Chapter 66 Thinking of something made me blush
Lin Yao raised his hand to cover his flushed face.
His back was pressed against the cold wall, unable to move.
They're clearly the same, so why do they feel so different? Maybe it's because he's had more real gun training, and his fingertips have calluses from gunfire, which is quite grueling.
"Your face is so red." Xie Xingchen's gaze swept over his trembling eyelashes. "It was like this last time in the quarantine area, don't you remember?"
Fragmented images flashed through his mind. Lin Yao gritted his teeth and managed to say, "I forgot."
Xie Xingchen stirred up all of the other person's emotions, his mood was excessively good: "You have a memory that can remember the knowledge points even if you fall asleep in physiology class. I don't really believe that you can forget so easily."
Lin Yao was about to retort when he heard him say in a low voice, "It's okay if you forget."
………
………
He could feel Xie Xingchen's breath hovering over the back of his neck, and he was very nervous, afraid that Xie Xingchen would mark him one last time, so he was on edge.
But no, not at all.
The destined bond between Omega and Alpha is one of mutual attraction, and Xie Xingchen's torment is no less than yours, yet he endures it all.
Lin Yao's eyes narrowed upwards, and his heart pounded.
Not knowing what to say, it took him a long time to finally manage to stammer out, "You...you're very skilled."
Xie Xingchen didn't expect such a comment. He lowered his head and washed his hands, saying casually, "Of course I'm skilled from frequent practice."
Even after all this time, Lin Yao still couldn't get used to his bluntness.
"Are you feeling better?" Xie Xingchen's gaze drifted lightly over to you. "I should have timed you so you could have a sense of what's good for you, otherwise you'll just start saying others are no good."
Lin Yao: "......"
What does it mean when a boomerang ultimately pierces oneself?
Forget it, I won't argue with him. At least Xie Xingchen's arrival made the stress response less unbearable.
The air was still filled with the scent of fir and agave. He swallowed hard, feeling a sense of comfort, like lying in the sun. "Thank you."
"You're being so polite, it feels like you're about to throw five hundred yuan at me." Xie Xingchen paused, then asked seriously, "Am I worth five hundred?"
It took Lin Yao several seconds to react before he finally uttered the insult: "Get lost."
He reached for a towel, hastily dried himself off, and put his hospital gown back on. Just as he was about to leave, Xie Xingchen grabbed his collar and pulled him back.
"Your hair is very wet, dry it before lying down."
The hair dryer was plugged in and buzzed. Lin Yao felt his strong fingers moving through his hair, which felt numb and itchy. And this hand had just been doing something else.
He clearly hates it when people touch his hair.
I shouldn't have agreed to let him touch me without restriction in the first place.
"Your mouth has tightened and opened three times already. Are you trying to yell at me?" Xie Xingchen looked at him in the mirror and caught that little movement perfectly.
Lin Yao remained expressionless, his entire body stiffening as his fingers touched the top of his head: "Why would I scold you? You helped me with that, and even helped me blow-dry my hair. I'm not that heartless."
"Which one should I help you with?" Xie Xingchen asked in return.
Lin Yao found it difficult to speak.
I could tell. That bastard thinks he has something on me, so he's being particularly rude today.
His hair had become fluffy. Lin Yao reached for the hairdryer, unplugged it, and placed it gently to the side. He then turned around and kicked Xie Xingchen, finally venting his anger.
"Don't think that just because you helped me, you can't retaliate." Lin Yao said with a tense expression, trying to rationalize the matter. "Anyway, I helped you last time, so we're even."
I wasn't actually sleepy; in fact, I was quite energetic, but it was still very embarrassing.
Although it was said a long time ago that they were both sick and had a relationship of mutual help, it still feels very strange to actually do it this way.
A tingling, trembling sensation still lingers on my back.
Lin Yao lay down in bed, staring at the person standing on the other side of the ward, and said in a low voice, "You don't need to stay with me tonight, you can go back."
