Even until Death, the Scum Gong thought I was a White Lotus

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Even until Death, the Scum Gong thought I was a White LotusCh19 - P*nis soup, have a bowl, it’s invigorating

[Excessive fluctuation of Tan Tao’s mental state detected]

[He went crazy?] Xie Mu leaned against the window, watching the various colors of the scenery flash by as the car sped past, his lips curling slightly. 

[Let him go crazy. In any case, his craziness can’t bother me anymore.]

Bo Qin was driving the car. He only had to think back to the youth’s cold pretense towards Tan Tao, and his heart would release waves of endorphins. He couldn’t hold back a glance at his little lover propped against the window.

His eyelids were slightly drooped, and his alluring lips quirked as if he were in a beautiful dream.

And, Bo Qin would ensure the continuation of that beautiful dream. 

After seeing the psychiatrist, the youth began following the doctor’s instructions, wandering leisurely around the garden, glutting on his favorite foods, and relaxing by watching some television.

The last item was to write a diary each night before bed.

When Xie Mu first began writing, he had been a little suspicious, writing what he ate that day, what he played. Later, he realized that Bo Qin was not interested in the slightest in his diary, not even asking for his password. Only then did he gradually start adding in other things.

Bo Qin indeed exhibited zero interest in Xie Mu’s diary, even suggesting on his own for Xie Mu to put his codebook in a locked drawer. Although he suggested that in a joking manner, the youth’s guard was successfully put down.

All of the above Bo Qin saw in Xie Mu’s diary.

Whenever the youth slowly ambled out for a stroll, the man, who had originally been working in the study, would cooly arrive in front of the codebook. He would enter the password with familiarity, taking a look at what else his little lover had written.

Even if it was only some trivialities, like how many eggs he had eaten that morning and the like, Bo Qin ate them up with gusto. As long as it was something his lover had written.

Xie Mu had already written in his diary for ten days, and other than the first three days, he included in it his emotions. 

Bo Qin would revisit any previous entries before reading the newest ones as if he were eating a delicacy he could not bear to eat.

[Today, I ate lotus root powder starch balls. It tasted very good.]

The youth’s handwriting was delicate, just like his person, every fallen word serious and neat.

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[Today, it rained lightly and I went out to the garden with an umbrella to watch the fish. The red one was the liveliest and the prettiest. All the feed I brought was consumed. It’s too bad that there aren’t enough red fish; I always feel as if he would be lonely.] 

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[Today, I suddenly discovered that the lake had a lot of red fish. Maybe they were hiding so I missed them before. They look really pretty when they swim around and I finished the fish food this time too. I feel really happy when I see them finish eating.]