instantly cut his palm, and a few drops of blood dripped down his knuckles and mixed with the dust on the ground.
The boss was stunned: "No, you bug, are you sick?"
Wei Shao's breathing rhythm was a little disordered, but his arms did not move at all: "Boss, now both of my insects are injured, can you at least sell me some medicine?"
“……” The boss moved his lips, as if he wanted to curse his bad luck, but finally rolled his eyes and unlocked the door.
Wei Shao didn't waste a second, turned on the terminal lighting and rushed in.
As soon as the boss turned on the light, he ran back to the counter with a bunch of things in his arms.
The boss glanced at the items on the counter: "Sulfa powder, anti-inflammatory drugs, painkillers, gelatin sponges, hemostatic bandages... What kind of injury did your friend suffer?"
Now that things have come to this, he certainly would no longer suspect that Wei Shao was lying.
Wei Shao avoided the topic: "Boss, please get me a bag."
"Okay," the boss shrugged and handed him a bag. "If he's not an undercover agent who has infiltrated the military, I suggest he go see a military doctor. A gunshot is not a minor injury to a female soldier."
Wei Shao tightened his grip on the bag: "I understand, thank you."
"Why are you being so polite? You're just a little hooligan." said the boss unhappily.
“…”
After paying the bill, Wei Shao ran back quickly. When he got home, he held onto the door and gasped for breath. The door lock detected his terminal and flashed silently.
“Tick-tock—”
Wei Shao took a deep breath and looked up to find that the door was open.
This door lock is really a moth-eater, and the welcome voice appears and disappears.
The living room was quiet. The sofa cover was pulled off, roughly rolled up and stuffed into the trash can.
There was a faint sound of water splashing in the bathroom, and Wei Shao's eyebrows knitted instantly -
If you're not injured, why are you touching water?
He walked to the bathroom door carrying a large bag of medicine, raised his hand to knock, hesitated for two seconds and then put it down.
Let's just wait for Philo to come out. It's so awkward.
Wei Shao thought about it and put the big bag of medicine at the door of Philo's bedroom, and then he went to the cabinet next to the sofa to get a new set of sofa covers.
He felt a stinging pain in the palm of his hand and then he remembered that he had been scratched.
The wound was on his left hand and was not deep. Wei Shao rinsed it with water, wiped it dry with a tissue, and then used his right hand to spread the sofa cover.
He looked at the pitiful pile in the trash can and muttered quietly: "What a bad temper..."
With a "click", the bathroom door opened and Wei Shao looked over subconsciously.
Philo was only wearing a bath towel. His brown curly hair was temporarily straightened by the water and was obediently brushed back. His thin eyelids were a little red from the steam. Water droplets fell from his cheeks and neck, along his beautifully textured abdominal muscles, and across the bullet holes that were whitened by the water.
He blinked slowly and stared at Wei Shao in a daze, as if confirming something.
Wei Shao: “…Hi.”
Philo turned and went back to the bathroom.
Two minutes later, when Philo came out again, the water droplets on his neck had disappeared, and a soft pajamas replaced the slightly sloppy bath towel.
But the blurry scene just now hadn't disappeared from Wei Shao's mind yet, and his ears suddenly felt hot: "I..."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize your Excellency was outside. I'm sorry for the offense."
Filo's pale lips moved, and the distant words he uttered slowly cooled Wei Shao's hot face.
Wei Shao lowered his eyes, shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, General, I'll go take another shower... By the way, I should take care of my injury."
Philo lowered his head as he spoke, and then he saw a large bag of things placed at the door.
He opened his lips and wanted to say something, but Wei Shao had already passed by him and entered the bathroom.
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Wei Shao stood in the shower room and took a shower. The sudden pain in his stomach made his whole body twitch twice.
The force on his waist and abdomen was instantly relieved. He grabbed the handrail of the shower stall with the last bit of strength, raised his head and exhaled with trembling lips.
…It hurts so much.
His forehead was wet, with cold sweat and water droplets mixed together.
Damn... I forgot about this...
The food in the shabby cafeteria was so bad that I was too lazy to go there for dinner.
He had a late lunch today and hadn't moved much the whole afternoon, so Wei Shao thought that skipping a meal would be fine.
I just went through a lot of trouble and unfortunately my stomach problem came back.
He held his upper abdomen, the pain was so severe that he almost wanted to have his stomach cut out.
After hastily changing into clean clothes, he pushed the door open weakly and almost bumped into Philo outside.
The color on Philo's lips had mostly recovered, and his body was faintly emitting the cold smell of bandages and hemostatics. At this moment, he was standing outside the door with an unrecognizable expression.
