Chapter 15
In anticipation, Lu Jia saw Su Mo's response. Her heart turned into a string, silently plucked by someone's finger. The music of joy resonated within her solo heart.
"Heh~" A sudden light laughter came, even she herself didn't know why. She just felt like laughing.
If only you were still you, she thought, the music in her heart changed and became melancholy.
The person in front blinked their eyes and couldn't understand the complex and ever-changing thoughts of the person in front.
Lu Jia thought she wanted a bit too much, isn't it greedy to expect Su Mo to be human?
At that moment, Su Mo silently bowed down and furtively touched the bag on her misplaced leg again.
Su Mo simply didn't understand, it was soft here, a bit strange.
Because of Su Mo's movement, Lu Jia only now realized that there was a wound on the person's leg in front of her. She had temporarily forgotten about this important thing.
While silently scolding herself for being confused, Lu Jia reached out and held Su Mo's hand that was poking her leg. When Su Mo looked up at her, she took the opportunity to pull her closer and quietly explained, "Let's go sit over there."
After that, no matter what Su Mo thought, she obediently followed along. There was no need to worry about anything.
Accompanied by a slight creak of the bed, the mattress sank slightly as it successfully bore the weight of two people.
The warm and smooth feeling on Lu Jia's arm reminded her that the person sitting next to her had just come out of the bathroom.
Before, because she had to help someone wash up, she rolled up the sleeves of her hands to avoid getting them wet, which allowed her arm to touch Su Mo's back at close range.
As noticed before, Su Mo's skin still had a pale white appearance, with some traces of being human compared to the old, withered zombie bodies. Also, do zombies get swollen when they injure their legs due to bone dislocation?
With increasing doubts, her gaze shifted to Su Mo's leg, where a red swelling the size of two fists still loomed above her knee.
Due to being in a tense state before, she didn't notice these abnormalities in time. The arrival of the phone call allowed her to relax a little, gaining some necessary calmness and rationality to pay attention to certain things.
Not harming humans and attacking zombies, this way of acting is certainly not something the roaring monsters outside would have.
Why are you different from them? With a questioning look, her gaze involuntarily raised, temporarily distracted from the injured leg.
The half of Su Mo's face closer to Lu Jia was still bloody and mangled, as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid. It reminded Lu Jia of the fact that Su Mo had become a zombie.
Looking at this face, a small bottle ran through Lu Jia's mind.
Suddenly standing up, she went to the table and searched for a while. Then she saw the bottle of half-filled iodine on the floor, along with a pack of disinfectant cotton swabs around it.
The person picked up these two things and sat back down in their previous seat. They shook the small bottle in their hand, and the blue liquid inside was moving.
Even though she had been drinking that night and the wound on her hand had long disappeared, the presence of this thing reminded her of the truthfulness of her previous memories.
She stood up again and moved a chair. She sat down facing Su Mo.
She opened the bottle and poured out some medicine. The cotton swab became wet inside. Then, she held Su Mo's chin with one hand to keep her head in place.
"Even though I don't know if you need it, it's because you don't speak at all," she said with a smile. She wet the cotton swab and gently dabbed it on one side of her face.
As the net-like gauze was placed on Su Mo's face, the outside of the room was covered in a reddish light.
Maybe something on her face caused discomfort, because Su Mo kept pulling and tugging at the gauze for a long time. But Lu Jia forcefully grabbed her hand and gave her a menacing look, and she gradually became obedient.
"Good girl," Lu Jia lightly touched Su Mo's head. Lu Jia then realized that she had become increasingly childish when dealing with Su Mo.
However, Su Mo looked much better this way, pleasing to the eye.
Thinking like this, there was something strange in her eyes when she noticed something. Her gaze followed down Su Mo's face, and then fell upon her fair and distinct collarbone. Further down was a place that made Lu Jia feel somewhat ashamed, although she herself was not lacking. She just hadn't expected it to be hidden.
Hmm...
Silently watching, her mind emitted thoughtful contemplation.
Can this thing really change with a little kneading? Suddenly, a roommate's teasing came to mind.
She shook her head abruptly, banishing the strange thoughts from her mind, mocking herself for daydreaming.
Rising again, she rummaged through the closet for quite a while before finally finding the knee-length, loose black short-sleeved pajamas. Li Guai Guai had given them to her, saying it was made of ice silk and perfect for summer. However, even though that was the case, she had only worn it once. The reason being that it was too delicate to wash, as if it would easily get ruined with any movement.
Not long ago, she had specifically taken out the things in the closet to air them out. Looking at the current scene, she felt like she had been a bit proactive.
