Chapter 3 if line: Doctor, your desire for me is not obvious enough (3) Li Yuheng turned and left the restaurant.
Shu Bai sat alone in the same spot, speechless.
"Playing hard to get...who's playing hard to get?"
But he had to keep acting until the vengeful mob boss was satisfied.
After all, he was the one in the wrong.
Who told him to secretly go and eliminate that traitor who betrayed his own side two weeks ago without Li Yuheng's knowledge?
…
Let's rewind to two weeks ago.
Shu Bai, dressed in a black outfit that allowed for easy movement, rendered the traitor powerless to resist in the dim light, leaving him lying in a pool of blood groaning in pain.
The sound of footsteps came hurriedly from behind.
Shu Bai didn't turn around, but he knew who it was.
Li Yuheng rushed in with his men and saw this scene: Shu Bai was standing there unharmed, while the traitor was on the verge of death.
Li Yuheng's face turned ashen as he grabbed Shu Bai's wrist: "Didn't I say I would handle this? Who gave you the right to act on your own!"
Shu Bai pursed her lips, about to explain, when suddenly something unexpected happened.
The traitor on the ground, who should have been unconscious, suddenly unleashed a final burst of ferocity in his eyes. With his last remaining strength, he grabbed the dagger beside him and stabbed it viciously into Shu Bai's back.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Without thinking, Li Yuheng suddenly pulled Shu Bai behind him, blocking the knife.
The dull thud of the dagger piercing flesh caused Shu Bai's pupils to contract abruptly.
"Li Yuheng!"
…
Later, the traitor was naturally dealt with completely by Li Yuheng's men.
Although Li Yuheng avoided a fatal blow, the wound he received was quite deep.
During his recovery, this vengeful gang leader devised a scheme to kidnap the doctor, ostensibly to teach his partner a lesson for acting without permission and causing his injury, and also to let him experience the thrill of pursuing his lover.
Shu Bai knew he was in the wrong, and since Li Yuheng had indeed taken the knife for him, the lingering fear and guilt gnawed at him, leaving him no choice but to grit his teeth and cooperate with the performance.
Thus, the top assassin was forced to play the role of a kidnapped, aloof doctor, and also had to try his best to win over his dramatic partner.
As for the steamy scenes that Li Yuheng saw through touching...
It's not a figment of their imagination at all; it's all based on real memories that happened between them.
Because Li Yuheng is best at deliberately guiding Shu Bai to recall those intimate moments, while he himself takes advantage of his abilities to openly relive them.
…
That afternoon, Li Yuheng was handling gang affairs in his study when Shu Bai brought in a cup of brightly colored fruit tea and placed it beside him.
The glass was filled with lemon slices and mint leaves, their bright colors clashing with the gangster ledgers scattered across the table.
Li Yuheng looked up from the ledger, his gaze sweeping over the cup of fruit tea before finally settling on Shu Bai's expressionless face. He raised an eyebrow: "What is this? A doctor's duty? Or... a pursuit?"
Shu Bai didn't avoid his gaze, leaning slightly closer to him: "It's about pursuing you. It's also about replenishing your vitamins, to prevent your wound from healing too slowly and delaying my pursuit of you."
Li Yuheng picked up the cup and took a sip. The temperature was just right, and the sweet and sour ratio was perfectly balanced, exactly the taste he preferred.
"Oh? You're worried about being held back if you pursue me?"
Shu Bai nodded: "Yes, I'm very efficient and I don't like to procrastinate."
After speaking, he made a gesture as if he was about to turn and leave.
In a flash, he quickly lowered his head and planted a fleeting kiss on Li Yuheng's lips.
Shu Bai straightened up, forcing himself to remain calm, and said, "You're busy," before turning to leave.
"etc."
Li Yuheng reached out and grabbed Shu Bai's wrist, pulling him back with ease.
Shu Bai stumbled as he pulled her, almost falling into his arms. To avoid pressing on his wound, she instinctively braced herself on the chair armrest, ending up trapped between Li Yuheng and the desk.
"Flirt and run? Doctor, are you using that efficiency in the wrong place?"
Shu Bai tried to struggle, but Li Yuheng immediately hissed, frowned slightly, and pressed his hand on the bandage on his upper abdomen: "Don't move, you're pulling on my wound."
Even though she knew he was probably faking it, Shu Bai's body stiffened instantly, and she dared not exert any more force.
Li Yuheng smirked triumphantly, looking up at the person so close to him: "Weren't you quite the one who kissed me earlier? Now, it's my turn."
He grabbed Shu Bai's chin and kissed him without saying a word.
Shu Bai was trapped in a small space by him, with no way to avoid it, and could only passively endure it, her ears quickly turning red.
Just as Li Yuheng was lost in the kiss, familiar images uncontrollably flooded his mind once again:
[It was the same study, the same chair, but the scene was far more chaotic. Files were scattered all over the floor, and Shu Bai was pinned down on the large table, her collar wide open, her eyes misty with tears, clutching his arm in uncontrollable agony…]
Li Yuheng released her pale lips, but still pressed her forehead against his, chuckling softly with a smug and shameless tone:
"Doctor, it seems you have a special fondness for this desk of mine?"