Wei Shao steadied his breathing which was disturbed by the stomachache and asked patiently, "What's wrong?"
Fei Luo moved his lips and was about to say something, but when he caught a glimpse of Wei Shao's right hand pressing on his upper abdomen, he suddenly stopped and his expression changed.
"Stomachache?" Philo frowned and asked him, "Didn't you eat dinner?"
Wei Shao was surprised. He didn't expect that Philo could even see this.
Could it be that in addition to fighting, the protagonist also has a hidden skill called "diagnosing illness with just his eyes"? No wonder I recognized him as a male insect before...
He was thinking without thinking, his head was throbbing with pain, and he said randomly: "I ate it--"
He shut up halfway through his speech.
Because Philo was already flipping through the account records.
Wei Shao then remembered that his payment number was Philo's family account, and Philo would receive a notification for every payment.
After reading the records, Philo's already tense expression became even more gloomy. For a moment, Wei Shao even thought he was going to be scolded.
But Philo said nothing, he just turned back to the bedroom, rummaged in the locker for a while, then came out with a box of medicine and stuffed it into Wei Shao's hand.
"What is this?" Wei Shao
"Stomach medicine." Philo replied.
Wei Shao was surprised: "You also have stomach problems?"
"No, it's my brother." Philo didn't want to talk more, his brown eyelashes drooped slightly, "Eat."
Wei Shao suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Philo could tell that he had stomach problems.
He took the medicine and drank a few sips of warm water. The cramping in his stomach slowly subsided, replaced by a belated hunger.
"Are you hungry?"
Wei Shao leaned against the door frame and nodded. Thinking that the cafeteria would have been closed by this time, he asked, "Do you have any nutritional supplements at home?"
"There's still more than half a box left." Philo's answer made people feel at ease, but what he said next was quite arbitrary and unreasonable, "It tastes bad, you won't like it."
Wei Shao touched his nose and smiled, "I'm not that picky about food. Besides, is there any other choice at this time?"
Philo did not comment on his self-assessment, but asked a seemingly irrelevant question: "Was breakfast good?"
Thinking of the taste of the sweet cake, Wei Shao's eyes lit up slightly: "Very good, where did you buy it?"
"I did."
Wei Shao was stunned. Fei Luo had stockpiled a large box of perfunctory nutrient soups, but he cooked a meal for him...
"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
He shook his head and said, "That's really not necessary, Admiral. Go and get some rest."
Fei Luo looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and suddenly asked: "Wei Shao, does it feel burdensome for you to accept the care of a female insect like me?"
Wei Shao frowned instantly: "'You'? What's wrong with you?"
Philo laughed a little and said self-deprecatingly, "'No. 1 on the list of least popular male insects'?"
Wei Shao didn't expect that he would hear this inexplicable list in such a situation, and he was even more surprised that Philo would actually care about such a ridiculous thing.
"Admiral, they are not qualified to judge you." He solemnized his expression so much that he looked a little stern.
"You have no idea how good you are. You are capable, responsible, kind-hearted, and handsome. Those male insects who hate you are simply not worthy of you. How can they judge you in this way?"
Philo lowered his head and flicked his index finger in the air - this was a habitual gun-touching gesture, indicating that he was thinking.
"Then why did you reject me?"
Is it because of this...
Wei Shao looked him in the eyes and said seriously, "Because I have no plans in this regard right now. I don't have a job, I don't have any favorite bugs, and I may not even stay in the Imperial Star for a long time. I can't take on the responsibility of a family."
Philo looked at him.
He looked at Philo.
Philo lowered his eyes and said, "Sir Wei Shao, I heard this answer three hours ago. What I want to ask is why you refused my meal."
Wei Shao: “…”
meal? ? ?
I was struggling for a long time and you told me that you were just discussing food with me? ? ?
"Isn't it delicious?" Philo continued to ask.
"Delicious..." Wei Shao gritted his teeth and said, "But you have two big cuts on your waist now. How wicked would I have to be to let you cook for me despite your injuries? Stop imagining it and go to sleep!"
Later on, his tone became almost commanding, and he had obviously forgotten the fact that the person in front of him was older than him.
But Philo was not angry either—his patience with Wei Shao was always unreasonably high: "The nutrient is in the kitchen cabinet."
Wei Shao nodded, indicating that he understood.
"By the way," Philo looked at the cut on his hand, his eyes filled with unrecognizable emotions, "Take care of your wound as well. Don't do this again next time. Male insects are very fragile."
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