Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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You Xu walked out of the kitchen step by step. Duan Min silently stared at the ingredients for a long time, recalling her previous cooking steps, and began to cook very awkwardly.
The vegetables were chopped unevenly. After pouring most of the oil into the pot, he threw in all the seasonings and ingredients and covered it.
The final result was a greasy, burnt mess.
Duan Min, holding a plate and a small spoon, squatted down in front of You Xu, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone tinged with pride: “I can cook for you now.”
This was his first time cooking, and he was secretly looking forward to it.
“Come on, open your mouth and eat.” He scooped a small spoonful and fed it to You Xu, who chewed expressionlessly and then swallowed.
“No wonder you like to cook for me.” Duan Min felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction welling up inside him as he watched her eat his food bite by bite.
It made him feel that although his dishes didn’t look very appealing, they might taste alright.
Duan Min scooped a spoonful for himself, and the salty, bitter, and greasy taste instantly filled his mouth. He struggled to suppress the urge to vomit.
He squatted there for a moment, then looked up at You Xu’s unchanged face. His lowered eyelashes couldn’t hide his frustration and pain.
Duan Min stared at her face for a long time, then said softly, “It’s my fault. I won’t let you eat this kind of thing again.”
He raised his hand and wiped the corner of her lips with his fingertips.
Finally, Duan Min asked another puppet to go out and buy food. When it returned, he fed You Xu spoonful by spoonful. Her face didn’t show any emotion, but her chewing and swallowing movements were noticeably faster.
Duan Min patted You Xu’s stomach, feeding her until she was full, but he didn’t eat anything himself. He wasn’t a good eater to begin with, and You Xu had spoiled him recently, so he couldn’t eat anything else.
“I can support you now.” After tidying up the lunchbox, Duan Min sat down next to You Xu, pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, gently stroked it, and smelled her scent. He then said contentedly, “We’ll be together from now on.”
“Always together, right here.”
“Even though I can never eat your cooking again,” he lowered his eyes, “what does it matter?”
As long as she was by his side, he felt at peace.
….
The black door and heavy curtains acted as a barrier, isolating them from the outside world. The whole world seemed to shrink to the hundred square meters they occupied.
Except for watering and sunbathing the jasmine plant, Duan Min no longer opened the curtains or windows. He spent almost all his time lying in bed and holding You Xu in his arms.
He no longer had to be alone in the laboratory.
Every day, Duan Min bathed You Xu, changed her clothes, and combed her hair, like a little girl carefully caring for her doll.
At night, Duan Min held her in his arms, pinched her cheek, and couldn’t help but smile, saying, “It’s so good, I didn’t make you thin.”
He stroked her hair, kneaded her face, and then ran his fingers through her eyelashes, playing happily. Finally, his gaze settled on her rosy lips.
He first pressed his fingertips against her lips; soft and warm, then he couldn’t resist lowering his head to cover them.
The touch and warmth of her lips made him a little unsettled, then his breath became ragged, and a tingling sensation climbed up his spine to his nerve endings.
Like a dazzling firework exploding in his mind.
It was an unfamiliar feeling, yet somewhat addictive.
Duan Min kissed her deeply until her lips became swollen and red, then reluctantly withdrew.
“Alright, sleep now.” He kissed her forehead, and You Xu obediently closed her eyes.
Feeling the warmth of the person in his arms, listening to her even breathing, Duan Min felt a peace he had never known before. He unusually fell into a deep sleep, without a single dream.
Duan Min thought he would be satisfied, but desire, once given a little root, could sprout and grow into a towering tree.
Days slipped by, and soon more than half a month had passed.
Duan Min said to You Xu again, “Smile.”
You Xu obediently curved her lips into a smile.
Duan Min frowned: “Not like that. Smile again.”
You Xu lowered her lips and smiled again.
Duan Min raised his hand and touched her lips: “You should smile more happily.”
The curve of her lips widened, but her eyes were devoid of any expression, like a soulless shell.
Duan Min stared silently for a few seconds, then lowered his eyelashes, his voice low: “Alright.”
You Xu returned to her expressionless state, her eyes still dull and empty.
Duan Min reached out and covered her eyes, kissing her through the back of his hand. He sighed deeply but said nothing.
These past few nights, he had again dreamt of You Xu humming a tune while cooking, of her smiling face as she watched him eat, of her lazy dozing on the sofa, of her lips curving slightly even in her sleep.
But now, she would never smile at him like that again.
Her smile had lost its meaning and color, like a faded landscape painting, its original form blurred beyond recognition.
She shouldn’t be like this.
Duan Min wavered, considering lifting the control over You Xu, but the thought was quickly suppressed.
He dared not. He dared not gamble at all.
You Xu already knew what he was; he was a bloodthirsty, violent monster. Anyone would be afraid of him, and she must be no exception.
If he lifted the control, You Xu would avoid him, her eyes filled with disgust and fear.
Thinking of this, Duan Min felt a sharp, piercing pain in his heart, as if countless shards of glass had been plunged into it. He lifted You Xu’s chin, staring into her dim eyes. “Are you afraid of me?”
“Do you hate me?” Duan Min commanded. “Answer.”
But the next second, he added, “Don’t say it.”
He suddenly didn’t want to hear the answer anymore, not at all.
As long as You Xu could be with him like this, nothing else mattered, and he didn’t care.
A man like him was destined not to crave too much.
Until one night, Duan Min suddenly woke up, his keen senses detecting a faint smell of blood.
She was injured?!
Duan Min quickly threw back the covers, carefully searching for her injuries. Not on head, not on arms, not on waist…
Duan Min grabbed one of her ankles and lifted it slightly, her white skirt sliding backward with the movement.
He saw bloodstains on her white cotton dress, some of which had seeped into the sheets, darkening a patch.
Duan Min realized what was happening, his movements then froze, his whole body stiffened, and he immediately pulled the covers over her.
He took two steps back, frozen in place, his mind blank, his face turning from bewilderment to a deep red, all the way down to his neck.
She… she…had her period.
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