Chapter 7 Hot Porridge
Gu Yuan was woken up by hunger in the middle of the night.
He remembered that the village chief had come to see him when he was still delirious with fever.
Later, the fever subsided and the village chief returned home, leaving him alone in the empty house.
He struggled to stand up, and the wooden bed creaked.
There was a small table lamp on beside the bed, and on the bedside table were a bowl of white porridge with a lid, a plate of pickled radish, and several boxes of medicine wrapped in plastic bags.
The most surprising thing was that on the wooden stool beside the bed, there was a person with his elbows on his knees, his forehead supported by his hands, and his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.
It’s Ji Yunzhou!
Gu Yuan's mind buzzed, and he thought he was delirious and still dreaming.
He blinked hard, yes, it was that evil spirit!
But he...why has he changed?
He didn't know when he changed out of the black robe and wore a modern autumn suit. Even his iconic long red hair was turned into a neat short hair.
Gu Yuan stared at him for a few seconds.
This arrogant Ghost King actually looks somewhat...human at this moment?
He couldn't help but stare at Ji Yunzhou.
This guy, does he frown even when he sleeps?
"woke up?"
Ji Yunzhou didn't even open his eyes, his voice was low and clear, especially clear in the silent night.
Gu Yuan was startled by the sudden sound, and stroked his chest to calm down.
"Hmm..." He responded, his voice still a little hoarse, with a hint of nasal sound from just waking up.
He didn't want to talk much with Ji Yunzhou, he just wanted to quickly grab the bowl of porridge that looked like it could save his life.
Ji Yunzhou then opened his eyes, and his eyes, which glowed dark red in the darkness, looked straight at Gu Yuan.
Gu Yuan felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and paused in his movements.
"Why don't you get up and eat? Do you want me to feed you?"
Ji Yunzhou's tone was filled with his usual sarcasm.
Gu Yuan was choked by him and his breath was stuck in his chest. He was too lazy to retort and lifted the lid of the bowl.
A thin film has formed on the surface of the porridge.
He stirred it gently with a spoon, and the rice grains sank to the bottom of the bowl, emitting a slightly cool rice aroma.
His stomach ached, and he looked at the bowl of cold porridge and suddenly lost his appetite.
“The porridge is cold…”
He put down the spoon, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.
"hiss--"
Ji Yunzhou frowned: "What?"
Gu Yuan raised his head and looked directly into Ji Yunzhou's eyes: "The porridge is cold, my stomach is uncomfortable, Ji Yunzhou..."
He deliberately dragged out the last word, watching Ji Yunzhou's expression change from confusion to disbelief.
Finally, it freezes on an angry and complicated expression.
"Do you want me to heat up the porridge for you? Or do you want me to cook for you?"
Lord Ghost King said this almost through gritted teeth, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.
His handsome face clearly said: What the hell are you dreaming about? Do you think I can serve you?
Gu Yuan suddenly felt aggrieved.
Maybe because he was sick and instinctively fragile, he became a little willful and wanted to act like a spoiled child.
He suddenly pulled the quilt over his head and said in a muffled voice, "Forget it, I won't eat it. Please help yourself."
A sneer came from outside the quilt.
"Eat it or not, just starve to death! It's easier."
Ji Yunzhou's voice was full of sarcasm.
Ji Yunzhou, the illustrious Millennium Ghost King, not only had to serve as Gu Yuan's personal bodyguard because of the blood contract, but he also had to cook for him?
Take care of your daily life? Who?
Cheating people, no, cheating ghosts, has it reached this extent?
What kind of human suffering is this?
Gu Yuan curled up under the quilt, the pain in his stomach becoming more and more obvious.
He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from making any sound, but the pain in his body made him tremble slightly.
After an unknown amount of time, he heard the sound of a stool moving, and then Ji Yunzhou's footsteps gradually faded away.
Sure enough, he left.
An inexplicable sense of loss welled up in Gu Yuan's heart.
Yes, a ghost king who has lived for a thousand years.
Why should I take care of him?
He began to have wild thoughts, life is really boring...
