Chapter 4 if line: Doctor, your desire for me is not obvious enough (4) As soon as Li Yuheng turned around, he felt Shu Bai wrapping a yarn ruler around his neck.
The measuring tape slowly slid down, seemingly circling his shoulder line, carefully measuring his shoulder width.
A crisp, clean scent drew near, carrying with it the unique, pure fragrance emanating from Shu Bai.
The measuring tape continued its downward movement, lightly brushing against the back, finally stopping at the waist, slowly circling around, bringing a subtle itch.
Li Yuheng squinted, enjoying this special service for a while, before slowly speaking, his tone laced with an infuriatingly knowing tone:
"Doctor, is this a proper measurement?"
He turned abruptly, grabbed Shu Bai's hand before she could pull it back, and took a step closer:
"Just say you want to touch me, no need for such a lame excuse. I'm the most generous person."
When Shu Bai was caught red-handed, a hint of unease flashed across his face, but he quickly recovered, even raising his chin slightly: "What, is that not allowed?"
Li Yuheng was taken aback by his direct approach, then laughed even harder, reaching out to pinch his cheek:
"Sure, why not? It's perfectly natural for Dr. Shu to touch wherever he wants."
Shu Bai ignored the hand that was still pinching his face, because just thinking about what he was going to say next made him want to burst out laughing.
He suppressed a smile and, while putting away the knitting ruler, asked, "Did you say thank you?"
Li Yuheng: "???"
"Me? Thank you? Doctor, you volunteered to knit a sweater for me just to woo me, and you even took my measurements like you were taking advantage of me. And I'm supposed to thank you?"
"Oh. It's your good fortune that I knitted you a sweater by hand. Say thank you."
"Auv~ Do you want this good fortune? I'm not going to say anything."
Li Yuheng slumped into the sofa, crossed his legs, and held up one index finger, waving it at Shu Bai in a cheeky manner:
"Doctor, please get your position right."
He pointed to himself, then to Shu Bai: "Now, you're the one pursuing me, understand?"
“So,” he drawled, smugly.
"It's your turn to say thank you."
Thank you for accepting that uniquely ugly sweater.
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to pursue you.
Thank you for letting you meet me, the most wonderful person in the universe.
Thank you for showing up in front of you every day with this handsome face without charging me anything.
Thank you for being so forgiving; I didn't hold it against you for secretly touching my abs when you changed my dressing last time.
Thank you for having such good proportions; it gave you perfect room to work your knitting skills.
Thank you for my superb acting skills, for playing such a childish game as tying up a doctor with you.
Thank you to my little brother who directs me to play house with us every day.
As he finished speaking, Li Yuheng deliberately leaned closer to Shu Bai: "Thank you for being so understanding, knowing you've had a crush on me for years, and for giving you this opportunity to get closer to me—"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Shu Bai suddenly reached out, grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him in Li Yuheng's astonished gaze.
"Thank you for this position, it's perfect for kissing. And thank you for picking such a good boyfriend, even though you're so dramatic, you can't bear to change your partner."
Li Yuheng was stunned for a moment after being kissed, then raised an eyebrow: "Wait, when did I admit that you were my boyfriend?"
He patted his bald head smugly: "You're still in the 'pursuit observation period,' understand? Keep up the good work, doctor."
After saying that, he casually tossed his head, put his hands in his pockets, and strode toward the door with an air of indifference.
Shu Bai stared at his smug back, almost moving in unison, and after a long while, finally managed to squeeze out three words through gritted teeth:
"That son of a bitch is smarter than a ghost."
…
Li Yuheng strolled back to his study and happily opened his WeChat Moments.
The latest post features a candid photo taken two days ago of Shu Bai, who is wearing a pink floral apron and chopping vegetables in the kitchen.
The copy clearly states:
My wife's cooking is alright.
The comments section below is already in an uproar:
Brother A: "Boss, you're so lucky! Your wife is so virtuous!"
Brother B: "That back view! That aura! Sister-in-law is amazing!"
Partner C: "Mr. Li has excellent taste; your wife is truly a woman who can grace any occasion and cook with grace!"
...
Li Yuheng smiled and liked each post, then started thinking about her next post showing off a sweater on her WeChat Moments.
