Chapter 63 Chapter 63 "I'm crazy now."...
Su Ting then realized that Ye Xiuming's walking was not smooth after the collision. He must have been injured. He walked up to Ye Xiuming, put out his cigarette, and gently touched his slightly blue knee with his hand. He asked, "Does it hurt when you touch it like this?"
Ye Xiuming: "It hurts, little dad, please blow on me."
Su Ting raised his head with a bit of anger, probably wanting to give Ye Xiuming two blows.
"Since I was little, I've seen other parents blow on their children's wounds, but I've never experienced it myself." Ye Xiuming touched the soft ends of Su Ting's hair, tangling it into a knot in his hand, and said, "Can you fulfill my request?"
Ye Xiuming's image seemed to be constantly being torn apart and reunited, so unfamiliar that Su Ting felt confused - where did Ye Xiuming learn so many ridiculous skills during his time away from home in the past few years?
Never mind, it's not such an excessive request, just bragging.
Su Ting half-knelt gently, first glanced at Ye Xiuming, then fixed his gaze on the red and swollen area on his knee. He pursed his lips slightly and exhaled a thin stream of cool air.
His hair brushed against his brow bone, making it a little itchy, but he didn't care.
Ye Xiuming's Adam's apple rolled up and down for no apparent reason.
I originally thought this guy was pretending to be in pain, but I didn't expect that he was injured so seriously.
Su Ting went to the medicine box and got the ointment to reduce swelling and relieve pain. He applied it in circles around the wound, but found that blood was spreading in the swollen area and bruises were slowly forming.
It made him feel heartbroken.
"Next time..." Su Ting's voice was stuck in his throat, dry and astringent. "Don't be so reckless again. My heart can't take it."
His breathing was unstable and the rhythm of the air was disordered. Su Ting lowered his eyes hurriedly, not daring to look at Ye Xiuming. He applied more ointment on his fingers to cover up the violent trembling of his fingertips.
His wrist was suddenly grabbed by a force, and he looked up in surprise.
Ye Xiuming's eyes were frighteningly dark, churning with things Su Ting had never seen or understood. It was like a torrential rain bearing down on a city, a dark mass filled with the roar of thunder.
Su Ting subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but it was held tighter. He was stared at motionlessly by a pair of passionate eyes, and panic was quietly surging in his heart.
"Little Dad, if Gu Jianqing kidnapped you today—"
He spoke each word slowly, as if this assumption was full of blood.
"I'm going crazy now."
The air seemed to be sucked dry by these words.
Su Ting felt that he couldn't breathe again for a moment, and his cheek twitched slightly. Ye Xiuming's bottomless eyes were fixed on him, giving him time to read what was inside.
But he racked his brains and still couldn't read it.
There was something more primitive in Ye Xiuming's eyes, a kind of violence that could tear apart all calmness.
Why is he like this?
Their relationship as foster father and son came to an end for five years because of that incident. Logically, their relationship should have become even colder, but why couldn't she bear to see him get hurt, and Ye Xiuming couldn't bear to see himself being kidnapped?
What exactly does the truth that Ye Mingxiu first revealed in the chaos, the possessive and aggressive look in his eyes, mean?
No matter what it means, it doesn't count to me.
Su Ting stood up calmly and said in a cold and distant tone: "Such an assumption is impossible."
He had just taken two steps when he turned slightly to the side and said, "I'll be busy during this period and may not be home every day. Take care of yourself."
Seeing the opportunity, Ye Xiuming immediately said, "Little Dad, I just happened to have something to discuss with you. I've run out of start-up capital for my company. Can I go to Feihe... to your place to train for a while?"
Zhou Xubai did tell him about Ye Xiuming's unreliable "business plan". At that time, he just sneered and expressed deep doubt. Now, the funding pool is gone, which just put an end to his unrealistic thoughts.
"Okay, tomorrow we'll have the blast in the western suburbs. Come with me."
"Western Suburbs... Is that the western suburbs where the blue warehouse is?"
"Yes," Su Ting said, "In fact, I can just leave Gu Jianqing there and ignore him."
Ye Xiuming said in disbelief: "Have you really thought about doing this?"
"To be honest, I thought about it." Su Ting smiled, "But due to a coincidence, he saved his life."
Ye Xiuming trembled slightly: "It's because of my collision that you softened your heart."
Su Ting said truthfully: "Yes."
In fact, Su Tingyan was insincere this time. The grudge between him and Gu Jianqing was real, and the deep love they once had was also real. People should have compassion for those they loved.
Ye Xiuming suddenly changed the subject: "Little Dad, why do you have to build a house in the western suburbs? It is said that it is not suitable for living there."
Su Ting said in a dry, hesitant voice, "I don't want to continue this topic. If you want to come tomorrow, you can come. If you don't want to come, don't come. I'm not forcing you."
Before he finished speaking, he disappeared from Ye Xiuming's increasingly hazy vision.
That night, Ye Xiuming couldn't sleep.
He closed his eyes and remembered the touch of Su Ting's fingers when he treated his wound. The residual warmth of Su Ting's fingertips seemed to penetrate into his heart, making him feel confused.
There are also the ends of Su Ting's hair swaying slightly on his forehead.
Look at your focused eyes.
All these made him confused and even distressed, imprisoning him on a small island without sight of light, where he could only curl up slightly and try hard to distinguish the composition of this emotion.
He also failed.
Su Ting was his adoptive father who had saved him from danger, not just any man on the street. Any transgression or reckless behavior would be a violation of this contract. He didn't even want to move his eager body, just blindly immersed in Su Ting's gentle touch.
He has had a strong sense of awe for "boundaries" since he was very young. His parents neglected to manage him and the focus was never on him, but he did not seek or compete. He studied with different teachers every day, diligently improved his qualities, and learned to be a good child.
Therefore, such a "boundary" should never be cut between him and Su Ting.
There's nothing to worry about.
This night was very restless. Ye Xiuming did not sleep well. He rushed to Su Ting's door several times to listen to the movements inside his room.
The distance is so close, but it is like a chasm. This is a fact that makes Ye Xiuming sad.
When Su Ting was upset, he would read until midnight, and this time was no exception. But when he couldn't even figure out what he was upset about, an even more confusing moment arrived.
Su Ting heard the sound of footsteps outside the door.
He has always been sensitive, and the quiet of the night magnified his senses. He stared blankly at the door, wondering if the person standing behind it was... Ye Xiuming.
Su Ting's curiosity outweighed his fear, and he slowly turned the doorknob with cat-like steps.
After hearing a "click", Su Ting and the slightly rat-eyed Ye Xiuming met each other's eyes...
"Little Dad...I...I seem to have a fever again."
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