Infected

"Nian'er? Are you okay? I heard you coughing. Did you catch a cold? Hello, Earth to Nian'er?? Oh, you're taking a shower." Jin Jiuchi's voice came from the mirror shard on the table, while the sound of water running filled the air.

Inside the bathroom, Shen Nianzu stood in front of the mirror with an extremely dark face. He inspected his eyes, nails and ears meticulously and discovered that there seemed to be a subtle change. Without hesitation, he took off his shirt and exposed his bare body. Under the natural lightning, the man's skin was pale and smooth, and his chest rose and fell along with his erratic breathing, making the dip of his collarbones look even more prominent. His gaze ran across his torso— nothing. Holding up his long hair, he turned around to examine his back, and his gaze immediately fell on the tiny red mark near his shoulder blade that looked particularly conspicuous against the stretch of milky white skin.