Chapter 149 - 4.14 Poison
Unfortunately for Heimo, Lu Yizhou knew. As soon as he came out from the kitchen with a tray, 666’s flustered rambling resounded in his mind.
[666: Okay, Host. Don’t panic and listen to 666, okay? This is an absolute emergency so 666 needs Host to be cool-headed! Alright, Host? Okay, here it is. Once again, please don’t panic. Heimo put something into your drink, Host! 666 doesn’t have time to properly look at what it is but 666 is certain that it’s some kind of white powder! Gasp, Host, he wants to poison you!]
A small cup was put in front of him before Heimo proceeded to pour tea in it. The warm scent of jasmine and some traditional herbal concoctions wafted to Lu Yizhou’s nose. He looked at his own reflection on the brownish green surface and found nothing but helplessness. He noticed that Heimo had been acting strangely ever since they were on their way here and it seemed like the man was ready to act now. What could Lu Yizhou do except to go along with his whims?
He held the cup and gingerly brought it to his lips.
From his peripheral vision, Heimo was visibly squirming as he struggled to keep his anticipation at bay. Lu Yizhou almost smiled at that. Did he have no idea how bad of a liar he was?
"Is there something wrong, Yi-gege?" He gave a sweet, sweet smile that almost bordered to a grin, showing his cute tiger tooth. Lu Yizhou’s lashes trembled at the intimate address. He still couldn’t get used to the abrupt change of Heimo’s demeanor. Sometimes he was shy and awkward, and sometimes he was bold and mischievous. He changed faces according to the circumstances and he deliberately provoked Lu Yizhou with suggestive words. Lu Yizhou loved every side of him.
"No, nothing was wrong." He replied quietly and downed the tea.
[666: Host, are you crazy?! Why did you drink that?! Aaaah, you don’t even leave a single drop! Spit it out. Spit it out, Host! What if you die because of this?!]
Lu Yizhou’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. He couldn’t taste anything other than the usual astringent and underlying sweetness of tea but the hair on the back of his neck abruptly stood on its end, proof that his body was conscious of the foreign substance that had intruded his system.
In front of him, Heimo was still staring at him with that devastating smile of his, yet there was something else in his eyes. Impatience and a tinge of...guilt? Was he feeling bad? Good, he should be. Even though Lu Yizhou was willing to swallow any kind of poison as long as it was from Heimo’s hands, he wasn’t saint enough not to wish for anything in return. He hoped that this was enough for Heimo to lower the shield around himself and begin to put a drop of trust in Lu Yizhou.