[BL, MTL] What Can I Do, I'm Not Human (Quick Wear)

Chapter 120: The Fifth World (8)

　The discussion yielded no results, and Shen Xiuzhe had no intention of delving into it.

　Even with plenty of sleep and no physical exertion, he still felt tired.

　He often has the illusion of being out of breath, and once he is idle, suicidal thoughts swirl in his mind.

　Last night, Shen Xiuzhe dreamed that he cut his wrists and died in the bathtub.

　Everyone asked him to be strong and had high hopes for him. They were extremely disappointed with his cowardice.

　His body was buried in the soil, and people at the funeral were wondering why such a good person would choose to commit suicide in the end.

　There was only a strange man, who had been kneeling in front of the tomb and crying loudly.

　'Sorry, I was late and couldn't pull you out. I know you have had a hard time, brother, now you can rest. '

　The man looked very strange, and Shen Xiuzhe was sure that he had never seen him before.

　The man had light blonde hair and a cobra tattoo on his arm. He was dressed like a hooligan, but he was very good-looking.

　Shen Xiuzhe felt that this person understood him so well, and he was probably a figment of his imagination.

　Originally, he wanted to take a closer look at the man's appearance and prepare to draw a portrait of him from memory.

　But Little Speaker had a nightmare and was so frightened that he cried. After he was woken up by the crying, he couldn't remember what the person looked like.

　I only remember those clear eyes with watery light, and the moment when the two of them looked at each other, and the feeling of my heart pounding.

　Last night I dreamed of a blond beauty, and this morning I got a bunch of messy information. Shen Xiuzhe was a little absent-minded while painting.

　He was about to start writing when he suddenly heard a hesitant sound from the small speaker.

　"I don't know much about oil painting. I don't know much about it. But Brother Zhe, why are you painting faces in water? Isn't this a landscape painting?"

　Shen Xiuzhe's arm suddenly stiffened.

　Chu Shici stared at the painting for a long time, "Although there are only color patches, it really looks like the outline of a human face. Do you want to draw a person?"

　He waited for a while but didn't get any response.

　Chu Shici looked up and saw that Shen Xiuzhe's usually pale and bloodless face was now flushed. His hand holding the pen was trembling slightly.

　Chu Shici narrowed his eyes in confusion.

　Why did Brother Zhe react so much?

　Look at the abrupt outlines on the oil painting, and look at Shen Xiuzhe, whose face is full of shyness.

　He swung the charging cable and hit Shen Xiuzhe's finger with the plug.

　Fuck, he just said that Brother Zhe was not in the right state for painting today. It turned out that he was thinking about someone else!

　Chu Shici pointed at the canvas, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Who is this? Is it Brother Zhe's crush? Can you draw the whole picture? I really want to see what he looks like."

　Then kill him.

　Shen Xiuzhe said goodbye, his tone as cold as ever, "It's just the wrong drawing."