Chapter 101 No, I’m Not Disabled

Chapter 101 No, I’m Not Disabled

"When did you do this?" Meng Ci asked in confusion.

The bed that had been there before was now gone.

In its place was a brick-built kang, with a lot of firewood piled near the wardrobe, and the stove's mouth was burning vigorously.

Building this kang must have been quite an undertaking.

Shen Que explained, "I started working on it before the blizzard."

In his previous life, Meng Ci lay in his cold bed, wishing he had a heated kang.

So after being reborn, Shen Que specially went to the north to learn how to build a kang.

Upon returning, Shen Que bought the tools needed for building a kang.

Before the blizzard arrived, Shen Que took out bricks and cement from his storage space.

He chopped up the old bed with an axe and then began building the kang.

However, after finishing it, Shen Que only used it twice.

Today, Shen Que had other ideas in mind, so he refurbished it, lit the kang, and then went to find Meng Ci.

Meng Ci sat on the kang, feeling it.

"This kang is really good."

Not only was the bed warm, but the entire room was also cozy, indeed better than the stove in his living room.

Unfortunately, the bricks and sand he had left were already used to build walls; otherwise, he would have built one too.

"If you like it, you can stay here every night from now on." Shen Que looked at Meng Ci earnestly.

"That’s not right," Meng Ci hesitated.

If he came to sleep here, Shen Que wouldn’t have a place to rest.

It would be like robbing a magpie of its nest, which wasn’t good.

Meng Ci propped himself up and moved further into the bed, wanting to feel the warmth of the kang more.

Suddenly, he felt something hard under his hand.

Without hesitation, Meng Ci lifted the quilt to see what Shen Que had hidden.

But when he saw what it was, his face turned bright red.

"Why did you put this here?" Meng Ci quickly covered it back up with the quilt.

And it was placed next to a bottle of hand cream.

No wonder Shen Que’s skin was so good; he was so meticulous, even during the apocalypse, he didn’t forget to take care of his hands.

When Meng Ci looked up, Shen Que had somehow come close to him.

"Is it okay?" Shen Que’s ears were already red, and his gaze towards Meng Ci was deeply affectionate.

Meng Ci nodded without hesitation.

After all, he had long been craving Shen Que’s body.

Meng Ci wanted to lift the quilt and take out the thing inside.

Since Shen Que couldn’t do it, he would.

However, Shen Que didn’t give Meng Ci the chance.

Soon, Meng Ci felt as if the kang beneath him wasn’t a kang but a boat.

Rocking back and forth, it made Meng Ci’s mind go blank.

"Meng Ci."

"Xiao Ci, Xiao Ci!"

The next morning, Meng Ci didn’t immediately remember what had happened last night. When he tried to turn over, he felt unbearable pain all over his body.

As his mind cleared, he remembered what had happened last night.

A blush slowly spread across Meng Ci’s cheeks.

Bang.

The door opened, and Shen Que walked in.

Meng Ci immediately felt embarrassed and dove under the quilt.

After two minutes, Meng Ci heard Shen Que’s voice.

"Xiao Ci, get up and eat."

Meng Ci didn’t move.

And what was with calling him Xiao Ci? It sounded like a term used by elders.

A moment later, Meng Ci felt Shen Que getting onto the bed.

"Hungry? Come eat."

Shen Que pulled back the blanket, his eyes softening.

"Oh!" Meng Ci reluctantly got up, fidgeting slightly.

A small table had already been set up beside the bed, with a tray on it holding a bowl of porridge, a plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes, a basin of tomato sour soup fish, and two pieces of scallion pancakes.

The aroma filled the air, making the famished Meng Ci eager to indulge in a hearty meal.

As soon as Shen Que moved the table closer, Meng Ci reached for the spoon, ready to start eating.

But Shen Que snatched the spoon away.

Meng Ci looked at Shen Que in disbelief.

What was this guy up to?

After making him work so hard last night, he wasn't even going to let him eat today?

However, Shen Que's next action dispelled Meng Ci's thoughts.

He scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it gently, and then held it to Meng Ci's mouth.

Meng Ci's face showed a hint of disgust.

After all, the porridge must be covered with Shen Que's saliva after being blown on, which he couldn't swallow.

"What? Disgusted?" Shen Que asked, puzzled.

"Even if you're disgusted, you have to eat this bowl of porridge like this," Shen Que said assertively.

Thinking about last night, Meng Ci felt embarrassed.

Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and ate.

After the first spoonful, there was a second.

While eating, Meng Ci grumbled that being fed by Shen Que made him feel like a cripple.

Even the scallion pancakes were broken into pieces and fed to him bit by bit.

"Do you want to stay here or go back?" After they finished eating, Shen Que moved the small table aside and asked.

This bed was over two meters long. Last night, Meng Ci had been tossed around on it, and only afterward did Shen Que move him to this side.

Looking at the bed, Meng Ci's mind slowly processed what had happened.

Could it be that Shen Que had made the bed so big just to have his way with him?

Otherwise, why would he need such a large bed when he lived alone?

"Xiao Ci?" Shen Que asked, puzzled.

Meng Ci snapped back to reality, "Go to my room."

Staying here would only remind him of last night's events.

"Alright." Shen Que agreed.

"I'll get some clothes; wait here a moment." Shen Que turned and left the room to fetch some clothes.

"Mm." Meng Ci responded, watching Shen Que's departing figure, feeling a bit of anticipation.

After all, his current state was not suitable for going out, so changing into clean clothes would be better.

With this thought, Meng Ci started moving his body, trying to take off his dirty clothes.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and Shen Que walked in. Seeing Meng Ci kneeling on the ground struggling to move, he was shocked. "Why did you get down?"

He quickly threw the clothes aside and rushed forward to lift Meng Ci, placing him back on the bed.

Meng Ci stared wide-eyed at the man before him.

Shen Que didn't notice Meng Ci's odd expression, assuming he was simply eager to go home and had gotten out of bed impatiently.

So, he picked up the clothes and gently helped Meng Ci dress, his movements gentle and practiced.

Lying quietly on the bed, Meng Ci felt the care Shen Que was giving him.

Although the pain in his body was still unbearable, his mood gradually calmed down.

Perhaps this was life, always full of its ups and downs, evoking mixed emotions.

After dressing Meng Ci, Shen Que gently lifted him and said, "Hold on tight!" Meng Ci immediately wrapped his arms around Shen Que's neck, afraid of falling.

Shen Que carried Meng Ci steadily out of the room, the sunlight shining on them, making everything seem beautiful.