I have been a burden since I was young, no one wants me, and now I have to deal with such an evil spirit. Will death put an end to everything?
No one cares anyway...
The quilt was suddenly pulled back by someone.
Before Gu Yuan could react, a strong hand grabbed his chin and forced him to look up into Ji Yunzhou's red eyes burning with anger.
"Hello, Gu Yuan?"
Ji Yunzhou's voice was dangerously low. "What are you doing? Who are you pretending to be like this for? You were so full of energy when you were scolding me!"
He let go of Gu Yuan's chin and pushed his shoulder: "I'm the Ghost King! Don't expect me to cook for you!"
"Get lost! I won't eat if you don't do it."
Gu Yuan turned his face away stubbornly.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't hungry, but his whole body felt limp and he didn't want to move a finger.
More importantly, he didn't want to show weakness in front of Ji Yunzhou.
"How hypocritical!"
Ji Yunzhou gnashed his teeth and said, "Did I dig up your ancestral grave in my previous life? How could I have such an ancestor like you in this life?"
Having said that, Gu Yuan heard him start rummaging through the drawers in the house.
The drawer was opened and closed, the cabinet door creaked, and then Ji Yunzhou clicked his tongue impatiently.
"Tsk, so fucking poor."
Gu Yuan couldn't help but secretly turn his head to look, only to see Ji Yunzhou standing in front of his shabby cupboard, looking at the few bowls and dishes inside with disgust.
"What would you like to eat?"
Ji Yunzhou suddenly spoke, his tone extremely unnatural: "There won't be a next time!"
Gu Yuan felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart, but he refused to give in: "I said I don't want to eat, so leave me alone!"
Hey, the kid has quite a temper.
Ji Yunzhou sneered, suddenly strode back to the bed, pulled back Gu Yuan's quilt, and pressed down on him.
Before Gu Yuan could react, he felt dizzy and his back sank heavily into the mattress.
Ji Yunzhou supported his ear with one hand and pinched his chin with the other hand, looking down at him condescendingly.
"Try talking to me like that again? Huh? I've been spoiling you too much these past two days, haven't I?"
Ji Yunzhou's voice was sinister and contained a threat that could not be ignored.
Only then did Gu Yuan realize how outrageous he was.
Ji Yunzhou is the Ghost King who has lived for a thousand years. He has been humiliated by me again and again in the past two days, but he didn't get angry. Isn't his temper very good?
Who likes to be rejected?
"Since you don't want to eat, then do something else with me."
Before Ji Yunzhou finished speaking, he lowered his head and sealed Gu Yuan's lips.
This kiss came suddenly and forcefully. Gu Yuan's eyes widened and his mind went blank.
Ji Yunzhou's lips were cold and soft, completely different from the impression he gave off.
The hand that was originally pinching his chin slid to the back of his neck, and the other hand reached out to his lower back, caressing it through his thin pajamas.
"Ji Yunzhou, you beast!..."
Gu Yuan finally broke free and cursed breathlessly, his voice trembling and without any deterrent effect.
Ji Yunzhou slightly distanced himself, a dangerous light flashing in his red eyes: "Why, aren't you very courageous? Keep going."
"I..."
Gu Yuan opened his mouth and suddenly felt dizzy.
The body, which had just recovered from the high fever, could not withstand such torture and began to see black.
Ji Yunzhou's expression changed immediately.
He quickly got up from Gu Yuan and held his back with one hand: "Hey! Stop pretending to be dead!"
Gu Yuan shook his head weakly, and the double image in front of him slowly focused.
He saw Ji Yunzhou's brows furrowed, and a glint of something he had never seen before flashed in his eyes.
Is he worried about himself?
A corner of his heart moved slightly.
Yes, he is the last support left to him by Grandpa Lin.
No matter how evil or unwilling this guy was, he couldn't let him go and couldn't let him get away...
This thought emerged extremely clearly.
"Wait."
Ji Yunzhou suddenly stood up and picked up the bowl of cold porridge: "I'll go heat it up for you."
