The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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The dining table fell into silence.

Shao Ming looked at Zhu Tong with an unreadable expression.

At first, Zhu Tong could maintain his curiosity about the unknown, but gradually he felt uncomfortable under Shao Ming's gaze.

He sensed something strange in Shao Ming's eyes—there were familiar elements mixed with unfamiliar ones, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

Zhu Tong asked, "What's wrong?"

Shao Ming replied, "Nothing."

Zhu Tong: "..."

Shao Ming took a deep breath and asked, "Are you planning to study hard for your final exams?"

Zhu Tong immediately straightened up and said, "I am."

Shao Ming: "..."

"Then don't ask. I'll tell you after the exams."

Zhu Tong: "?"

Why wait until after the exam?

Would knowing affect his performance?

He dared not ask, thinking he might consult a search engine later. Just then, Shao Ming continued, "And don't look it up yourself; it will distract you from your studies."

Given the vast amount of unsavory content online, what would happen if he stumbled upon something inappropriate while searching?

Zhu Tong: "..."

Now he was even more curious about what to do.

But Shao Ming's warning had a strong effect; Zhu Tong still had self-control, especially since finals were not far off.

After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "I understand. I won't look it up."

Shao Ming sighed in relief.

He thought it was better that Zhu Tong knew less, at least that way he wouldn't suffer as much, right?

Yet he felt a twinge of reluctance; why should he endure more suffering when it was a matter concerning both of them? Was it because he understood more?

Shao Ming couldn't help but chuckle.

Zhu Tong was confused by his laughter and looked at him blankly.

Shao Ming wrapped an arm around him and said, "So you don't mind 'cooking' before we have an official relationship, do you?"

"..."

Suddenly leaning closer, Zhu Tong instinctively tensed.

Shao Ming asked, "Can I put 'the rice in the pot' now?"

That expression was quite abstract.

Zhu Tong tilted his head and noticed the slight curve of Shao Ming's eyes; this time, he understood—Shao Ming wanted to kiss him.

Now? Here?

Before he could react, they suddenly heard a knock on the wooden board.

Both turned to see a waitress standing next to their table. "Excuse me, gentlemen... can I get you anything?"

"..."

The waitress smiled, her eyes reflecting a mix of apology, embarrassment, and perhaps even excitement at witnessing their interaction.

Zhu Tong suddenly realized they were here to eat barbecue. He froze for a moment, and his face flushed red.

This barbecue restaurant had no private rooms; only a wooden partition separated each table, with no doors in sight.