The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 175: 175: Dog Food after Getting Drunk

He squatted like a criminal, his hands clutching his head, and he bent over ninety degrees, “I’m sorry.”

Zhou Xufang saw his submissive demeanor and wasn’t so fierce anymore. Picking up a stone with one hand, she also squatted down, “You also have to swear to the heavens that you won’t secretly curse him.”

To survive in this world, one must learn to bow to the “Evil forces.”

“I swear,” the man raised his finger to the sky, “I won’t secretly curse your boyfriend.”

Zhou Xufang, with a serious and solemn expression on her bright red face, said, “If you can’t do it, you’ll turn into a pig.”

The other party, also serious and solemn, replied, “If I can’t do it, I’ll turn into a pig.”

Alright then.

Zhou Xufang put down the stone, dragged her bag from one side, rummaged through it for a while, and pulled out a can of milk, placing it on the ground, “Goodbye.”

“…”

Having finished scolding, Zhou Xufang staggered back to Jiang Zhi.

“Jiang Zhi.”

He was smiling, “Hmm.”

She extended her hand, handing it over, “My hand hurts.” It turned red from prying the stones.

Jiang Zhi held her hand, brought it to his lips, and gently pecked at the red spot in her palm.

Zhou Xufang laughed, said it didn’t hurt anymore, but it tickled.

Jiang Zhi pecked at it again before leading her to the man who was still squatting with his head down, “My girlfriend is magnanimous and won’t fuss over this with you.” His voice, neither light nor heavy, mingled with the cold wind, “I’m different, I’m a spiteful person.”

Then, the spiteful person walked away with his magnanimous girlfriend.

Then, the man in the cold wind shivered and made a phone call, “Hello, hello, hello, is this the moving company…”

They reached the front door of the house.

Zhou Xufang yawned, with only a hint of drunkenness left in her eyes, and stumbled toward Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi supported her; she lifted her head, her expression playfully innocent, “Are you going to send someone to beat him up?”

“Just to scare him.”

“Oh.”

Jiang Zhi opened the door.

Zhou Xufang entered the house and began to take off her shoes first, stepping onto the carpet to start undressing.

Jiang Zhi went to get her slippers, and when he turned around, the floor was covered with her clothes — coat, trousers, sweater, she had taken them all off, wearing only a set of elderly-style thermal underwear.

She was still hot and lifted the thermal shirt up to her belly, intending to take it off.

Jiang Zhi paused for a moment, distracted by the glimpse of her pale midriff, then caught her hand, “That’s enough.”

She was still drunk, completely off guard.

Zhou Xufang “Oh’d” a response, pulled her thermal shirt down, and without putting on slippers, staggered into the room and flopped onto the sofa, “Then I’m going to sleep.”

Zhou Xufang, “Good night.”

As soon as her head hit the pillow, she closed her eyes and collapsed.

Jiang Zhi, unable to help but laugh, placed her slippers down, squatted beside her, “Xu Fang,” observing her clad in tight elderly thermals, he didn’t know where to look. He hadn’t drunk, but she had made him feel somewhat hot. He grabbed a blanket from nearby and covered her, “Go to bed, okay?”

Zhou Xufang remained motionless, lying straight.

“Fang Bao.”

She still didn’t move.

Jiang Zhi bent down, picked her up, and walked towards the bedroom.

She just touched the bed when she opened her eyes, “I haven’t brushed my teeth or washed my face yet.”

Jiang Zhi turned on the bedside lamp, “Not sleepy anymore?”

She was sleepy enough for her eyelids to fight, but insisted, “I need to brush my teeth and wash my face.” She got up herself, stood on the floor unsteadily, swaying.

Jiang Zhi supported her, took off his own slippers for her, “Put these on.”

She put on his slippers, which were much too big.

Jiang Zhi extended his hand, “I’ll take you.”

She grabbed Jiang Zhi’s hand, letting him lead her to the bathroom, not even looking where she was going, her eyes half-closed.

Jiang Zhi filled a cup with water, prepared the toothpaste, and handed her the electric toothbrush; she still didn’t open her eyes, and without even turning it on, began poking it towards her mouth —

“Zhou Xufang.”

She opened her eyes, slightly tipsy and mostly sleepy, “Hmm?”

“Give me the toothbrush.”

“Oh.”

Jiang Zhi held the glass to her lips, “Drink some water first.”

Zhou Xufang took a big gulp.

“Spit it out.”

She swallowed with a gulp, “Swallowed it.” She opened her mouth to show him.

Jiang Zhi, “…”

He poked her flushed face, “That water isn’t drinkable.”

She was groggy and bleary-eyed, her eyelashes fluttering, a beat too slow, “But you told me to take a sip first.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t want to argue with this tipsy mess, and brought the glass to her lips again, “Don’t swallow now, just swish it around and spit it out.”

“Oh.”

She took a sip of water and spat it out.

Jiang Zhi held her chin, making her tilt her head back, “Ah, open up.”

And she followed, “Ah—”

“…”

Silly and adorable.

Jiang Zhi turned the electric toothbrush to its lowest setting and began brushing her teeth.

She continued, “Ah—Ah—Ah—”

Electric toothbrush, “Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—”

In the mirror, Jiang Zhi’s shoulders were shaking with laughter.

This silly girl.

The toothbrush buzzed for two minutes, she kept going “Ah” for two minutes, Jiang Zhi turned off the toothbrush, filled the glass with water, and handed it to her, “Rinse.” he instructed, “Don’t swallow.”

“Mhm.”

She obediently rinsed a few times and handed the glass back to Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi asked her to sit on the closed toilet lid and wait, so she just obediently sat there, slowly nodding off.

He fetched half a basin of hot water, wet a towel, and began to wipe her face, her already flushed cheeks became even redder at the touch of the hot towel.

He wasn’t used to caring for someone, clumsily wiping her face, then her neck, and finally her hands, all while she enjoyed it, humming with her eyes closed, eyelashes laden with a layer of undried mist.

Jiang Zhi’s hand, holding the towel, paused; he leaned in, wanting to kiss her.

She suddenly opened her eyes, a look of realization on her face, “I just remembered,” she kicked off her slippers below, “Jiang Zhi, I haven’t washed my feet yet.”

Jiang Zhi bit her chin, “You really are my ancestor.”

His ancestor still grinned foolishly.

“Sit properly.”

Jiang Zhi fetched another basin of hot water, took off the young girl’s pink socks, first tested the water temperature, then touched her little feet to the water’s surface, “Is it hot?”

Zhou Xufang shook her head, “No.”

Only then did he let her immerse her feet in the water.

The warm water woke Zhou Xufang up a bit; she tilted her head and watched Jiang Zhi as he washed her feet, his head bowed, eyelashes quietly drooping. The light from the upper left fell on his face, casting a gentle shadow in the gentle light.

“Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi looked up, “Hmm?”

She kissed his face and said with a smile, “You are so good.” The bathroom was steaming, making her feel faint, “When you get so old you can’t walk, I’ll brush your teeth and wash your face for you.”

Oh, and, “I’ll wash your feet too.”

Jiang Zhi, looking up, his eyes misty as if a frost flower bloomed in them through the steam, blurred and glowing, laughed and called her silly, “When I’m too old to walk, you’ll be too old to walk too.”

That’s true.

“What then?”

Jiang Zhi dried her feet with a dry towel, moved the basin away, and let her toes rest on his knee. Supporting her waist with his hands, he smiled, “We’ll have more children, let them take care of us.”

Zhou Xufang’s head heated up, “Okay.” She wasn’t fully sober, her courage bolstered, she hugged Jiang Zhi’s neck, “Let’s go now.”