Shu Bai's breathing was unsteady. He looked away, trying to remain calm: "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Okay then~ Maybe I misread it."
As he spoke, Li Yuheng raised his hand and slapped Shu Bai's bottom.
"Go out, doctor." Li Yuheng released his embrace, picked up his pen again, and looked back at the ledger. "I can't concentrate on my work with you here."
If Shu Bai bothers him again, he will play with him.
Hehehe~
Shu Bai was furious at his act of turning the tables. Just now, this man had clearly been holding him back, and after kissing him enough, he put on a businesslike act.
He stood up, straightened his crumpled collar, and looked at Li Yuheng, who was buried in the ledger again. He felt that this man's ability to put on an act was getting better and better every day.
The resentment of being mocked prompted him to make a bold move.
He took a step forward, his knee lightly touching the edge of the chair, and suddenly placed a hand on the young protagonist's head.
"Li Yuheng, what are you pretending for?"
Li Yuheng's body stiffened abruptly, and the tip of his pen drew a line of ink on the ledger.
"Need any help?" Shu Bai's voice was laced with provocation. "I'll count to three."
"one……"
Before the word "two" could even be uttered, Li Yuheng had already thrown the pen on the table and swept the ledger aside.
He pulled the person back into his arms, his eyes burning, all traces of his previous focus gone.
"If you talk about this, I won't be sleepy anymore. Doctor, do you know how long I've been abstaining from pornography?"
…
Twenty minutes later.
The sound of tissues being pulled out came from the study, a soft rustling, and Li Yuheng's voice, tinged with laughter: "Doctor, could you help me wipe my hands?"
A moment later, Shu Bai opened the door and came out first.
His shirt was still crisp, but his lips were redder than when he went in, and there was still a faint trace of red on his earlobes.
He went straight to the kitchen, poured himself another glass of water, tilted his head back and drank it down, his Adam's apple bobbing.
A few minutes later, Li Yuheng slowly strolled out, his face showing a contented look of having eaten and drunk his fill.
He leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching Shu Bai's retreating figure, and lazily began to speak:
"Doctor, your help was very efficient. You did a great job, please do it again next time."
Shu Bai put down his water glass, didn't turn around, and only squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "...Shut up."
Li Yuheng chuckled softly and turned around in a great mood.
…
Late at night, Li Yuheng's wound throbbed with pain, making it difficult for him to sleep.
In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, he felt a slightly cool hand tentatively touch his forehead.
After confirming that there was no fever, the finger moved to his temple and pressed gently with a professional and just-right amount of force.
The pain dispelled his anxiety, until his furrowed brows unconsciously relaxed, and he drifted back into a dreamless sleep.
When Li Yuheng woke up the next day, he asked casually, "Last night... it seemed like a Snail Gentleman graced us with his presence?"
Shu Bai glanced at him: "Whose classical-style young man has wandered out like this? Someone come and take him away."
Li Yuheng was speechless for a moment: "..."
But looking at the man's profile, which was feigning composure, he felt a great sense of wicked pleasure.
Okay, so you're being stubborn.
He wanted to see just how many interesting tricks this two-faced Dr. Shu could pull off in this pursuit drama where he set the rules.
…
But the time that almost made Li Yuheng lose his composure was one afternoon when he woke up from his nap and found Shu Bai sitting on the small sofa by his bedroom window knitting a sweater.
Yes, knitting a sweater.
Those hands, which once took lives with precision and ruthlessness, were now clumsily manipulating two knitting needles, knitting something that looked obviously out of place.
The warm sunlight shone on his lowered eyelashes, softening his usually cold and hard features.
Li Yuheng stared in disbelief: "You... what new tricks are you using to woo someone now?"
Shu Bai raised her head, her eyes seeming a little aggrieved: "...Making a gift by hand best shows sincerity."
Li Yuheng looked at the strangely colored, tangled ball of yarn, barely suppressing the urge to burst out laughing. He walked over, picked up the half-finished product, and held it up to his neck. Sure enough, it was pitifully short.
He teased him deliberately, "Doctor, are you planning to strangle me so you can inherit my estate?"
Shu Bai's face darkened, and she snatched the ball of yarn back: "Fine, don't take it."
Li Yuheng looked at him seriously and said, "Yes, why wouldn't I want it? Why wouldn't I accept the gift the doctor gave me when he was pursuing me? Even if it was a noose, I would wear it every day."
Shu Bai's fingers crunched as he held the knitting needle.
“...If you make sarcastic remarks and laugh at me again, next time I change your dressing, I'll draw a turtle on your wound with iodine.”
"How could I dare to laugh at you? Dr. Shu's hands, which used to hold scalpels, are now holding knitting needles for me. I'm so grateful."
"Then what are you laughing at?"
"This is a happy smile. Keep knitting, I'm waiting to wear it."
“…Turn around, I’ll take your measurements.”
“Okay.” Li Yuheng turned around to cooperate. “Make sure the measurement is accurate. It’s the size of the legs below the neck.”
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