Although the deadly sweater was only half-finished, with crooked stitches that looked like centipedes crawling and a terrible color combination, he could already imagine what the finished product would look like.
But none of that matters!
The important thing is that he has a wife who knits sweaters by hand, which no one else does!
Li Yuheng stroked his chin and began to seriously consider the caption for his WeChat Moments post.
[My wife knitted this warm fabric by hand; it's a little itchy around the neck, but love makes it gentle.]
No, that's too subtle; it doesn't show his sense of superiority.
Some people say they can't, but secretly they knit me sweaters. Ha, men.
Tsk, that's a bit pretentious, it doesn't fit his arrogant and domineering persona.
As he racked his brains, Shu Bai, carrying a water glass, passed by the door and caught sight of him grinning lewdly at his phone screen. Shu Bai stopped in his tracks.
"What are you fantasizing about again?"
Without looking up, Li Yuheng said smugly, "I'm already thinking about the caption for my WeChat Moments post about receiving this handmade sweater. After all, it was knitted by Dr. Shu himself, so it deserves to be shown off."
Shu Bai leaned against the door frame, took a sip of water, and shattered his illusion: "I suggest you include a note in the description beforehand that 'the pictures are for reference only, and the actual product may cause discomfort.'"
Li Yuheng: "...Don't you have some kind of misunderstanding about yourself? I think you knitted it quite well!"
"Oh?" Shu Bai raised an eyebrow. "Which one is better?"
"The sentiment is wonderful! The color... is very abstract art! The stitching... is full of postmodern rebelliousness! Most importantly, it's uniquely ugly, and you'll never see anyone else wearing it!"
Shu Bai paused for two seconds, then nodded: "Okay. Whatever makes you happy."
He turned to leave, but Li Yuheng quickly called out to him, "Hey, doctor, can you give me some advice? What kind of caption do you think would best highlight my happiness and your thoughtfulness when I hang out my sweaters to dry?"
"...Are you really okay? I suggest adding 'If you don't need your brain, you can donate it to someone who needs it'."
Li Yuheng was speechless for a moment, then retorted defiantly, "You're just jealous! Jealous that I'm about to own the most special sweater in the world!"
Shu Bai scoffed, "I'm jealous that it might not live to see the day you wear it."
"What do you mean?"
"You mean I just realized that I think I knitted the front and back pieces backwards. It's too much trouble to unravel them. How about you just use them as a scarf?"
Li Yuheng: "..."
"A scarf? Ah... so you were worried about my neck getting cold. Doctor, you're so thoughtful, it's making me, who's being pursued, a little waver."
Seeing his forced attempt to save face, Shu Bai finally couldn't help but laugh.
“Li Yuheng”.
"Um?"
Sometimes I really admire you.
"What do you admire about me? My good looks? My strength? Or this damn sense of humor?"
"I admire how you always manage to find a way to glorify yourself."
After finishing her sentence, Shu Bai took her water glass and went back to continue knitting her scarf.
Li Yuheng called out to his retreating figure, "Doctor, I'm waiting for your... Once the scarf is finished, I'll post eight updates on WeChat Moments a day."
He'd already thought of a title.
#Shocking! Aloof doctor actually does handicrafts for love#
A voice drifted over from afar: "Remember to block me when you post this, thank you."
Li Yuheng pretended not to hear, lowered his head and continued to ponder the copy, muttering to himself:
"Tsk, should I use 'He loves it' or 'I'm spoiled' to make me seem more precious..."
"Or to put it more directly, 'My wife knitted it; it's ugly, but it's warm'?"
"No, no, I have to emphasize my central role... 'Husband-chasing crematorium'? No, it's a sweet and adorable craft workshop!"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that every piece of copy perfectly matched his temperament and current situation.
Indeed, a man as outstanding as him shines no matter what he does.
Even being pursued is imbued with an artistic flair.
…
This pursuit drama had been going on for almost a month, and Li Yuheng's anger had mostly subsided.
That evening, Li Yuheng made an excuse that his wound was itchy and asked Shu Bai to examine it.
Shu Bai removed the bandages, carefully checked the healing process, and applied ointment.
Li Yuheng looked at his focused profile and suddenly spoke:
"Doctor, you've been pursuing her for so long, haven't you made any moves to take it a step further?"