Gu Yuan was stunned, watching the arrogant Ghost King walk towards the kitchen with a bowl of porridge.
After a while, the sound of pots and pans colliding came from the kitchen, followed by the sound of burning matches.
This is ridiculous.
Ji Yunzhou was really heating up porridge for him!
Gu Yuan struggled to sit up and leaned against the headboard.
He heard Ji Yunzhou cursing something in the kitchen, followed by the sound of a spoon stirring.
Ten minutes later, Ji Yunzhou came back with steaming porridge.
He put the porridge on the bedside table, his expression so gloomy that water could drip out.
"eat."
He ordered, his voice full of reluctance: "If you dare to say no again, I will throw you into the back mountains to feed the wild ghosts."
Gu Yuan looked at the bowl of steaming porridge and suddenly felt his eyes getting hot.
He reached out to take it, but his hands were shaking.
"waste."
Ji Yunzhou snorted coldly, snatched the bowl, and sat down beside the bed: "Open your mouth."
Gu Yuan looked at the spoon that was so close to him, then raised his eyes to look at Ji Yunzhou's sour face that was full of words like "Hurry up and don't waste time".
He hesitated for a moment and muttered softly: "...You wanted to feed me..."
That look was clearly a silent accusation: I didn't force you, you did it voluntarily!
Don't try to shirk your responsibility!
"Shut up! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw the porridge in your face."
Ji Yunzhou scooped a spoonful of porridge and roughly handed it to Gu Yuan's mouth: "Hurry up, it will get cold and you will make trouble again."
Gu Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still opened his mouth obediently.
The temperature of the porridge is just right, neither hot nor cold, the rice grains are cooked soft and have a light sweet aroma.
Only then did he realize how hungry he was, and he finished the whole bowl of porridge.
Ji Yunzhou frowned the whole time, but his hands were surprisingly gentle.
After feeding the last bite, he put the bowl down heavily on the bedside table with a loud "bang".
"Satisfied?"
He sneered, "I really owed you in my last life! I'm here to pay you back in this life!"
Gu Yuan wiped his mouth and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "...Thank you."
Ji Yunzhou turned his face away: "If it weren't for the blood contract, do you think I would care about your life or death? I wouldn't even bother to watch you starve to death outside!"
He stood up as he spoke, but suddenly bent down and placed one hand on Gu Yuan's forehead.
The hand was as cold as jade, bringing a comfortable coolness to Gu Yuan's heated forehead.
"The fever's gone."
Ji Yunzhou withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Remember to take your medicine tomorrow."
Gu Yuan nodded and asked doubtfully: "Did you cook the porridge?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Ji Yunzhou's tone was filled with insulted indignation: "How can I cook this? The village chief brought it over this afternoon! It just cooled down!"
He is not so shameless as to take credit for cooking porridge!
Gu Yuan said "Oh", and the strange warmth in his heart seemed to surge again.
Ji Yunzhou's expression turned cold again: "Gu Yuan, you'd better stop. If you insist on seeking death..."
He paused, his red eyes filled with ruthlessness. "It's not like I can't withstand the backlash of the blood pact! Killing you will only cost me five hundred years of cultivation at most! I can just cultivate again. Do you think I dare?"
Gu Yuan was frightened by the cruelty in his eyes and immediately shut up, not daring to tease him anymore.
This guy is serious!
Can he be blamed for this? Isn't it just some ghost who doesn't know what moderation is?
Otherwise, why would he be so unlucky?
Ji Yunzhou turned and walked towards the door, then stopped in front of it. "I'm going out tomorrow, so you stay here and don't cause any trouble for me."
Gu Yuan wanted to ask him where he was going, but swallowed the words back.
There shouldn't be too much questioning about their relationship.
"knew."
Gu Yuan responded in a low voice, watching Ji Yunzhou's figure disappear outside the door.
He was the only one left in the room again, with only the dim light on at the head of the bed.
Ji Yunzhou was the person who loved him the most in this world. Gu Yuan thought that he should keep the "thing" he left for him.
Stay with yourself...
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