"So, you had He Li call me over just to use me as a tool?" Xie Xingchen took out the military and political book from the bag next to him. "I thought you were really going to study with me, so I brought two books."
Lin Yao blinked slowly.
For a moment, it was unclear whether he was serious or sarcastic.
"Can you sleep?" Xie Xingchen asked, thinking for a long time, feeling that this was the perfect way for a top student like him to pass the time.
Lin Yao shook his head and shoved the textbook into his hand. It was an underlined version, which even someone as studious as him found absurd.
Are there really people who read books after doing *that* kind of thing during a special period? Yes.
He suspected that Xie Xingchen was using this perverse method to suppress the desires that his pheromones aroused but which he couldn't resolve.
The room was dimly lit, and the two people, one sitting and one lying down, each held a book, looked eerie, extremely eerie.
Lin Yao's attention wasn't on the key points of the line he was drawing; his peripheral vision fell on Lin Yao's large, tanned hand, his palm broad, his fingers casually dangling the pen he was using to draw the line.
This hand, just now used to help him...
Lin Yao pressed the book against his face; he could no longer look Xie Xingchen's hands in the eye.
"You should go back, I'm really sleepy." The muffled voice came from under the book, which had the effect of helping one fall asleep while reading.
Xie Xingchen reached out and poked his forehead with his fingertips: "If you're really sleepy, go to sleep."
Lin Yao felt his fingertips brush against his skin, and his back stiffened. He secretly decided to keep his distance from Xie Xingchen for the next two days.
The main thing is to keep your distance from his hand.
Otherwise, inappropriate images will keep popping into my head, which is really annoying.
After three grueling days in the hospital, Lin Yao couldn't take it anymore and discharged himself. When he returned to the camp, Hall and a group of people were having breakfast.
"Why are you being discharged from the hospital so soon? How are you feeling?" Dean Huo felt very guilty about Lin Yao's injury. He had only brought a group of freshmen out to broaden their horizons, but this mishap happened. General Pei was also very concerned, so he really had a hard time explaining it to them.
Lin Yao shook his head and sat down on the far side: "It's nothing, it was just a minor injury."
He Li handed over the freshly peeled egg and then inserted a straw into the unopened soy milk: "Here, have some to replenish your energy."
Lin Yao took a couple of sips of his drink before realizing that someone was missing.
Xie Xingchen hasn't been seen for several days, and I don't know what he's been busy with.
"Lin Yao has been discharged from the hospital, so we'll prepare to head back this afternoon," Hall said. "Everyone performed exceptionally well this time, so each of you will receive five extra credits when you get back."
He paused, then looked at the beaming Li Mao: "You even it out, no additions or subtractions. Duan Zheng, because of repeatedly swearing, loses ten points."
Duan Zheng: "......c......super good."
Lin Yao suppressed a laugh when he saw a hand descend from directly in front of him. It was a familiar wheat-colored hand with long, slender knuckles, holding the breakfast he had just finished drinking.
This hand, the hand that keeps replaying in my mind.
When you bend, stretch, or apply force, the veins in your arm will bulge out.
Lin Yao's back stiffened. Three days had passed, yet he still reacted strongly to seeing this hand. Sure enough, novices couldn't withstand this kind of torment; it was simply unbearable.
"This has no nutritional value, let's get something else," Xie Xingchen said, moving the bowl aside to replace it with bird's nest.
He Li, now much bolder, angrily pushed him aside and defended her soy milk: "How can it not be nutritious? It's freshly ground from soybeans, and I'm giving it to Yao-ge so he can drink it."
His movements were somewhat forceful, and some of his fluids spilled onto Xie Xingchen's hands.
Cheng Boyan closed his eyes.
"Sorry, let me get you some tissues." He Li said with annoyance, "It's all your fault, you even had to fight with me for a soy milk."
Lin Yao raised his eyes.
He quickly turned his head away.
........Depend on.
It just never ends.
Xie Xingchen took the wet wipe and slowly wiped the marks off his hands.
"Lin, what are you thinking about that makes you blush?"
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