Became the Terminally Ill Supporting Male Lead’s Rabbit Spirit - Chapter 17 - Part 1

Chapter 17 part 1

When they returned to their place, Su Ci’s cheeks were flushed from the heat, and her dark eyes were bright, moist and very alluring.

She quickly walked and sat down on the sofa, saying, “It’s so hot.”

As the midsummer arrived, the weather was getting hotter day by day. The living room didn’t have an air conditioner, only a fan, but Su Ci felt like the air blowing from it was hot.

Seeing Lu Zhe sitting on the other side, she quickly moved closer.

It’s not clear whether it was due to the effects of ALS or not, but Luzhe’s skin felt cooler than hers, as cold as a large ice cube. Leaning against him helped cool her down.

“Lu Zhe, I want to eat peaches,” she said. When they returned, she had seen a lady selling water peaches at the entrance of the neighborhood, so she asked Lu Zhe to buy some.

Lu Zhe was busy replying to a message from Boss Fang. When he heard the girl’s request, he glanced at her casually and said, “Go wash them yourself.”

“My finger got hurt this morning while making breakfast for you,” Su Ci extended the injured finger.

Lu Zhe gazed at the girl’s pale fingertips, where a faint scar had already disappeared, and said, “A little finger injury won’t stop you from eating peaches.”

Su Ci didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed. She moved closer to Lu Zhe, her arm touching his, seemingly trying to absorb some of his chill. “With an injured hand, I can’t touch water, so I can’t wash the peaches. I can’t use a knife either, so I can’t peel them.”

She looked at Lu Zhe with her pitiful black eyes. “If I can’t eat peaches, I’ll be sad. When I’m sad, the injury I suffered for you will take longer to heal. Are you willing to let that happen?”

Going around in circles, Su Ci was essentially asking him to help her wash and peel the peaches. Lu Zhe topk away his phone, stood up, and without looking at the girl’s watery black eyes, he said coldly: “If you want to eat, wash them yourself.”

In just a few short days, he noticed that whenever he took a step back, Su Ci would take a step forward, and she was quite good at pushing boundaries.

Lu Zhe had a vague sense that this was becoming a serious issue.

Watching the teenager walk into his small utility room, Su Ci was momentarily surprised. Why did she feel like Lu Zhe found her annoying?

Hmph, she could wash the peaches herself.

With a slight smirk at the corner of her eyes, her beauty mark beneath looked even more charming.

Su Ci stood up proudly, picked up a peach, and decided to wash it herself.

The utility room was tiny, and now that it had been converted into a bedroom, it felt even smaller.

Lu Zhe didn’t have many things, and he had already moved his computer, clothes, and various other items from his original room into the small cabinet.

The clothes were stacked on a chair, giving the room a slightly cramped feeling.

Lu Zhe stood by his foldable bed, lifting a dumbbell in a bicep curl exercise.

Repetition by repetition, his arm muscles pumped, tightened to the extreme.

The window in the utility room was open; there was no air conditioning or fan. In just a short while, his forehead was covered in sweat.

His youthful and muscular physique glistened with perspiration, making it subtly enticing.

At this moment, the door was knocked.

Without much thought, Lu Zhe knew it was Su Ci.

He had no intention of helping her wash or peel peaches; Su Ci was too spoiled, and he wasn’t planning to indulge her.

Lu Zhe continued his workout.

Outside the door, Su Ci knocked a few more times, yet there was no response from inside. She became annoyed and kicked the door with the tip of her shoe, “Lu Zhe, where’s the first-aid kit? My hand is bleeding.”

The next moment, the door swung open.

Su Ci hadn’t retracted her foot in time, and her toe lightly tapped Lu Zhe’s lower leg.

Her strength wasn’t substantial, and her soft shoes were more like a gentle tickle to his leg.

Lu Zhe paid no mind to the footprints on his pants. He gazed at Su Ci’s hand, which now had a genuine cut, blood oozing from it.

“You see, I’m really injured this time, there’s blood,” Su Ci pitifully extended her bleeding finger toward Lu Zhe.

Lu Zhe asked, “How did you do this?”

Su Ci glared at him with her small eyes, seemingly annoyed, and boldly shifted the blame, “Blame you for not helping me peel the peaches.”

Lu Zhe didn’t comment but walked out to get the first-aid kit.

On the couch, Su Ci sat beside him, as if it was only natural for him to tend to her injuries. Lu Zhe cradled her hand with one of his and used the other to dab the wound with the antiseptic-soaked cotton.

When the antiseptic touched her wound, the girl winced slightly.