Assisting Su Mo in putting on her undergarments, Lu Jia couldn't help but create some distance between them. She finally understood that it was simple to do things for oneself, but helping others was another matter entirely, especially when Su Mo was such an restless person.
At this moment, her hands still retained the sensation of holding Su Mo as she stood up. The dampness on her face was the trace of being licked, yet the person in front of her had a pair of innocent-looking eyes.
Unable to help but sigh, she had long been used to it, after all Su Mo still seemed to quite like it.
Sorting out her thoughts, she stepped forward again, reaching out to straighten Su Mo's hands, making her hold them up.
"Okay, hands mustn't move."
Taking advantage of Su Mo being obedient, she quickly framed Su Mo with the clothes in her hands, starting from the top, following her hands and head, all the way down.
The underwear that suited her Lu Jia seemed not to fit Su Mo very well, but for now, she had no choice but to make do with it.
The black clothing smoothly covered Su Mo's body.
Looking up, Su Mo's hands were still obediently raised.
Lu Jia looked at her and couldn't help but smile. She didn't know if she should call her cute or smart, but at least compared to the people outside, the person before her was very clever.
She reached out and lowered the raised hand, saying, "Okay, you can put it down now."
Looking at the person who is well-behaved and not moving, they are truly well-behaved.
This peaceful moment didn't last long, until Lu Jia's stomach reminded her that she had only eaten two apples today.
Touching her own stomach, she thought about cooking and the situation outside, and she decided it was better not to do it.
Instant noodles it is then, there's still plenty of them and they are easy to eat.
The red light on the water dispenser indicated that the electricity in the house was still on. Lu Jia silently waited for a while, and once the red light turned yellow, she put the prepared instant noodles in. After finishing cooking, she turned off the water dispenser.
Waiting for the instant noodles was a bit boring. Maybe it was too boring, as Su Mo couldn't help but hold her hand and tap her hand and palm, as if playing with a toy.
Lu Jia didn't find anything interesting about her hand, and what bothered her even more was that Su Mo seemed to never tire of it. Even when she tried to pull her hand away to eat the noodles, Su Mo quickly pulled it back.
Helplessly, she could only free her left hand for Su Mo to play with. Luckily, there was a chair where she could place the instant noodles and she didn't have to hold it all the time.
Regardless of the flavor of the instant noodles, as soon as they were opened, the aroma filled the dorm room, enough to stimulate someone's appetite. And with the noodles soaking in hot water, green spring onions floating on top of the broth added a touch of green to the noodles.
The white spoon scooped up a big blob of noodles, which trembled with elasticity until they reached the mouth.
Actually, the noodles didn't have much flavor. They mostly tasted like the seasoning and broth. But for someone who is hungry, this steaming hot food is enough.
She was really hungry. A bucket of noodles wasn't enough to satisfy her. After that, she ate an apple and finally felt full. But in doing so, she finished off the last apple in the dormitory.
Since it's all going to spoil anyway, it's better to eat it sooner. Even though Lu Jia wanted to keep the only fruit, reality didn't support her idea.
After eating and drinking enough, people tend to feel lazy. Lu Jia leaned against the bed railing and looked out through the balcony door. The sun was no longer there outside, and darkness fell heavily.
The daytime was fine, but at night, everything outside seemed to be more active. The sounds of roaring seemed to increase compared to the daytime.
Almost everything that could be moved was placed against the dormitory door as a means of support. The curtains on the windows were also made of non-transparent material. Looking at the gradually darkening room, Lu Jia got up and closed the balcony door. In just a moment, the dormitory was completely engulfed in darkness.
Quietly, she turned on the innermost light. She touched the switch and held her breath for a while, making sure there were no problems. Only then did she dare to walk back to the bedside.
In the past, she would never go to sleep at this time. But now, besides sleeping, she seemed to have nothing else to do.
Or you can read a book instead.
She took out the Jiangnan Trilogy which she bought a long time ago from the table.
It was recommended by someone else, so she bought it, but she didn't read much of it and left it aside.
Now that she had time, she could finally get into it. The detailed description of the characters' thoughts allowed Lu Jia to guess their intentions. Shuimi must like Zhang Jiyan, otherwise, why would she avoid him but still hope for him?
However, this book was not just about emotions. So when Lu Jia saw that Zhang Jiyan died, she lost interest in continuing to read. She couldn't help but feel that it would be a tragedy, and right now, she didn't really want to read something tragic.
When she put the book down, she didn't know what time it was. Su Mo had already obediently gone to sleep in bed, and her left hand was still holding Su Mo's hand.
