This night, Lu Zhen was tossed to pieces and forced to pose with Nolan. In the past, Nolan couldn't let go of this matter. Basically, Lu Zhen guided him, but this time it was an exception. Maybe he thought it was a dream, so he did all the postures he wanted to do in the dream. He didn't know that he was tired. Lu Zhen finally felt dizzy.
He is not poor in physical strength, but in a special time, he is much worse than Nolan. He has just experienced a catastrophe of life and death, so he can't be so crazy with him.
When Nolan woke up, it was dusk. He was not in good spirits. After going crazy last night, did he have a good sleep? The bedroom was full of the smell of sex, the windows were open, and the cold air poured in, which gave off some smell. There is blood on the sheet, there are also some marks, a look to know what, Nolan frown, knead his own pain in the head, his dream has not awakened?
He remembers everything last night very clearly.
He always thought it was a dream. How could he wake up with these traces? Others are understandable. What about bloodstains?
Nolan had a headache. Lu Zhen opened the window. The temperature in the room was low. Nolan went downstairs in a thick pajama. As soon as he got down, he smelled the fragrance. There was a slender figure busy in the kitchen.
"Brother..." Nolan exclaimed, a little headache.
Michael looked back. "You're cooking. Why did you go upstairs and go to sleep? Fortunately, I'm here. What would it look like
Nolan was stunned. When did he cook and go upstairs to sleep?
He's a little confused about how he's been living.
Several dishes were prepared on the table, including steamed fish and a plate of fried rice, as well as a spare ribs soup. Since he was with Lu Zhen, his taste has changed a lot. He prefers to eat Chinese food. Michael always makes Chinese food every time he comes to visit. Michael also knows that he has hallucinations. He makes two people each time, thinking that he and Lu Zhen are eating it, so it's no surprise to see how much he makes.
Nolan was shocked.
Michael can't cook Chinese food. He can't.
He's sure he didn't cook it. He just woke up. Who cooked the meal?
Did he really cook himself and go upstairs and remember nothing? He knew that he was not in the right place recently. He even forgot some things and lived in a trance. He could not be in such a trance.
"Come to dinner." Michael brought the last dish. Fortunately, it was a soup. When he came over, the soup was almost cooked. Nolan sat in silence and looked at the food on the table.
Lu Zhen likes steamed fish best, which is rare.
He likes to row the fish from the middle, not horizontally as others do. He likes to row from the middle, so that the meat is not fresh and tender. Lu Zhen says he likes it. He has seen Lu Zhen do it once.
Impressive.
He suddenly turned his head and looked around. There was no one but Michael.
"What's the matter?"
"It's OK!" Nolan whispered that he didn't want to share his doubts with Michael.
I don't know why. Subconsciously, I reject it.
"I just had a headache. I've been in a trance recently, and I've forgotten all of a sudden. I didn't expect to go to bed and sleep. Fortunately you came."
Nolan tried to scoop a bowl of rice and stopped as soon as he ate it.
There was a glance of surprise, ecstasy, even amazement.
Yes, this is Lu Zhen's cooking. This is Lu Zhen's craft. He will not mistake it.
But Lu Zhen is dead.
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