The Mechanic

Adam woke up with a burning thirst, still aching in his head. He opened his lips, feeling the taste in his mouth was very strange, and his body seemed to be falling apart, as if being run over by a wheel.

He tried to sit up, but found that his hands were pressed.

Zhang Xun fell asleep lying on his bedside, with his arm pressed against his wrist.

Amidst the ticking clock, Adam sat quietly, looking at the sleeping mechanic. Most of the time, Zhang Xun watched him from behind the screen, and today he finally had a chance to take a closer look at his mechanic.

At this moment, Adam didn't have any expression on his face, and the blue eyes were faint. He looked at Zhang Xun's side face, at the bruise at the corner of his mouth, and thought of Zhang Xun trying to use his body to block the male humans' attacks on him in the chaos. He carefully pulled his hand out, and then tentatively, put his fingertips on Zhang Xun's cheek.

For a man in his thirties, Zhang Xun's skin is still fine, soft and elastic, without any wrinkles, except for a shallow expression line at the corner of his eye. It is probably due to the fact that he almost never goes outdoors... Zhang Xun's nose bridge is not high, but it is very straight, and his eyelashes are long for Asians. He flicked the eyelashes with his fingers, feeling very interesting.

Zhang Xun frowned, murmured, and lay down on his stomach in a different direction.

Did his mechanic trust him so much that he even dared to sleep in his presence?

If he wanted to kill Zhang Xun now, it would be easy. But he didn't want to. He also didn't want anyone else hurting his mechanic.

Those who hurt Zhang Xun are bound to pay the price.

Adam figured that if he already had liking, then he should be liking his mechanic. Whether it's because he was the first human being contacted after Adam's seance.

Like, what a wonderful feeling. It will make him want to lift the corners of his mouth upwards, it will make him feel bright inside his chest.

"Axun?" Adam called out.

Zhang Xun sat up suddenly, the sleepiness in his eyes had not faded away. He looked at Adam in a daze, "Are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

Adam rolled his eyes. "I'm fine. How about you?"

"I'm fine. Do you want a drink of water? I'll pour it." After Zhang Xun finished speaking, he wanted to stand up, but probably because he lay on the ground for too long and got up too quickly, his eyes darkened for a while, and his body shook. He felt Adam grab his arm, helping him to steady himself. After the discomfort that the blood pressure couldn't keep up passed, he immediately saw Adam's worried eyes.

"You don't seem to be dealing with your own injuries." Adam studied his face, and even reached out to touch the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Xun dodged back reflexively, and said in embarrassment, "It's all skin trauma. Wait a moment."

Zhang Xun went to pour water, and at the same time ordered Pan to prepare breakfast and painkillers for Adam. Zhang Xun, who hadn't rested all night, also felt a little tired at this time. Seeing Adam's bathroom light was on, he said, "Lie down a little longer. I'll get breakfast after I take a shower."

Adam watched Zhang Xun enter the bathroom curiously, and soon there was the sound of rushing water. He realized that he hadn't seen Zhang Xun's body yet, and somehow felt his face was hot. He found himself imagining, imagining Zhang Xun taking off his coat and shirt, imagining the water falling on his skin, which was fairer than most men in Paradise Lost.

He found that he could not control his increasingly colorful imagination.

After a while, the sound of water stopped. Zhang Xun opened the door, wrapped a bath towel around his waist, and walked out with another towel to wipe his wet hair. On weekdays, he would never show this kind of image to others, but in front of Adam, he always relaxes more.

How strange that he should have been more wary of Adam.

Zhang Xun stepped on the wooden floor with his bare feet, leaving wet water stains on the ground. He opened Adam's wardrobe door, and there were several sets of clothes he had prepared for Adam hanging inside, ranging from daily items to everything needed for going out. He chose a casual cotton shirt and dark trousers for indoors, and turned to go to the bathroom to change, but saw Adam staring at him.

Zhang Xun thought there was something wrong with him, looked down, and confirmed that the bath towel around his waist was well wrapped, "What's wrong?"

Adam seemed a little confused, frowned, changed his sitting posture, and pulled the quilt.

Is it because you saw that big, scary bruise on your abdomen? After all, those kicks were really heavy. Zhang Xun then comforted, "It's not a serious injury. The doctor said that no internal organs were injured, and it will disappear in a few days."

Adam didn't speak, just stared at him.

Thinking that Adam was a little sluggish because of the previous concussion, Zhang Xun didn't care. He went to the bathroom to change his clothes, and then went out to the restaurant to get breakfast for the two of them. When he came back, he found that Adam was maintaining the same posture as before, as if he was in some kind of meditation.

"Come here, eat." Zhang Xun ordered.

Considering Adam's injury, Pan prepared light and low-salt breakfast bread and fruit oatmeal yogurt. Now is summer, the season when fruits are the most abundant. The logistics department has bought a lot and stored them in the freezer. The cold blueberries and strawberries are sprinkled on the crispy oatmeal and yogurt, which is Zhang Xun's favorite breakfast.