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Kong Lingyu doesn't like pain, but he is attached to the hard-earned tenderness and is willing to endure the pain of being torn apart.
The cloth stuck with flesh and blood was carefully cut open, accompanied by tearing pain. Fang Huai helped him treat the wound skillfully, and he looked at Fang Huai quietly.
During the disinfection, he didn't say a word, for fear of disturbing Fang Huai.
However, when wrapping the bandage, Fang Huai's fingers accidentally brushed against the skin, causing tremors.
Fang Huai lowered his eyes, his expression serious. His brown pupils were filled with him, which gave Kong Lingyu great satisfaction. He stared at the small mole at the corner of Fang Huai's eye, his fingers itching. He had traced that mole thousands of times in photos, but nothing could compare to the moment he saw it up close.
Very beautiful Mai Mai. Kong Lingyu's ears turned red, he turned his face away and looked elsewhere, but after a while, his eyes fell on the person he liked.
Kong Lingyu's eyes grew darker as he looked at Fang Huai. The veins on his hands hanging down from his legs bulged as he gripped the chair handles tightly, his fingertips turning white. Meeting Fang Huai's gaze, he smiled, "Maimai, do you remember what I said to you last time?"
"We are not friends anymore. I am your pursuer."
Fang Huai raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his hands moving non-stop, "Well, you are just my patient."
After tying the last bandage into a beautiful knot, Fang Huai stood up and wrote something on the paper, "Take this to get some medicine."
Kong Lingyu smiled. He raised his hand and grabbed a corner of the paper, his eyes fixed on Fang Huai's fair, slender neck. He could see Fang Huai was uncomfortable, but a sinister thought suddenly emerged, and he couldn't help but want to bully Fang Huai.
But reason told him: No, not now.
He will be scared.
Fang Huai's long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face. His eyes were cold and clear, and there was a hint of discomfort in them.
"Pa!" Fang Huai slapped the prescription on the table, and Kong Lingyu smiled and let go.
Kong Lingyu apologized: "I'm sorry."
Fang Huai looked at him in surprise. Kong Lingyu continued, "I was really careless this time. I encountered something and accidentally ripped the bandage apart. I won't do that again."
"Yeah." Fang Huai didn't know how to answer. He also realized that he had been too impulsive just now. Now he felt particularly uncomfortable. He said stiffly: "If you have nothing to do, then leave."
Kong Lingyu suddenly leaned forward, his narrow eyes curled up in pleasure, "You still feel soft-hearted towards me, does that mean: you don't hate me?"
Fang Huai was shocked after hearing what Kong Lingyu said.
"Maimai, you are feeling sorry for me. I am very happy. I want you to feel sorry for me." Kong Lingyu's words were bold and sincere. Fang Huai frowned.
She refused coldly: "I have a boyfriend, Kong Lingyu, you are just my patient."
After being rejected, Kong Lingyu lowered his eyes, then smiled indifferently and said, "I know."
Changing the subject, "I know you don't like me now, but who can say for sure in the future?"
"What if..." Kong Lingyu paused and continued, "You broke up with that guy, so let me take your boyfriend's seat."
"What are you talking about!" Fang Huai pointed at the door unhappily: "Now, get out."
"Cough, cough, cough." Kong Lingyu suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently. Fang Huai's first reaction was to go check. Just as he was about to go forward, Kong Lingyu raised his head and looked at him with a smile: "Fang Huai, if you want to reject me, you shouldn't be soft-hearted towards me. Don't pity me, otherwise I will climb up the pole."
Fang Huai knew that this guy was teasing him, and his face turned completely cold. He felt powerless, as if his fist was hitting cotton.
Unable to drive him away or convince him, he turned his back to Kong Lingyu in frustration and stopped talking.
Like me? Fang Huai thought to himself: What is there to like? Who shouldn’t like me?
Fang Huai lowered his eyelids to hide the emotion in his eyes and said seriously: "Kong Lingyu, please find someone else to like."
The smile on Kong Lingyu's face froze, but he quickly concealed his emotions. He looked at Fang Huai and stood up without any warning. Fang Huai stepped back vigilantly.
The two were only one step away from each other. Kong Lingyu's eyes fell on Fang Huai's clenched hands. His handsome fingers were tightly clenched, with slightly raised knuckles. His hands were white and reflective, with a faint pink on the joints. Kong Lingyu's eyes suddenly became a little darker.
