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Seeing the unusual expression on her face and knowing she had just come down from upstairs, Tan Ming guessed that Shen Jianghuan must have seen something.
"I'll go find her and explain," he said. Yan Qing's eyes were filled with anxiety; the more he wanted to keep things hidden, the more people seemed to find out.
Tan Ming reached out to stop him, shaking his head. She wasn't someone who spoke carelessly.
As he moved, a sharp pain shot through his back from an injury, and he couldn't help but cough.
"Don't move," Yan Qing said, glancing at his wound, relieved that it hadn't been aggravated.
Thinking of Shen Jianghuan's character, Yan Qing felt a slight easing of his tension. However, there was still a lingering sense of unease in his heart.
Secrets are secrets because no one else should know about them. Once a secret is discovered by even one person, it ceases to be a secret, no matter how trustworthy that person is or how unlikely they are to betray you.
As he pondered this, he noticed the blood seeping from Tan Ming's palm went unnoticed by everyone else. He took some gauze and medicine, carefully tending to Tan Ming's wound.
Yan Qing focused intently as he treated Tan Ming’s injury, his thick eyelashes fluttering gently. The zipper of his jacket was pulled high, revealing only a glimpse of his fair neck and the hint of a sensual Adam's apple.
Yan Qing was slender; his Adam's apple was prominent but mostly concealed by his clothing. He seemed accustomed to wrapping himself up tightly.
Tan Ming watched him, calling out softly, "Yan Qing."
"Hmm?" Yan Qing looked up at the sound, curiosity evident in his gaze.
"If you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask," Tan Ming said weakly, though his eyes were sincere. He didn’t want Yan Qing to feel guarded around him.
Since the system activation, while they couldn’t exactly be called inseparable, they had shared life-and-death experiences multiple times. In each other's eyes, they were trusted partners.
Thus, he didn’t want this small gap between them to grow wider over time.
Yan Qing understood that Tan Ming was referring to his identity as a user of the system.
"Yeah." He felt grateful for Tan Ming's understanding but also guilty.
"Actually, I've always wanted to tell you..." Tan Ming's words trailed off suddenly.
"Because..."
"Yan Classmate, come here!" Ke Jianping called out with a grin, leaning against the kitchen door.
"Okay." Yan Qing quickly walked over.
Ke Jianping turned and sneaked into the kitchen, emerging with a small bowl. He handed it to Yan Qing and said, "Take this to Tan. Make sure he eats it all."
Egg custard? Yan Qing recognized it at a glance.
The egg custard was a brilliant golden color, smooth and shiny, topped with a sprinkle of vibrant green scallions and rich sauce. It looked incredibly delicious, making his mouth water.
Although egg custard seemed ordinary, at this moment and in this setting, being able to eat it was already a treat.
Ke Jianping leaned in to take a look, then put an arm around Yan Qing's shoulder and said earnestly, "What egg custard? This is clearly tofu pudding!"
The two exchanged glances, and Yan Qing immediately understood, giving a subtle hand gesture.
He carried the bowl over to Tan Ming and smiled, "This is a special dish prepared just for you by the chef."
Tan Ming lazily glanced at it while hugging a pillow before turning his gaze away. "You eat it."
He was allergic to eggs.
"Is it really okay for me to eat it?" Yan Qing scratched his head. Although he usually had a big appetite, he wasn't that desperate at the moment.
"This is your nutritional meal," he insisted.
"I have no appetite," Tan Ming replied, resting his head on the pillow without moving.
Yan Qing looked at him for a moment, his beautiful eyes scanning the room. He pulled up a chair with his foot and sat down, smiling brightly as he scooped up a spoonful of egg custard. "Open your mouth."
Tan Ming pouted in disdain.
"Open your mouth," Yan Qing repeated, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
Tan Ming turned his face away, completely ignoring his previous allergy episode.
"Hey, is that really your attitude?"
Tan Ming raised an eyebrow defiantly. "That's my attitude. Don't make me force you!"
Yan Qing leaned in closer and sniffed the egg custard; its aroma was both fragrant and fresh. Unable to resist, he took a bite and found it quite tasty.
"Just eat yours," Tan Ming said without lifting his head.
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