The insulator's childhood sweetheart is Dr. Jiang
Gu Yansheng took the cold bottle cap, and when his fingertips touched Jiang Lin's dry and warm skin, a subtle but clear electric-like shudder instantly ran through his body.
His sensitive skin screamed in pain, the craving for comfort suddenly magnified by the unexpected contact, yet his intense pride stifled it. He frantically withdrew his hand, shoving the pill into his mouth and swallowing dryly. The burning pain in his throat made him frown.
The drug wasn't working quickly, and the stabbing, burning pain beneath his skin and the dry, choking sensation in his throat only grew more intense. The roar of the storm outside the window was like a background soundtrack, amplifying his inner panic. He curled up, trying to ward off the pervasive, sharp discomfort.
At this moment, the mattress sank slightly. Jiang Lin sat down on the edge of the bed silently.
Gu Yansheng's body tensed up instantly, like a frightened hedgehog. He didn't have time to react in any way—either to resist or to escape.
A strong arm wrapped around his waist and back, and the other hand passed through his knees. Before he knew it, Jiang Lin had already lifted him up, almost like a child, and then placed him firmly on his sturdy thigh.
This posture is too intimate! Gu Yansheng's head buzzed. The residual alcohol and the surging illness slowed his reaction, but his body's instincts had already begun to struggle fiercely before his consciousness.
"Let go... I can do it myself... " His voice was hoarse and broken, and he put his hands on Jiang Lin's broad chest, trying to push away the greedy yet irresistible heat.
The instinct in the body that longs for touch is screaming wildly, and the highly sensitive skin is like a thirsty desert longing for rain, every inch of it is longing for the comfort that can bring miraculous effects.
However, the teasing looks and speculations at the wedding that day, and Jiang Lin's disgust towards the two close men in the underground parking lot, were like shackles that held him tightly, making it impossible for him to accept this "treatment" from Jiang Lin.
The struggle exacerbated his breathing difficulties. His already rapid and labored breathing became even more fragmented, and every breath he took was accompanied by a painful tugging deep in his chest. His vision went black for a while, and the feeling of lack of oxygen surged over him like an icy tide.
"Don't move." Jiang Lin's voice sounded close to his ear, low and steady, with a sense of command that could not be questioned, but strangely, there was a hint of imperceptible tenderness that was almost like a sigh compared to before.
He tightened his arms, holding the struggling Gu Yansheng more securely in his arms, as if he was comforting a frightened young animal.
Then, Gu Yansheng felt the large hand that had been wrapped around his back begin to gently stroke his spine in a very regular, soothing rhythm. The warmth of the palm penetrated the thin fabric of his pajamas and pressed precisely against his sensitive skin.
"Uh..." A suppressed moan instantly escaped from Gu Yansheng's clenched teeth. The feeling brought by the caress was too complicated. It was the relief of the stinging pain, the trembling of longing to be satisfied, and even more the panic of betrayal of his own will.
His body stiffened for a moment, and then, torn between the brief comfort brought by the soothing and the intense conflict in his heart, he began to struggle even more violently, like a fish caught in a net, twisting in vain.
"Breathe, breathe." Jiang Lin's voice was as calm as water, yet it carried a power that pierced through chaos. He continued his magical back rub, calmly observing the pale face, rapidly rising and falling chest, and blue lips of the person in his arms.
Dr. Jiang's professional judgment instantly overwhelmed all emotions.
His free hand reached out without hesitation to the first aid kit spread out on the table next to him.
While struggling, Gu Yansheng saw Jiang Lin's actions - he accurately picked up a small syringe and an ampoule filled with transparent liquid.
Adrenaline! He recognized it!
Fear instantly gripped him, not fear of the needle, but fear of this posture, fear of completely exposing himself in front of this person to the point of needing emergency treatment. He struggled even harder, a whimpering sound of resistance coming from his throat.
Jiang Lin's movements remained uninterrupted. With one hand, he expertly cracked open the ampoule, extracted the liquid with a syringe, and expelled all the air. The entire process was quick and steady, with the calmness that only a doctor possesses.
