Chapter 16 Come to the room and give me a massage

That day, he was called to the old house by his father, saying that they had not had dinner together for a long time. After thinking about it, he decided to go back. However, he met his eldest brother, Yan Xiuyuan's father, who was in a bad mood and got drunk. He was always serious and didn't even know when he was sent home.

He had a dream. In his dream he saw the scene of a car accident several years ago. His legs were bloody and painful. The pain was so severe that he regained consciousness but could not open his eyes. The burning pain in his legs was as unforgettable as in the dream.

It was a pain that made the bones, flesh and meridians scream, accompanied by a scalding temperature, like purgatory.

It wasn't until a pair of slender, cold hands touched my muscles that the burning pain subsided a little. The strength of the hands was moderate, and the massage technique was not very good, but it miraculously relieved the pain.

He didn't know how long those hands had been massaging his legs, he only knew that they had been massaging his legs before he fell asleep. That night was the best sleep he had had since he became disabled, but he missed the morning meeting the next day.

He opened his eyes and saw Pei Lang sleeping soundly beside him. It was thanks to the good weather, otherwise it would be too cold to sleep like this at night. He was angry that Pei Lang took the initiative to take care of himself, but the other party had no ill intentions and even gave him a massage, so he was no longer angry.

The only awkward thing was that he had always thought that he could be fine without anyone's care, but after being taken care of by Pei Lang that night, he realized the difference between being cared for and not being cared for.

He realized that he was wrong in his previous self-righteousness, and thought that no matter how hard he tried, he was still a useless thing that needed to be taken care of, or a useless thing that was carried like a princess. He felt awkward and uncomfortable. What was worse was that after that night, his insomnia became more serious, and it seemed that all of this was Pei Lang's fault.

If he hadn't been taken care of that night, his self-proclaimed independence would not have been overturned, and he would have lived in his own cognition without any unbearable consequences. Pei Lang gave him a good night's sleep, but when he suffered from insomnia again like before, he couldn't accept it.

So, after feeling awkward for a few days, she decided to give it a try to see if she could only fall asleep with Pei Lang by her side.

He is a tyrant, and asking someone to sleep with him is a shame and humiliation, so he is cold and threatening, without losing the spirit of a tyrant. No matter how awesome his personality is, he is still a pure old man, so his ears turn red without showing any emotion.

Pei Lang could see his inner thoughts.

The little man on the shoulder reacted even more violently, hiding himself in the quilt and rolling around, too shy to see anyone.

Pei Lang was not that worried because he could see Yan Han's nervousness and shyness. He had acted before and had slept with others before. Since Yan Han asked him to do so, he should just treat it as acting. Besides, he might not be the one to suffer.

After dinner, the two returned to their rooms, Pei Lang lived on the second floor, Yan Han lived on the third floor, one took the stairs, and the other took the elevator. They went their separate ways, unable to believe that they would sleep in the same room in a moment.

Back in the room, Pei Lang posted another song on the platform. There was no music with instruments, but he sang with guitar. Because they were too poor, the instruments were cheap. Fortunately, they were just accompaniment, and Pei Lang's voice was enough to make people ignore the background music.

After that video, those who stayed were those who truly liked to listen to his singing, but now no one in the comment section calls him "little brother" anymore, everyone calls him "uncle" or "uncle".

They spoke in a cheerful tone, some like children, and there was kindness between the lines.

I expect to be treated well by others, so I will treat others well first. The atmosphere of this website is particularly good, and everyone is like a little angel. Pei Lang was in a good mood and started chatting with others in the comment area.

Time passed by, and Pei Lang felt sleepy.

Only then did he remember that he needed to find Yan Han. He went into the bathroom to wash up, then yawned and went upstairs to the third floor, where he knocked on Yan Han's bedroom door.

The bedroom door was not open, but the door to the study next door was open. Yan Han came out solemnly. He glanced at Pei Lang, who was wearing pajamas after washing up, and frowned.

Pei Lang looked down at himself. Am I dressed inappropriately? Besides, if I don't wear pajamas when sleeping, does that mean... I sleep naked?

Yan Han used electronic sensing to open the bedroom door and went in first. Pei Lang stood at the door, hesitating. "Mr. Yan, can I come in directly?"

"It's not like I haven't been here before." Yan Han said.

Pei Lang smiled and stepped in. "Mr. Yan, are you going to take a shower first? Do you want me to step aside for a while, or help you wash?"

"No need!" Yan Han stopped him coldly. Pei Lang didn't know what to do, so he just stood at the door and didn't dare to move. Yan Han took his pajamas to the bathroom. He came out ten minutes later, his suit had been changed, and he put on black pajamas and came out in a wheelchair.

Then he found a book and came to the bed, as if he was going to get on the bed. Pei Lang looked at him with his beautiful eyes, and Yan Han frowned. "Don't look, close your eyes."

"Okay." Pei Lang covered his eyes with his hands. There was a rustling sound beside the bed. Through his fingers, he saw Yan Han press a switch on the wheelchair. The back of the wheelchair was too high and flush with the bed. Yan Han struggled to support his upper body with his hands and dragged his boneless legs to the bed, then restored the wheelchair to its original state.

After determining the position of his upper body, he manually adjusted his legs, took a pillow and placed it on his lower back, picked up the book he had just read, turned to a page and pretended to read it.