Su Ci’s hands were fair, delicate, and exquisite, with a small cut about the length of a fingernail on her fingertip, like a scar on beautiful jade.

Lu Zhe furrowed his brows.

He hadn’t expected that even simple tasks like peeling fruits could cause her harm. Lu Zhe felt that his understanding of Su Ci’s fragility was continually being challenged.

Su Ci winced from the pain and watched as the young man diligently attended to her wound. She said with a hint of self-pity, “I’m so unlucky. I got hurt this morning, and now I’m injured again. Am I becoming an unlucky baby?”

Lu Zhe handed her a band-aid and wrapped it around her slender finger, saying coldly, “You’re not unlucky; you’re just clumsy.”

Clumsy, with fumbling hands and feet.

She couldn’t seem to do anything right, very delicate.

Lu Zhe sighed and got up to put away the first-aid kit. He was beginning to realize that what he had picked up wasn’t a cute little rabbit but rather a little troublemaker.

Su Ci stared at him in disbelief, “Fu Gui, did I hear it right? Did Lu Zhe call me clumsy?”

Fu Gui, who had just been called, was excited, [Master, Lu Zhe thinks you’re clumsy. Don’t give the marshmallow to him; give it to Fu Gui.]

Su Ci, being called clumsy for the first time, huffed in response, almost ready to agree with Fu Gui.

On the sofa, Lu Zhe sat down again, holding a freshly washed peach. It looked luscious, its pink and white colors making it appear juicy and sweet. He took a small knife, and the peach spun rapidly in his large hand.

In less than a minute, Lu Zhe had peeled the peach and cut it into even, bite-sized pieces. He placed them on a small dish and offered it to Su Ci.

How could Su Ci still still remember how angry she was last second? She smiled and ate a piece of peach, “Lu Zhe, you are so awesome.”

The peach was indeed fresh, with a sweet and crisp texture in her mouth.

Su Ci ate happily, and her little mouth also became sweet, “What would I do without you?”

Lu Zhe didn’t respond to her casual rainbow fart. He got up to prepare dinner.

However, the next moment, the girl’s hand tugged on his clothing.

“Don’t leave just yet,” Su Ci spoke with her mouth still filled with peach, her voice muffled.

“Hmm?”

“Give me a kiss first.”

Lu Zhe: “You kissed me three times last night.” Well, more like she kissed him three times and bit him once.

By her standards, that was still not enough, and she had something to give him.

“This time is different,” she stated.

Lu Zhe: “What’s different?”

“You’ll know when you kiss me,” Su Ci said, tilting her head back, her fingertips pulling at his clothing.

Lu Zhe lowered his gaze, looking at the girl on the sofa.

Her porcelain skin and dark hair, the light blue silk dress she wore, which clung to her body, and her lips tainted with peach juice, all made her look stunning. Even though Lu Zhe didn’t usually pay much attention to girls, he also knew that Su Ci was exceptionally beautiful.

While she seemed entirely unaware, her dark eyes were full of anticipation, urging him to kiss her.

If he didn’t comply, she would look at him accusingly, as if he had committed some unthinkable and sinful act.

Lu Zhe’s face remained stiff. He bent down, intending to give her a perfunctory kiss and make her let go of him.

Their lips briefly touched.

He accidentally tasted the sweet peach juice on her lips, which filled his nose with its sugary fragrance.

Lu Zhe lowered his gaze to hide his expression.

When he was about to pull away, in the next moment, the girl’s hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him back towards her. Lu Zhe was caught off guard and placed his hand against the back of the sofa.

“Stay still,” Su Ci instructed, as she kissed Lu Zhe’s lips while her dark eyes gazed at him intensely. Unseen by him, a small golden marshmallow slowly melted in his mouth.

Lu Zhe bent over, his whole body tense, with deep and intense eyes. Unlike his coldness, the girl’s lips were warm and soft, tempting one to take a bite.

Their lips pressed together for several seconds, and then Su Ci leaned back. “This time, did you feel anything?”

Lu Zhe met her dark, shining eyes and stood upright. “No.”

“Nothing?” Su Ci blinked, thinking he might have felt something. But he couldn’t see what she had eaten, so it was normal not to feel anything.

But wait, what did it mean to feel nothing? Being kissed by such a stunning beauty as her should elicit some response, right?

Looking at Lu Zhe again, his face remained cold, and his eyes were distant. It seemed he genuinely felt nothing.

Annoyed, Su Ci kicked him lightly with her toe, “Are you even a man?”

Lu Zhe’s dark eyes cast a faint glance at her before he turned and walked away.