Chapter 1083: Chapter 1083: Star Era Guide (33)
Half an hour later, Chen Junting arrived and quickly went downstairs without having a chance to talk to Jing Lan.
Jing Lan was alone in the living room, finding both sitting and standing uncomfortable.
He paced back and forth in the room, appearing restless and anxious, and several tis wanted to explode in anger, but in the end, he forcefully held it back.
He didn’t know when he started to care about that girl…
Jing Lan was startled by this thought.
Leaning against the cold tal wall, he stood still for quite a while.
Two hours later, Chen Junting and Professor Wei ca up together.
“How is it?”
“She didn’t drink much; she’s okay now.” Professor Wei helped Chen Junting sit down.
Jing Lan let out a sigh of relief and plopped down onto the couch next to him.
After taking a sip of water, Chen Junting said, “She doesn’t have spiritual power, so why such a big reaction?”
In Jing Lan’s drink, a powder extracted from the body of a fierce beast in the universe was added.
It can extrely suppress his uncontrollable behavior.
You could also say it numbs.
But this stuff is very damaging to spiritual power practitioners and has no effect on ordinary people.
Professor Wei pondered for a mont, “Could it be an allergy?”
“…”
“I’ll go down and check on her.” Jing Lan got up.
Chen Junting was a little surprised by how proactive Jing Lan was. He looked at Professor Wei, silently questioning what was going on.
Professor Wei shrugged, indicating he didn’t know.
He was also baffled when Jing Lan rushed in carrying Chuzheng.
–
Chuzheng felt her stomach burning, like soone had set a fire in her belly, burning repeatedly.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Chuzheng raised her hand to rub her stomach and tried to get up, but her shoulder was held down, “Don’t move.”
Chuzheng glanced down and t the handso face of Jing Lan.
Jing Lan took so water and carefully helped her sit up, “Have so water.”
Chuzheng drank the water from Jing Lan’s hand. Jing Lan hesitated for a mont, then sat at the edge, letting Chuzheng lean against him.
“What did you give to drink?” Damn, was it poison!?
Even the Good Person Card harms !
“…”
Jing Lan explained in a low voice.
This ti, he didn’t realize how extraordinarily patient he was, not losing his temper or showing impatience, his tone remaining very calm.
“You an, as long as there’s no spiritual power, there won’t be a reaction?”
Jing Lan nodded, his peripheral vision catching Chuzheng’s smooth forehead, rembered she couldn’t see, and gave an ‘mm’ sound as affirmation.
Chuzheng thought back to the strange feeling she had during her test.
So does the original self have spiritual power or not?
Neither of them spoke again, and Jing Lan didn’t let go of her, just holding her like that.
When Jing Lan hesitated about whether to release Chuzheng, she suddenly grasped his wrist and said, “I want you.”
Jing Lan: “!!”
He pressed his lips together and after a long pause said, “I’ll take good care of you until you feel better.”
This incident was his fault.
But soon, Jing Lan realized that what Chuzheng said might be an answer to the question he had not yet finished asking.
—Do you want to chase , or do you want to be with ?
Upon thinking it over, Jing Lan realized these two questions weren’t that different.
But at the ti, he just wanted to ask like that.
–
Chen Junting and Professor Wei didn’t co down until dawn.
Chen Junting was completely different from when they last t; he carried the dignity of a principal and was no longer the frail old man.
Chen Junting examined Chuzheng thoroughly, “Nothing serious, but be careful these next few days.”
“I’m not that weak.”
Chen Junting shook his head and patiently explained, “This is different, it can erode spiritual power, and if not handled properly, it’s not good for you.”
“I have spiritual power?”
Chen Junting shook his head, “We’ll test again when you recover.”
Jing Lan was the culprit, so he took on the responsibility of taking care of Chuzheng.
He didn’t send Chuzheng back to the dormitory but took her to an apartnt outside the school.
“You’re staying here these days,” Jing Lan said, tidying up the ssy things with his head down, “Sleep in that room; call if you need anything.”
There was a robot in the apartnt, but from Chuzheng’s observation, it seed like it hadn’t been charged in a long ti, standing there like a decorative object.
Chuzheng said, “I thought you always stayed at the office.”
“…”
Jing Lan thought about how he often couldn’t be bothered to move, so he didn’t refute.
He indeed rarely ca back here.
After tidying up the living room, he went and tidied the bedroom. Just as he finished, soone delivered goods, and Jing Lan carried the items into the kitchen.
After surveying the apartnt, Chuzheng slowly walked to the kitchen door.
Jing Lan was holding a knife, chopping vegetables, with a cooking video playing beside him—clearly learning as he goes…
After chopping the vegetables, Jing Lan checked the soup brewing beside him.
Chuzheng approached him, and Jing Lan glanced at her, shifted his gaze, stirred the soup with a spoon, and blew on it before offering it to Chuzheng’s mouth, “Try it.”
Chuzheng: “…”
Psychological shadow.
“You drink it,” Chuzheng stepped back.
Jing Lan frowned, didn’t drink, and put the spoon back.
Chuzheng quickly left the kitchen.
Jing Lan soon served the dishes on the table, served Chuzheng rice, then sat opposite, opened a bottle of alcohol, and didn’t intend to eat.
“Aren’t you eating?”
“…” Jing Lan was just about to shake his head, but eting Chuzheng’s gaze, he stopped, put down the alcohol, and picked up chopsticks to eat.
“…”
Chuzheng spat out the first bite.
Jing Lan: “What’s wrong?”
Chuzheng drank so water, “Are Star Era prices so low for salt?”
“…”
The air suddenly fell silent.
Is it that her taste is off?
Why does Jing Lan eat without any reaction?
Aren’t they eating the sa dish?!
Jing Lan put down his chopsticks, slowly said, “I… can’t taste, sorry.”
“I’ll have soone send fresh food,” Jing Lan stood up, taking the dishes away.
Jing Lan dumped all the dishes, leaning against the kitchen counter, his head slightly lowered.
Suddenly, he felt a tightness around his waist, and he looked at the hands wrapped around him.
“Is it because of the injury as well?”
“Mm…”
Chuzheng released him, pulling Jing Lan to turn around, Jing Lan showed no reaction, but in the next second, Chuzheng kissed him.
Jing Lan’s body staggered back.
–
Possibly as a side effect, Chuzheng felt a sharp headache and released Jing Lan.
Jing Lan was still baffled by Chuzheng’s sudden kiss, but seeing her pale face, he quickly supported her, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing,” Chuzheng shook her head, which only worsened the discomfort.
Jing Lan noticed, “Is it a headache?”
Chuzheng stayed silent.
Can’t let the Good Person Card find out.
The big boss needs to save face.
Endure.
“Could be a side effect,” Jing Lan picked her up, laid her on the couch, letting her head rest on his lap, “Let massage it.”
His hands moved to her temples, applying just the right amount of pressure.
The needle-like pain gradually subsided.
Jing Lan’s gaze drifted elsewhere, not daring to look at Chuzheng, and now in the silence, his mind was filled with the image of her recent kiss.
Every second was so vivid.
When Jing Lan ca to his senses, he found Chuzheng asleep.
Her hands wrapped around his waist, and the cold aura she usually had seed to have dissipated a lot, making her look much softer.
Jing Lan had an illusion of tiless tranquillity.
As if he could stay with her like this, forever… forever until old age.
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