The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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Regarding the matter of returning to A City, both Shao Ming and Zhu Tong knew it was inevitable since his family was there.

When Zhu Tong mentioned he would be going back, he didn't think much of it. However, after Shao Ming's unexpected question, he felt a strange pang in his heart and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Is that so?" Shao Ming casually remarked, holding the cup in his hand. "When will you be going back?"

Zhu Tong replied, "After the choir competition."

That would still be a few days away.

Shao Ming pressed his lips together and fell silent.

Was he feeling disappointed? Perhaps a little.

But more than Zhu Tong returning to A City, he was concerned about Zhu Tong's health.

What kind of illness required monthly check-ups at the hospital?

He couldn't help but feel anxious, yet Zhu Tong had already transferred schools for over a month. Shao Ming had kept procrastinating, and Uncle Liu, who cared for him, had not pressured him, giving the impression that Zhu Tong's condition was not very serious.

Shao Ming found himself lost in thought.

He absentmindedly rubbed the cup in his hand, slowly raising it to his lips and taking a small sip.

"You..." Zhu Tong paused, slightly startled. "That's what I drank from."

Shao Ming came back to his senses, glanced at the cup in his hand, then looked at the person beside him, momentarily stunned before calmly asking, "Hmm? Where did you drink from?"

Zhu Tong responded, "..."

The cup that Uncle Liu had brought had a design on it. Although he hadn't paid much attention, Zhu Tong had a vague impression. He pointed to the rim featuring a cartoon cloud and said, "This side."

It was the opposite side of the rim that Shao Ming had just drunk from.

What a pity.

Shao Ming lowered his gaze and smiled, then looked up and said, "Then it's fine; it doesn't count as an indirect kiss."

"..."

Seeing Zhu Tong momentarily stunned, Shao Ming added, "Are you disgusted by me?"

Zhu Tong hurriedly shook his head. "No, I just... I just hope you don't mind."

Shao Ming replied, "If I don't mind, then you shouldn't either?"

Zhu Tong laughed and said, "You drank from the cup I used; why should I mind?"

"But this is your cup."

"..."

Zhu Tong found himself at a loss for words.

He paused before saying, "If you used it, it wouldn't matter."

Shao Ming: "..."

He felt his heart skip a beat.

Indeed, he was easily encouraged to take it further. His gaze darkened slightly as he pressed, "What about others?"

Zhu Tong asked, "Others? Who?"

Shao Ming replied, "Anyone besides me."

Anyone besides Shao Ming?

Zhu Tong thought for a moment.

The only people he felt close to were Xiao Xin, his grandfather, his aunt, and now Uncle Liu, but none of them would touch his cup. As for others...

"I don't know; besides you, no one has ever used my cup before."