The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 49: 049: Will you drink my milk or not (second update)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Jiang Zhi.”

Zhou Xufang called him for the third time from inside. Unlike before, her tone had a hint of urgency, and her hand movements became larger, with her collarbone faintly showing.

Jiang Zhi snapped back to attention and massaged his temples.

It was good that it wasn’t her. He didn’t want her walking on the edge of a knife, living a life stained with blood.

He placed the clothes in her hand and grew irritated. “Do you act like this at other people’s houses too?”

Zhou Xufang took the clothes, pulled her hand back, and closed the door.

“I’ve never been to anyone else’s house.” Not once.

Jiang Zhi’s furrowed brows relaxed at her words.

In the steam-filled bathroom, Zhou Xufang reached out to wipe the fog off the mirror. Her reflection became clear, and she looked down at her arm, rubbing it gently with her fingers.

Her self-healing seemed to be faster than before.

Outside the bathroom, Jiang Zhi’s coughing could be heard occasionally. He had caught a chill. Was his illness getting worse? Lost in thought, her phone rang with an email from Shuangjiang.

“Is it done?”

Zhou Xufang looked at Jiang Zhi’s clothes and drifted off for a moment before replying, “I don’t have any wounds on my hands. He should be free of suspicion by now.”

Luckily, it had rained heavily, giving her an excuse to come to Jiang Zhi’s house. She didn’t really like manipulating people and even more so didn’t want to manipulate Jiang Zhi. But she had no choice. She couldn’t expose her identity; at least not before going to Moon Bay. She had to remain unnoticed.

“Ah Fang, do you really have to live on Moon Bay?” Shuangjiang asked for the first time, with a hint of reluctance.

“Yes.”

Zhou Xufang’s response was absolute. She had to go. She wasn’t suited for living in a community; she had to live alone.

Shuangjiang’s reply came after a long time. @@novelbin@@

“Can’t you not go? You’ll be very lonely on the island by yourself.”

Can’t you not go?

Three years ago, Zhou Xufang had asked herself the same question until her then-neighbor found out about her. She didn’t even have time to explain, and that neighbor, who usually shared half of everything they cooked with her, fainted.

After that, she moved away, bought a building to live in alone, and never wanted neighbors again. She never asked herself whether she should go to Moon Bay anymore.

“I’m scared,” Zhou Xufang said.

Shuangjiang asked what she was afraid of.

“Afraid that one day, someone will discover my secret and burn me to death.”

The year she escaped from the lab to Da Mai Mountain, by chance, she saved a couple. At first, they treated her well, but later, they saw her eyes, saw her running, saw her rapidly healing wounds, and then they called her a demon. Many people said the same, and they threw rocks, sticks, and shovels at her and tried to burn her.

She was very afraid, afraid of those people, afraid of this cannibalistic world.

Jiang Zhi brought her a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. The clothes were too big for her, the pants rolled up three times, highly ill-fitting. From the moment she stepped out, Jiang Zhi had been examining her. Lying on the sofa, his face was pale and sickly, his expression lethargic, but his eyes were lively, like stars in a painting, nonchalantly attracting attention.

Feeling uneasy, she pulled the hood of the sweatshirt over her head to hide her face.

Jiang Zhi, however, walked over and pulled her hood off. His lips were very red, making his pale complexion stand out even more. “Zhou Xufang.”

“Mm.”

He took off the dry towel hanging around her neck and placed it on her head, then awkwardly turned away. “Dry your hair.”

“Oh.”

She covered her head with the towel and rubbed her hair in all directions. After washing it twice, the misty blue color had faded significantly.

Jiang Zhi glanced at her multiple times before looking away, the tips of his ears slightly red. He looked somewhere else and asked, “Do you want milk?”

She poked her head out of the towel. “Yes.”

He got two cans of milk and went to the kitchen to heat it.

She followed behind, shaking the overly long sleeves. “I can drink it cold.”

Jiang Zhi had already poured the canned milk into a cup and put it in the microwave. “It’s too cold, don’t drink it cold.”

She felt even more guilty, feeling she was too bad. Jiang Zhi treated her so kindly, yet she still tricked him. However, when she glanced at the microwave, then looked up at Jiang Zhi, she said, “You didn’t press the heat button.”

Jiang Zhi: “…” Press the button?

How was he supposed to know? This house’s interior was designed by Xue Baoyi, and it was Xue Baoyi who had unnecessarily added the kitchen appliances. Since moving in, he’d never been in the kitchen.

Where was the heat button?

Jiang Zhi stared at the microwave, frowning as he studied it.

A finger reached over—

Ding!

Zhou Xufang pressed the heat button. “There, it’s done.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Xue Baoyi, that idiot, what kind of junk did he buy?

He coughed twice. “Can you cook?”

“No,” Zhou Xufang habitually hid her head under the hoodie, revealing only her eyes with a serious expression. “But I can use a microwave. I learned when I worked part-time at a porridge shop.”