Pei Lang closed his eyes because he didn't want to be seen in a savage state on the bed.

He didn't know that Pei Lang had seen all his actions, and Pei Lang felt a little distressed. "Mr. Yan, are you done?!"

"Come here." Yan Han said, and Pei Lang put down his hand and walked over slowly.

"Mr. Yan, we agreed to talk about sleeping together. Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Pei Lang didn't have any wrong thoughts. He wouldn't be so stupid as to think that Yan Han really wanted to sleep with him. This man couldn't do that.

Pei Lang was very understanding, and Yan Han felt better and less awkward. "I married you to cure my legs. I don't know if the superstition is true or not, but your massage skills are good. At least they are of some use to my legs."

That's right! My father forced me to practice martial arts and my legs hurt a lot. I became a doctor after suffering from this disease for a long time.

"Come to my room at night to give me a leg massage. The condition is that I help you deal with Yan Xiuyuan and give you food." From the photo incident, it can be seen that Yan Xiuyuan hates Pei Lang more than before. Pei Lang is isolated and helpless, and only he can help him.

This condition is very good. Pei Lang understood and agreed without thinking. "Mr. Yan has helped me so much. I am willing to help you even without this condition."

"In order to facilitate the massage, sleep in my room for the time being." Yan Han said again. Pei Lang was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"Okay." He slept here for the convenience of massage. Does he need me to massage him in the middle of the night? I won't wake him up in his sleep in the future. Pei Lang looked at Yan Han steadily, his eyes fell on the little man on his shoulder. After hearing Pei Lang's agreement, the little man was in a good mood and sat on the bed to check his legs. Thinking of Yan Han's groaning in pain that night, Pei Lang had no complaints because the two-dimensional little man was so cute.

There was no bed to sleep on in the room, so the only place to sleep was the sofa. There was nothing on the sofa except a few pillows. "Mr. Yan, I'll go back to the room and get the quilt. There's no quilt on the sofa."

Pei Lang had already arranged a place to sleep without Yan Han saying anything, so Yan Han naturally wouldn't let him get on the bed.

He was impressed by the other person's sensibleness.

Pei Lang left only after Yan Han agreed.

I always wanted to hug someone's thigh, but I never thought that one day I would really hug him, although this is two different things. Pei Lang sighed, massaging him every day in the future, I am afraid that his hands will not be easy, but when he thought about his need for Yan Han and the other party's suffering from illness, his heart softened.

Yan Han was reading a book seriously after the quilt was brought in and laid out. Pei Lang did not disturb him and curled up on the wide sofa to browse his phone.

It was eleven o'clock, and he had been feeling sleepy for a long time. When he was about to fall asleep, Yan Han called him. "Come here."

Pei Lang suddenly woke up and walked towards Yan Han's bed in slippers. Yan Han put down the book and looked silent. "My legs hurt. Massage them."

Pei Lang lifted Yan Han's blanket and carefully pulled up his pajamas. His skin was abnormally white, with several scars on it, and looked very scary. Yan Han was actually more nervous than Pei Lang. His eyes were like knives, staring at Pei Lang, trying to catch every reaction from him.

"Does it hurt in your calf?" Not sure where the pain was, Pei Lang asked as he pressed his fingers upwards from the calf inch by inch.

"Yeah." Actually, his legs didn't hurt tonight. He just wanted to have a good sleep, but he couldn't find a more reasonable reason than this. He couldn't tell Pei Lang that he was a man who needed someone to accompany him to fall asleep.

"Mr. Yan, do your legs often hurt?" Pei Lang massaged the scars seriously with his fingertips.

From Yan Han's perspective, what he saw was Pei Lang's handsome face and his gentle yet powerful hands. His expression was focused, without any disgust or pity. This was the reaction Yan Han liked.

His legs didn't have much feeling and he couldn't exert any strength, but at this moment he could clearly feel the strength and touch of Pei Lang's hands. A tingling sensation came from his calves, which was strange and yet made him unable to stop. Yan Han squinted his eyes unconsciously.

Yan Han didn't seem to want to answer his question, so Pei Lang stopped asking.

The room was quiet. Pei Lang massaged Yan Han for a long time without saying a word. He even suspected that he was asleep. When he raised his head, he happened to meet Yan Han's eyes. These eyes did not have the sharpness and coldness of the day. Pei Lang's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"Mr. Yan didn't fall asleep." Pei Lang smiled to hide his embarrassment.

"Are you sleepy?" Pei Lang had been massaging for more than half an hour, and he had no complaints or dissatisfaction. Yan Han was not an inhuman person. It was almost twelve o'clock, and it was time to go to bed.

"It's okay, my hands are just a little sore." Pei Lang took the opportunity to rub his hands. When he wanted to continue massaging, Yan Han spoke.

"Go to bed."

"Oh. Good night, Mr. Yan." Pei Lang got out of bed, snuggled into the sofa, and fell asleep.

Yan Han took off the pillow behind him and lay down flat. For convenience, all the equipment in the room was at the head of the bed. With a press of a button, the whole room fell into darkness. The only difference from the past was that there was one more person in the room, and the bed still had the scent of Pei Lang's shower gel.

Yan Han had been suffering from insomnia for several days. He turned off the lights, felt relaxed both physically and mentally, and fell asleep in a short while.