Chapter １８

When the noodles were on the table, he asked me to clean the back of the dining room, and Keith and I looked at each other quietly. Of course, I was grateful when he broke the silence by looking at me motionless.

"Give it to me."

"Are you a cripple? If you can't eat by yourself, you don't have to eat." I grumble in Thai.

When I finished speaking, he turned around, grabbed chopsticks, and stuffed noodles into his mouth. After watching for a while, I grabbed a box of noodles and ate them.

Well, when you tie it together, you can eat for free.

If I could get a few mouthfuls, Keith put down the noodle box and chopsticks, turned around, and held my shoulders with both hands.

"It is very difficult to eat in a human way."

At that moment, I opened my eyes wide and swallowed noodles in my mouth.

Say so. . . Don't tell me. . .

"Let's eat your nutrition."

"Wait! Oops!"

Don't go. Before I could finish, Keith pulled me in and kissed me. In less than a minute, my body trembled and I couldn't balance. The moment I walked out of the back with his staff, I went back to the back when I was pumped hard by Keith.

I know they know this is Keith's nutrition, but I can't help but think, damn it! Mistaken for homosexuality again!

My body can't adapt because of absorbing too many nutrients continuously. When I got back to my room, I felt very scared. I took some antipyretics and then went to bed. I hoped the symptoms would be relieved, but later. The expected symptoms did not abate, but as time went on, they became more severe by midnight.

I slept sweaty, cold, fat and burning. I knew my symptoms were no joke and I couldn't go to class tomorrow, so I woke up and texted Richard. You are ill, you won't go to class. Let him try to lie down.

But when I tried to fall asleep, my headache began to break out until I couldn't sleep, but squirmed in pain on the bed.

I think I need more pills. . .

I tried to sit there with a can of paracetamol, but the world turned too far and I couldn't keep my balance, so I had no choice but to lie there.

I hate getting sick most, because it can't help myself except torture and annoyance.

But heaven seemed merciful, and while I was lying in bed the door was opened by Keith, who came in and turned on the ceiling light, and I had to hang it up.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'll wipe it."

"What are you doing now?"

"Dry your body," he said. "I heard that if people have a fever, the first thing to pay attention to is to cool down."

I immediately narrowed my eyes and saw him with a basin of water in his hand and a small towel hanging from his shoulder. I tried to tell him to go away, but when he had finished speaking, he came in and set the bowl on the bedside table. Leave yourself by my side.

"Do whatever you want, hurry up, so that I can sleep." In the end, I had to surrender.

Keith nodded, reached for the towel and tightened it. I closed my eyelids, wondering if aliens would dry themselves. I overlooked this problem. Keith did something that embarrassed me, because as soon as I closed my eyes, he reached out and grabbed the legs of the pants I wore when I slept, and then quickly pulled them out, and in a twinkling of an eye, the pants fell on my ankles. Only the boxer's trousers still hide important parts.

Take off your clothes! Your pants are stripped!

"Wait!" When I saw Keith going to put a wet towel.

The guy paused, gave me a look, and raised his high eyebrows

"Seriously, why did you take it off? It's enough to pull up your trousers."

"I'm afraid I can't take all the heat away from you, so I need to take off my clothes."

This is a stupid reason!

"No, legs don't have to emphasize your home, wipe your body and reduce your fever. Isn't this emphasizing legs? He emphasizes the body range, chest, neck, back and so on, not legs." I think the voice is cloudy, and the other party is still making faces.

For God's sake, even if I get sick, this guy will upset me.

But the fellow was very obedient, and at the sound he pulled up his trousers, and put them on as before, and then stripped the hem of my shirt, which was not enough, and stripped it off, till I was lying in bed, and I realized it again. The shirt has been taken off.

You can't take it down from below, so you just take it down from above! ,

He could only sigh and let him spill the towel over his hair, and when he didn't wipe his body like most people, he became very depressed. But put your palm on the towel and rub it back and forth like mopping the floor.

As long as you wipe it lightly, you can rub your nipples as bright as a mirror!

I gritted my teeth and tried to suppress my emotions until it was over and then I could go to bed, and then Keith grabbed my shirt, put it back on me and waved after me.

"Then go to bed. You are outside."

Keith nodded, but still didn't go out and let me stare.

"What else?"

"Your body is very weak, and if you don't recover soon, you will be in danger."

"Then give me the medicine." I pointed to the medicine bottle at the bedside, but Keith came back with his index finger.

"Take my nutrition, and your medicine will not recover soon."

I glanced at my fingertips. When I had sucked, I suddenly fainted and my face instantly skewed.

Dream on! Who can suck!

"I want to take my medicine." Finally, I put his hand, pretended to stand up, and reached for the medicine.

But Keith grabbed his wrist, pushed him onto the bed, and put his wrist on my head.

You put it on the bed, but it grabs the other wrist and grabs the other hand with one hand. What is this! Don't tell me, rape is not enough, force me to eat nutrition! ,

I suddenly struggled to get rid of the bondage, but I couldn't get rid of it. In fact, even if it is normal, I can't fight this damn power. Otherwise, he will use his fingers.

What I didn't want to happen really happened, when Keith said the voice was smooth.

"If you don't eat and you are ill for a long time, then it will be very difficult for me, because you are my food source. Eat quickly and I can rest."

"No!" I screamed, but when I got sick, Keith put her food fingertips into my mouth.

"If you bite my finger, I will kill you." Forcing is not enough, and I am threatened to swallow.

"Suck, don't make me push any harder."

I don't know why I don't think this guy is joking, but I really took a big breath of lung.

Suck, suck!

Keith saw me give in and smiled slightly, but to be honest, this guy looks much better when he smiles than when he grimaces, but he should smile at normal time, not when he forces me to suck my fingers!

Slowly the sweet water flowed into my mouth, and it tasted not bad, as the sweet water of Hell's Blue Boy melted, but it became delicious when I saw myself in the big mirror in the closet by the bed. Your delicious taste will disappear immediately.

It's like a Japanese AV heroine being surprised by a lecherous man!

Now I want to cry. The young playboy has accumulated the dignity of his life. Why should I be taken by this alien man!

Oh. . . God, how bad life is!

But I must admit, eating his nutrition, it really makes me feel much better, and my lost strength seems to have recovered a little. But when Keith leaned over me and his warm breath whizzed across his face, I finally woke up.

"Are you all right, Gwent?" He asked in a low voice, and I nodded, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared on me.

I will. . . My heart was pounding. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Ah, wait! Am I infected by this guy to homosexuals? ,

I tried to open my face, terrified at what I was thinking, but Keith did not let me go until it was a long time before it pulled my hand out and freed me from my bondage.

"Your face turns red, which shows that your blood circulation has improved."

"Say that and go!" When I found out, I immediately put on the quilt, peeled it off quickly, and then turned over and ran away.

Keith looked at me for a moment and packed up, and as soon as the door rang and the lights went out, I poked my head out of the quilt and made a mess of the lump on the left that had just jumped.

Damn it. . . How can you be with that guy?