Chapter 19 - P*nis soup, have a bowl, it's invigorating

His eyelids were slightly drooped, and his alluring lips quirked as if he were in a beautiful dream.

And, Bo Qin would ensure the continuation of that beautiful dream. EjSMIx

After seeing the psychiatrist, the youth began following the doctor’s instructions, wandering leisurely around the garden, glutting on his favorite foods, and relaxing by watching some television.

The last item was to write a diary each night before bed.

When Xie Mu first began writing, he had been a little suspicious, writing what he ate that day, what he played. Later, he realized that Bo Qin was not interested in the slightest in his diary, not even asking for his password. Only then did he gradually start adding in other things.

Bo Qin indeed exhibited zero interest in Xie Mu’s diary, even suggesting on his own for Xie Mu to put his codebook in a locked drawer. Although he suggested that in a joking manner, the youth’s guard was successfully put down. tdV7Ud

All of the above Bo Qin saw in Xie Mu’s diary.

Whenever the youth slowly ambled out for a stroll, the man, who had originally been working in the study, would cooly arrive in front of the codebook. He would enter the password with familiarity, taking a look at what else his little lover had written.

Even if it was only some trivialities, like how many eggs he had eaten that morning and the like, Bo Qin ate them up with gusto. As long as it was something his lover had written.

Xie Mu had already written in his diary for ten days, and other than the first three days, he included in it his emotions. OYKnVp

Bo Qin would revisit any previous entries before reading the newest ones as if he were eating a delicacy he could not bear to eat.

Today, I ate lotus root powder starch balls. It tasted very good.

The youth’s handwriting was delicate, just like his person, every fallen word serious and neat.

Today, it rained lightly and I went out to the garden with an umbrella to watch the fish. The red one was the liveliest and the prettiest. All the feed I brought was consumed. It’s too bad that there aren’t enough red fish; I always feel as if he would be lonely. dO6zoB

Even though he had seen this a long time ago, when he flipped to the next page and looked at the content below, the handsome man could not hold back the doting smile curving his lips.

Today, I suddenly discovered that the lake had a lot of red fish. Maybe they were hiding so I missed them before. They look really pretty when they swim around and I finished the fish food this time too. I feel really happy when I see them finish eating.

Just looking at those words, Bo Qin could imagine the youth’s proper posture as he sat writing, that fair face full of pleasant surprise and his prettily shaped lips uplifted. He was always so easy to coax.

The three hundred something red fish he had people dump into the pond in the middle of the night was not in vain. up3LE5

After finishing the first three days and maybe realizing that his lover had no way of peeking at his diary, the latter content no longer recorded what he ate or played, and became a record of his daily emotions.

Today, Bo Qin especially pushed off his work to come home to accompany me. I know I should not delay his time, but whenever he’s at my side, my heart is especially happy. I really want to live a lifetime like this.

Today, I made bitter melon. Bo Qin ate it with delight and praised that I was capable. I’m happy.

Bo Qin stayed up really late last night. I know that he’s mass dealing with his workload to make time for me. I told him that I don’t need to be accompanied, that I can recover well by myself, but he said that I am the most important. RDcfoG

I’m really ecstatic; it’s like I’m in a dream. Why did I think that Bo Qin hardly cared about me before? He obviously loves me so much. Thank goodness I didn’t tell him at that time, otherwise, he would definitely be really hurt.

Today, I went to see him really early in the morning. He was sleeping very deeply. I couldn’t help myself from drawing him. It wasn’t drawn very well, so I don’t want to show him. I’m going to hide it, and when I miss Bo Qin, I’ll take it out to look at.

Suddenly I remembered that before I fell sick, I hid a lot of my drawings of him. After this sickness, I don’t even know where they all went. Those were all silently drawn by me; if I lost them, I would really feel a little bad. If I could recover them, that would be great.

A sheet of drawing paper was clamped between that page. The man reached out a slender hand to spread the page open, smiling as he saw himself. D2fTce

Xie Mu had always really liked drawing, but he thought that his art was not very good, never allowing him to see what he drew. He hadn’t realized that he had always been drawing him.

He carefully refolded the piece of paper, putting it back in its original place and continuing to read on.

All the way to the last day was the youth’s neat and delicate handwriting.

Bo Qin works really hard. I’m learning online how to make replenishing soup. I’m waiting for tomorrow to make it for him. cqFJX6

These past few days I’ve been wanting to ask him something, but every time I see his fatigued appearance, I don’t want to bother him. But…ei

He did not speak very harshly, but the youth’s eyes still reddened inexplicably. He lowered his head, his voice low, and whispered,

“It’s…p*nis soup…”

“You, you haven’t touched me in ten days already…” IeXdfn

Translator’s note:

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The author surprises me more every single day. I never saw thirsty Xie Mu™ coming.

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