Time was running out and he could no longer hide it, so he picked up a disinfectant wipe from the table and wiped the blood from his palms.
Shekh stared at the red stain, holding his breath. "You're so happy about bleeding? Are you out of your mind?"
"Your happiness is my happiness."
She turned her head, and could still see the pink outside in her peripheral vision, but at this moment, all she could feel in her heart was that touch of red.
A scent several times more enticing than before flooded my nostrils, and knowing that it came from Shi Jinzhe, the feeling of my body sinking was doubled once again.
Shekh licked his lips, and the impulse that he could usually suppress broke free and flowed through his limbs and bones.
Shi Jinzhe wiped the blood from his palm, but when he didn't hear Sheh's response, he raised his head, only to be violently shoved away by her.
The mountain peach blossoms outside the train window were still in bloom. Shekh walked quickly from the aisle into the carriage, and after a few steps, he started running again.
Shi Jinzhe grabbed the back of the sofa and then remembered the blood problem, so he quickly chased after them.
Sunlight streamed in through the car windows, casting orange-white, brownish-orange-white shadows across the carriage. The fluctuating light and shadow intensified Shekh's dizziness.
Shi Jinzhe saw her slip while running, so he stepped forward, scooped her up from behind, and used one arm to hold her hand.
The fragrance clouded his reason, and Sher turned his neck to rub against his shoulder, his fingers gripping his back tightly, becoming more and more greedy with each rub.
She heard a loud bang as the door slammed shut. The boundary between the dizzying light and the dark spot was finally reduced to the non-blinding side, where the deep color had no boundaries, drawing her in.
Shi Jin folded his clothes on his back, which were crumpled. He pulled the hand away, straightened up, and looked at Shehe's hair spread out on the bed with a deep look in his eyes.
He slowly pulled out the belt, wrapped the bleeding hand around Sheikh's hand, then fastened the buckle and locked it.
The air was sweet and cloying, like thick honey, constantly sinking, so hazy that one could only gasp for air to draw in oxygen.
Sheh gradually regained her senses amidst this indulgence. She turned her head and stared blankly at her two interlocked hands, with a black leather belt around her wrists.
The back of my hand, with its veins more defined than usual, was pressed against my palm, which then rolled into my wrist and pulled back, leaving red marks on my wrist bones.
A voice above her head asked, "Are you awake?"
Shi Jinzhe tucked the strands of hair that were hanging on her face behind her ear.
The stray hairs at Sher's temples were damp and curled up against his face.
The curtains were drawn in the bedroom, and the poor lighting didn't prevent him from seeing her.
It was as if he were lying on his back in a misty forest, the rampant spring awakening every part of his body, and Shekh was proving his existence with an unprecedented reaction.
"I'm not awake... I want to be immersed in this, I don't want to be awake."
Shekh was a little dazed, so he closed his eyes.
If your hands are too busy to hug him, use your legs to wrap around him; in short, let yourself feel him.
He couldn't take his eyes off you, so he lowered his head and whispered, "I really can't live without you."
…
late at night.
Only one side of the corridor light was on.
The staff on duty assumed the passengers in this carriage had already rested, but to their surprise, someone inside rang the bell and asked for a roll of bandage and iodine.
Shi Jin opened the door, took the bandage, and asked the staff what food was available at this hour.
The staff provided all the information, so you can order directly.
When Shi Jinzhe heard him say that, he didn't stand on ceremony and ordered some food to be delivered later.
After closing the door, he walked to the bedside and sat down. He rubbed iodine on his wrist a few times, then pulled out a bandage and wrapped it around his wrist. After finishing, he patted the blanket and said, "It's done. Take a look."
Shekh sat up and examined his wrist.
"If only we could use skills, we could heal ourselves directly."
"It's just a scratch, I wouldn't force myself to use a skill in the original world for that."
Injuries are not categorized by severity.
Sher lay down with Shi Jin's broken thigh as his pillow, the blanket only draped up to his waist.
Seeing that her upper body was exposed, Shi Jin folded the blanket and pulled it up for her.
Shekh didn't react much, turned over and lay down on his side, and then his eyes started to close again.
"How much longer? I'm sleepy."
"Wait a little longer before sleeping. I'll have your favorite food."
He sat up drowsily, reaching out for his clothes. Lying down was too easy to induce sleepiness, but getting out of bed and walking around a few times would make him feel more energetic.
Shi Jinzhe took her pajamas and stood by the bed watching Shehe bend her legs to the side and stretch out her arms to put on the nightgown.
After the skirt slipped down, he placed the slippers on the ground.
The two legs that had been entangled with him all night still bore red marks from being squeezed, but when they walked, there was no trace of the weakness they had shown when they first became human.
The dinner delivery person knocked on the door, and Shi Jinzhe draped another coat over Shehe before opening it.
Walking behind the stained glass partition, Schechter slowly made his way towards the sofa.
In the end, she still chose to lie on the sofa.
My body feels uncomfortable when I walk, and sitting feels strange; only lying down feels comfortable.
At the entrance, Shi Jinzhe didn't let anyone in, but went back twice to bring the food in himself.
Sher lay on the sofa, squeezing close to her even when he was just sitting on the edge.
Shekh, finding it too cramped, spread his legs apart, extending one leg forward and letting it dangle between his legs, then opened his mouth to wait to be fed.
Seeing that she showed no intention of getting up, Shi Jinzhe said, "Aren't you afraid of choking if you just lie there and eat like that?"
"It's more comfortable lying down."
Shekh couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, so he described it to him: "It feels like being caught in the rain. When you're in the rain, it's exhilarating and fun, but once you're done, the discomfort starts to show. I feel like I'm still wet right now, and you feel like you haven't even left the house yet."
...
The room was silent for a few seconds.
Time was running out and I couldn't find anything to say.
After a long pause, he replied with something inhuman: "Then get soaked a few more times, and your resistance will improve."
Shekh looked over without saying a word, then avoided his gaze and helped the person up.
"Eating while lying down can cause reflux. It only takes a few minutes, so just hang in there."
"Then hurry up and feed him."
After finishing his meal, Shi Jinzhe washed up and went back to bed.
Shi Jinzhe didn't rush to sleep. He first took the empty plates to the next room, tidied up the room briefly, and then went to wash up.
Before turning off the light, he put Shekh's hand, which was outside the blanket, back inside.
As soon as I lay down, someone leaned close to me.
"I thought you were asleep."
"No, is it raining outside? I can hear the rain."
"It just started raining, not too heavily. The tourist guide says that rain complements the scenery tomorrow, making it misty and like a fairyland."
Schech pulled back the curtains a little. There was rain on the glass, and the distance was pitch black with no scenery. It was still early until tomorrow.
After drawing the curtains, she lay back down and hugged Shi Jinzi, asking, "Can I get in the rain now?"
"Are you sure you can handle this?"
"...Who do you think you are?"
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