He stretched out his hand, then lowered it, his broad palm measuring the probability of holding those hands.
"Only you."
"What?" Kong Lingyu's voice was too soft, and Fang Huai habitually turned his head to listen.
As Kong Lingyu approached, Fang Huai could smell the floral perfume and ointment on him. Sweet and bitter, the perfume smelled familiar—it was Sophora japonica flowers.
Kong Lingyu gently loosened the clenched fist, and his warm and rough palm rubbed the back of the hand. Finally, Kong Lingyu's index finger inadvertently hooked Fang Huai's little finger and shook it gently.
He was repeating: "Only like you, Mai Mai."
"Only you."
He picked up the prescription on the table, shook it at Fang Huai and said, "Maimai's hands are really beautiful. I like you so much."
Fang Huai came to his senses and quickly pulled his hand back. The itch on the back of his hand had not yet faded away and was climbing up his arm along the back of his hand.
"I'll come see you next time." Kong Lingyu heard some noise outside the corridor and cast a coquettish glance at Fang Huai. "Goodbye, Doctor Fang. Thank you for today."
"Mr. Kong?"
Kong Lingyu's voice and Dr. Cheng's voice sounded at the same time. Kong Lingyu proudly showed off the prescription in his hand and left in a happy mood.
Cheng Yuan, who stayed where he was, scratched his head and muttered, "What's so fun about a prescription?"
Thinking of the important matter, he knocked on the door and went straight into Fang Huai's office: "Doctor Fang, I have something to do tomorrow morning. Can you come with me..."
A thin piece of paper fluttered in the wind in front of the car window. A broad hand grabbed one corner of it and pressed the signature with the fingertips. The sound of the wind blowing the paper echoed in the empty car.
The driver drove quietly, and the assistant sat in the passenger seat holding a computer with a confused look on his face.
He secretly glanced back at his boss who was not doing his job, then quickly looked away.
But when he thought of Manager Tan's text message bombardment and death stare, he made up his mind and glanced at Kong Lingyu in the back row again.
Unexpectedly, the assistant met the boss's playful gaze. Hugging the computer, he swallowed nervously and uttered a few words with difficulty: "Boss... Manager Tan, I want you to reply to the message."
Kong Lingyu lowered his eyes, folded the prescription carefully and put it away, then picked up the mobile phone beside him.
As soon as he opened it, countless messages popped out and he hissed.
"Hmm, what did he say?" Kong Lingyu rubbed his temples and asked his assistant.
"That guy's causing trouble again." The assistant said, "Manager Tan is waiting for you at the company now."
"He asked you to convey a message: If you don't come back, he will come here in person."
Kong Lingyu looked through the messages on his phone, "Tsk."
Not only was there a bombardment of messages from Tan Cheng, but there were also text messages from that old man He Jiangyun. Nine out of ten messages were insulting, and the last one was asking for money.
Kong Lingyu tilted his head and looked at He Jiangyun's text message, and suddenly laughed out loud. Because of the movement, the wound was torn again, and the white gauze oozed blood again. He quickly sat up and raised his hand.
The assistant looked back at him suspiciously. He pretended to be calm and cleared his throat. "Got it. Let's go back to the office."
He gently pressed his bleeding arm, his mind full of Fang Huai's anxious look, and the dark and strong desire for destruction in his heart dissipated a lot.
Fang Huai's eyes were clear and bright, and in front of him, all his dark thoughts disappeared without a trace. He wanted to grab the light and hold it tightly in his arms, but he was afraid that if he was too rough, he would scare him.
He wanted to go slower, slower, but the plundering desire in his bones urged him to advance and test, closer, closer.
He couldn't lie to Fang Huai. He glanced at his bleeding arm and thought to himself: There won't be a next time.
The sticky blood on his fingertips reminded him of Fang Huai's beautiful hands, the pale pink fingertips stained with his blood, bright and astringent. Fang Huai's hands were smooth and delicate, with slender fingers. Beneath the white skin, the joints were not obvious, and the joints were faintly pink. The neatly trimmed nails were like shells, plump and beautiful.
Faint blue veins are hidden under the thin skin, and the blue, white and pink are just right.
Stained with crimson blood, it inexplicably had a bit more of a sexy aura. Just a light rub was enough to make Kong Lingyu like a young boy, obsessed and greedy, his eyes always following the fingertips.
Fang Huai doesn't belong to anyone, but he wants to belong to Fang Huai.
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