Shu Bai paused in applying the medicine, then looked up at him: "What further gesture do you want?"
Li Yuheng pointed to his lips and said with a smile, "For example, how about we further consolidate our practice results?"
Shu Bai stared at him silently for a few seconds, and then he did something that Li Yuheng didn't expect.
He reached out and gently grasped Li Yuheng's wrist, then placed his palm on his left chest.
Through the thin fabric, Li Yuheng could clearly feel the heart beating steadily and powerfully in his hand.
At the same time, a scene uncontrollably flooded into Li Yuheng's mind.
In the dimly lit room, Shu Bai was pinned beneath him, her clothes half-undone, her breathing rapid. Li Yuheng's hand was pressed against the same spot, feeling the uncontrollable pounding of her heart. Shu Bai tilted her head back, her eyes reddening, and called his name in a hoarse voice: "Li Yuheng..."
Li Yuheng was stunned.
Shu Bai looked directly into his eyes, her voice low and clear: "Li Yuheng, I admit it was my mistake to deal with the traitor behind your back. I underestimated his desperate counterattack and overestimated my own control. Getting you hurt is the thing I regret most."
"But you can't deny everything that happened between us. In my whole life, I've only ever had desires for you, and I've only ever wanted a future with you."
"So, Mr. Li, how much longer are you going to watch this show? Or rather, how much longer do you want me to 'chase' you? Give me a deadline, hmm?"
Li Yuheng looked at Shu Bai, whose eyes, reflecting his image, were filled with open and honest love.
He suddenly laughed, and all the awkwardness, scheming, and pretense vanished in that instant.
He grasped Shu Bai's hand in return, their fingers intertwined, while his other hand clasped the back of Shu Bai's neck, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling.
"Alright, I'm done watching," Li Yuheng's voice was hoarse, filled with a relieved smile and an overwhelming sense of emotion. "I've had enough."
"Now, it's my turn as the victim to get my money back, with interest."
Without further hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed those lips he had long coveted.
Shu Bai closed her eyes and raised her hand to wrap her arms around his neck.
The bandages lay scattered to the side, the wounds had healed, and some barriers had completely melted away in that kiss.
When the kiss ended, both of them were a little out of breath.
Li Yuheng pressed his pale forehead against Shu Bai's forehead, his thumb stroking Shu Bai's slightly swollen lips: "Will you still dare to go on adventures alone in the future?"
Shu Bai, panting, met her gaze without backing down: "We'll see how you do. If you can keep an eye on me."
Li Yuheng was amused by his words and lowered her head to bite his lip again: "You're stubborn, aren't you? Fine, let's see how long you can keep it up."
He scooped the person up in his arms and carried them to the large bed in the bedroom.
"Li Yuheng! Your wound!"
"It's already done! Otherwise, how would I have dealt with you!"
…
It had been so long since we had been this intimate, and the body's memory awakened before reason.
Do you miss me?
Li Yuheng bit her sparse white earlobe and asked in a hoarse voice, as if she wanted to make up for the nearly one month of separation and pretense.
Shu Bai's voice was intermittent.
"So much nonsense..."
"There's no way around it, you know how long I've been holding it in..."
…
It was late at night.
Exhausted, Shu Bai fell into a deep sleep in Li Yuheng's arms.
Li Yuheng looked at his peaceful sleeping face, his fingers gently brushing across his slightly furrowed brow, then slowly moving to the right, where the brow was half-hidden, and touched an almost invisible old scar.
That was a long time ago, when Shu Bai was neither his doctor nor his partner, when he saved him and got the scar.
From that moment on, Li Yuheng knew that this seemingly cold man had long valued his life more than his own.
That's why Shu Bai's unauthorized actions that time made him so fearful and angry.
He sighed and pulled the person into his arms even tighter.
"If you dare to do this again..." he threatened in a low voice, but in the end he didn't say anything harsh. He just kissed the top of his head with a helpless yet affectionate tone. "...Fine, there won't be a next time. I'll keep you tied to my belt and take you everywhere I go."
As if she heard him in her sleep, Shu Bai snuggled closer to him and made a muffled sound, as if in response.
Li Yuheng closed his eyes contentedly.
The play has come to an end.
But they have a long way to go.
(over)
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