Then, he lowered his head slightly, and his warm breath brushed against Gu Yansheng's cold earlobe. His voice was very low, with a strange, hypnotic and soothing power, "Relax, it will be fine soon. Trust me."
The words "Trust me" were like a key, briefly prying open Gu Yansheng's tense defenses. In that split second of delay, Jiang Lin had already quickly wiped the skin on his arm with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol.
"Hiss!" The cold alcohol touched the hot and sensitive skin, and the suddenly amplified stimulation made Gu Yansheng gasp for air. His body trembled violently, and he involuntarily shrank into Jiang Lin's arms, as if that was the only harbor where he could escape the pain.
In the blink of an eye, the needle tip pierced the skin!
The sharp stinging sensation mixed with the cool and swollen feeling from the drug injection instantly shattered all of Gu Yansheng's rationality and restraint!
"Ah!" A short, painful whimper burst out. Driven by extreme confusion and instinct, he suddenly turned his head and opened his mouth to bite Jiang Lin's neck!
The teeth penetrated the thin skin and sank into the warm, solid muscle. The rusty smell of blood instantly filled the mouth.
Jiang Lin's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, but his hand holding the syringe was as steady as a rock, accurately pushing the liquid in at a constant speed. He didn't push Gu Yansheng away, nor did he even make a sound of pain.
However, the hand that was originally stroking Gu Yansheng's back rhythmically paused for a moment, and then pressed him towards himself even harder, as if while enduring the pain, it was also silently accepting all of the other person's pain and loss of control.
In the small space, the only sounds were the roar of the heavy rain outside the window, Gu Yansheng's suppressed breathing, the slight sound of the syringe pushing medicine, and the almost burning, bloody, and extremely ambiguous biting and hugging.
After the injection, Jiang Lin deftly pulled out the needle and pressed the needle hole with a cotton ball. Throughout the process, he let Gu Yansheng bite, his broad chest embracing the other's body, which was shaking violently from pain and lack of oxygen.
The effect of the medicine began to take effect. The violent panting and suffocation slowly subsided, and the sharp burning pain on the skin slowly receded like the tide, leaving behind a feeling of exhaustion and... an indescribable confusion after being forcibly comforted.
Gu Yansheng's teeth loosened, the smell of blood still lingering between his lips and teeth. He leaned blankly against Jiang Lin's neck, feeling his steady, strong heartbeat pounding against his eardrums through the thin fabric of his clothes.
The bite just now was like a dream out of control. The teeth marks left were clearly imprinted on Jiang Lin's wheat-colored skin, oozing with tiny beads of blood, indicating the intensity and intimacy just now.
Jiang Lin didn't speak immediately. He maintained his embrace, one hand firmly pressing the cotton ball on Gu Yansheng's arm, while the other hand quietly changed its position.
The hand that once regularly caressed his back now gently rested on the back of Gu Yansheng's neck, with a tenderness that was familiar to the bones. The fingertips, lightly calloused, kneaded the taut flesh with moderate force and slowly.
That was the place where Gu Yansheng had longed to be comforted the most since he first fell ill as a child. It was the switch that could instantly relax his tense nerves.
Sure enough, almost instinctively, Gu Yansheng's stiff body softened completely under the familiar force, as if all the bones were pulled out, and he buried himself deeper in Jiang Lin's arms.
An inaudible sigh, filled with endless fatigue and dependence, dissipated in the gap between the two people who were tightly pressed together.
Outside the window, thunder roared and heavy rain poured down, but the room was plunged into a strange silence filled with the smell of blood, medicine, and a silent, ambiguous silence.
Jiang Lin's chin gently rested against Gu Yansheng's sweaty forehead. His deep eyes lowered as he looked at the pale profile of the person in his arms and the clear teeth marks left on his neck. His gaze was dim and unclear.
The deep-rooted desire to protect that has existed since childhood and the strange throbbing brought about by the fragile dependence of the person in his arms at this moment, silently intertwined and pulled each other in the stormy night.
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