The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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Zhu Tong was suddenly taken aback.

Shao Ming asked, "What's wrong? Is my suggestion not good?"

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Tong said, "No, I..."

He wasn't someone who couldn't take care of himself. It would be embarrassing to be carried around like a helpless person every day.

But waddling around with his legs spread apart felt even worse.

He glanced at Shao Ming.

Shao Ming remained patient, waiting for Zhu Tong to decide.

Zhu Tong said, "That would be hard for you."

Shao Ming replied, "Not at all; you're very light."

In fact, he couldn't have asked for anything better.

Zhu Tong: "..."

Right, he was quite thin.

He recalled the six-pack abs he had seen the other day and thought that once he healed, he would work on his abs too.

He paused for a moment, realizing he had begun to dream about the future, which was unusual for him, as he usually took life as it came.

"Then you..." Zhu Tong felt his ears turn red and lowered his head. "I'll trouble you then."

Shao Ming smiled gently, packed up the first-aid kit, and sat down beside him. "So, young master, where to first?"

Zhu Tong glanced toward the direction of his room and said, "I want to go back and do some homework for a while."

"..."

Alright, studying will always be his top priority.

Shao Ming sighed helplessly and extended his hand. "Okay, come here."

Zhu Tong hesitated for a moment before reaching out, but Shao Ming was already bending down, wrapping one arm around his back and lifting him effortlessly by the bend of his knee, carrying him horizontally.

The sensation from the palm on the back of his knee was delicate and smooth, causing Shao Ming to feel a slight lump in his throat... it seemed he had taken on quite a task.

No matter how many times it happened, Zhu Tong never quite got used to the disorienting sensation of being lifted suddenly. He instinctively grasped Shao Ming's shoulder tightly.

As they reached the door to Zhu Tong's room, Shao Ming suddenly paused and lowered his voice. "Doesn't this make me look like a groom carrying his bride into the bridal chamber?"

Zhu Tong didn't quite catch that. "...Huh?"

"Nothing, just a joke."

With that, he used the hand resting on Zhu Tong's back to open the door.

Having spent so many days living together, Shao Ming rarely entered Zhu Tong's room. Whenever Zhu Tong had a question about his studies, he would head directly to Shao Ming's room to ask for help. Out of respect, Shao Ming didn't venture into this room, which now had a "new owner."

Now that they were inside, the room hadn't changed much, but the things in it looked fresh and new.

The semicircular floor-to-ceiling window faced the tatami mat, where the gray bedspread had been replaced with pure white, complemented by a cream-colored wardrobe and bookshelf. Light streamed in through the window, brightening the space.

Shao Ming smiled at the room's new style, appreciating how it left no room for dirt to hide.

He gently placed Zhu Tong down on the tatami mat.