One Branch [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 38 Creating an Illusion for You

In the middle of the night, Yi Qingwei was awakened by the rustling noise beside him. He was still deep in sleep, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"

After waiting for a long time without any response, he almost fell asleep again. Yi Qingwei forced himself to open his eyes and found that Song Yezhi had been rubbing his legs against the quilt.

"What's wrong, baby?" Yi Qingwei asked as he sat up and bent over to grab his legs, but Song Yezhi was still sleeping soundly and unconscious.

The trouser legs were rubbed to the knees, and Yi Qingwei wanted to pull them down. When he touched them, he felt dense lumps on his calves. He touched them carefully and found that the lumps were large and numerous. Each lump was a small lump, unevenly occupying the calf. He quickly looked at the other one, which was exactly the same.

Yi Qingwei finally understood why Song Yezhi was still wearing long clothes and long pants in the middle of summer.

"The mosquitoes here are so poisonous."

He was so angry that he woke up.

Yi Qingwei knew he was itchy, but he didn't dare to scratch it with his fingernails, fearing that it would be even more difficult to treat if the skin was broken. He gently rubbed it with his fingertips, one by one, soothing each lesion. After rubbing one lesion, he would switch to another, repeating the process over and over again.

Cicadas chirp all night long.

When he felt sleepy again, Yi Qingwei threw the pillow to the end of the bed, lay down, rubbed his hands, and fell asleep.

Pulling out his entangled hands and feet, Song Yezhi slowly moved to the end of the bed, knelt beside the pillow, looked at the man carefully for a long while, then gently got out of bed to wash.

The air was humid in the early morning, and the cats and dogs had not started to move. It was quiet all around. Song Yezhi was squatting on the steps at the back door brushing his teeth when he suddenly heard Zhao Huanyu scream and a mouthful of toothpaste foam slid down his throat.

“…”

He went to the front door with the toothbrush to look for someone. He stuck his head out and saw Shen Lejie standing in the yard. Song Yezhi paused for a moment and immediately retracted his foot and returned the same way. When he passed the bedroom, he stood by the door for a while. Zhao Huanhe's shout did not wake Yi Qingwei up. He was still curled up in bed.

Only after he had almost finished brushing his teeth did Song Yezhi slowly walk to the back steps.

When he finished washing up and returned, the two people in the yard had not yet finished their argument, and the one on the bed was sitting cross-legged on the bed to wake up.

Song Yezhi took the toothbrush and towel and arranged for them: "Uncle, the toothbrushes and towels are new. Huanyu and I prepared more when we came. But there are only two tooth cups..."

Yi Qingwei fell back weakly, collapsed on the quilt, and said in a vague voice: "Song Yezhi, you are not going to ask me whether I should use yours or Zhao Huanyu's, right?"

Song Yezhi: "No...you can still use a bowl."

Yi Qingwei almost suffocated himself, wondering if Song Yezhi was worried that he would have no place to vent his anger when he woke up.

He climbed up from the bed using his hands and feet, took the toothbrush from Song Yezhi, and said, "It's okay, I still like to use yours."

Song Yezhi was a follower, watching Yi Qingwei wash up, but neither of them realized it and were very calm and relaxed.