Chapter 22: Is This Treatment Even Real?

Wen Yao looked up and saw Ji Mingchen sitting on the single sofa chair by the bed.

The man sat gracefully, his posture elegant and noble. His slender, white fingers were holding a porcelain white coffee cup, and an open ancient sheepskin scroll lay on his knees, where his legs were crossed.

He was wearing a white shirt with a cool gray suit vest and trousers. He was probably wearing the silver-rimmed metal glasses on his high, straight nose to match this outfit, making his cold and abstinent temperament even more refined and debauched.

Seeing this, Wen Yao was speechless.

She really doubted if he had more clothes than women…

Ji Mingchen put down the coffee cup and closed the book, placing it aside. He looked at her lazily, “Have you decided? You won’t be going back to Beizhou？”

Wen Yao nodded, “Yes.”

“Wasn’t it Mei Yasha who was taking care of me last night? Why are you here…”

Ji Mingchen reached for the water jug on the small coffee table next to him, poured a cup of warm water into a glass, and handed it to her. “I came back at nine last night.”

Wen Yao was stunned and quickly sat up, taking the cup with a slight delay.

Ji Mingchen said, “After Mei Yasha left, I personally gave you the fever shot. Then I went to take a shower and change clothes.”

Wen Yao was thirsty and drank the water while looking up at him, not knowing what he wanted to convey.

“Then, to observe your condition, I sat here until now. It’s six-thirty in the afternoon, and it’s getting dark.”

“…”

Although she knew he was deliberately boasting, Wen Yao was still touched.

Back in the Beizhou Thirteenth District, she had never been taken care of so attentively when she was sick. She didn’t even have time to rest for two days.

She needed to follow Shen Yichuan’s instructions, complete tasks big and small, take care of the team members, and care about their daily lives…

Even if she was seriously injured and couldn’t move, she would be left alone in the base dormitory to endure it.

Shen Yichuan would occasionally come to see her, but not often.

Because he believed that companionship was useless. In his words, even if he was there, he couldn’t speed up the healing of her injuries. He had better use that time to do something more valuable.

In his eyes, higher power and practical value always trumped everything else.

Holding the cup, Wen Yao recalled the dream she had last night, and her mood inexplicably sank.

She seemed to have dreamed of Shen Yichuan again…

Even though she told herself not to think about him, not to look back, the uncontrollable nature of dreams always brought his image to the forefront.

Ji Mingchen looked at the sickly Wen Yao and reached out to touch her forehead again. After confirming that she wasn’t feverish, he stood up leisurely. “The sun has set, you can get up, little lazybones.”

“…”

“Your new clothes are in the closet, change them yourself.” After saying that, Ji Mingchen politely left.

Wen Yao looked at the man’s back and slowly got out of bed. She suspiciously opened the closet, and to her surprise, the closet that was empty yesterday was now filled with two rows of clothes, mostly white or light blue.

She reached out and flipped through them. There were pure white wedding dresses, blue and white porcelain short cheongsams, orange floral dresses, and light purple diamond-encrusted princess dresses…

All of them were beautiful and gorgeous princess dresses, very girly.

Wen Yao was momentarily dazed. Was this still the apocalypse?

In a world where survival was so difficult, wearing such things would be too flashy. Moreover, these heavy and beautiful dresses, were they really suitable for killing zombies and fighting monsters?

Wen Yao used to wear the black combat uniforms that were standard in the base. Even if she occasionally wore something else, it was only limited to sportswear.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like pretty clothes, but she didn’t have the right occasion or conditions to wear them. As a result, when she saw these dresses now, her first reaction was one of unfamiliarity.

She flipped through them with a frown and finally chose a light blue dress with a slightly simpler style.

After getting dressed, Wen Yao stepped out of the room. Ji Mingchen was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking up. His gaze swept from the girl’s ankles to her face. The light blue dress made her skin look as white as jade, very beautiful.

The only two flaws were the lack of accessories and the fact that the sash around her waist was still hanging on both sides, making the princess dress look like a loose nightgown.

Ji Mingchen couldn’t help but say, “Come here.”

Wen Yao walked over. “What’s wrong?”

“Turn around.” Ji Mingchen said, lifting her hand. Then he went around her waist and pulled the two sashes back…

Wen Yao looked back, confused. “What are you doing?”

Ji Mingchen tied the sashes into a perfect bow at her lower back, then pulled at her skirt, looked up at her, and smiled slightly. “You don’t even know how to wear a dress.”

“You…” Wen Yao looked at her reflection in the living room mirror. Looking at the identical sashes on her back, she was also amazed. “I don’t have OCD.”

She looked at herself in the mirror, wearing the dress, and it looked awkward no matter how she looked at it. She didn’t notice the man’s gaze behind her.

Ji Mingchen didn’t look at Wen Yao in the mirror, nor did he close the bow at her back. Instead, he stared at her waist and… skirt.

After tying the sash, her original body shape was outlined. It was slender and graceful, slender and delicate…

He wondered what it would look like if the skirt was piled up to her waist…

…

It was 7:30 pm, past dinner time.

Ji Mingchen took Wen Yao to the restaurant on the second floor. Wen Yao looked at the menu next to the dining table and was surprised again. “You can order?”

She had been in the Beizhou training camp for seven years and had almost always eaten the same fixed nutritional substances. Not only were there no dishes to choose from, but there was hardly any normal food. Mostly, it was nutrient solutions, protein bars, or compressed food.

Ji Mingchen asked her, “What do you want to eat?”

After years of the apocalypse, Wen Yao hadn’t seen a menu in a long time. Now, looking at the colorful menu paper, she felt a sense of unreality. “…Anything?”

Ji Mingchen smiled slightly and nodded. “It’s past dinner time, everything is freshly made, order whatever you want.”

“…” Is this treatment even real?

After Wen Yao finished ordering, Ji Mingchen added a few dishes. When the steak was served, he saw that Wen Yao was about to take the knife, so he took the small steak knife before her.

Wen Yao could only withdraw her hand and pick up a small spoon to scoop up the cream cake.

Ji Mingchen cut the steak while instructing, “The Silver Moon Sword is put away for you. Don’t take it again.”

Wen Yao paused slightly and quickly understood what he meant. “Understood.”

The base commander of the Beizhou Thirteenth District had over 300 people. She was a deputy commander of a small team, so she wasn’t famous. But these days, people who used cold weapons were rare, and she was good with a knife, so the Silver Moon Sword had some fame in the four districts.

Openly carrying the Silver Moon Sword was equivalent to putting the Beizhou commander’s identity on her face.

Wen Yao took a sip of water, and some of the cream on the cake got on the rim of the cup. Ji Mingchen saw it and reminded her, “Your face… and the cup.”

“Why are you so picky?”