Chapter 19 You really want me to leave?
Are you feeling better?
Watching Su Yueming swallow the pill, Wang Yan finally had time to raise his hand and wipe away the sweat that had flowed down his face from running.
Su Yueming smirked, "Even if it's a miracle cure, it still takes time for it to take effect."
Wang Yan was amused by his own eagerness.
It really proves the saying that worry can make people lose their minds.
But Su Yueming couldn't laugh. In a deep voice, he asked Wang Yan, "Do you really want me to leave?"
Wang Yan frowned slightly at his words.
hope?
Using this word in Su Yueming's current situation sounds strange no matter how you look at it.
"Wouldn't it be better to leave?" Wang Yan asked, his eyelashes lowered, glancing around as he spoke. "Do you want to be locked up here forever?"
"Whether I leave or not is up to you, isn't it?" Su Yueming's tone subtly revealed his dissatisfaction.
Wang Yan keenly sensed the emotion in his words.
He frowned in confusion, genuinely unaware of what he had done to offend Su Yueming.
Since he couldn't figure out what was on his mind, Wang Yan decided to ask, "What's wrong?"
Su Yueming didn't mince words, "How many days have you imprisoned me today?"
"The sixth day."
"Didn't you say you'd let me leave in seven days? But today is only the sixth day!" Su Yueming emphasized through gritted teeth, "You broke your promise."
"ah?"
Wang Yan was truly stunned by Su Yueming's remarks.
This is the first time I've seen someone released from captivity early, and the captivity didn't want to leave.
Wang Yan opened his mouth as if to explain, but found himself at a loss for words.
Su Yueming continued, "I hate people who don't keep their word!"
The word "disgusting" struck a nerve with Wang Yan.
Many people dislike Wang Yan, but Wang Yan doesn't want Su Yueming to be among them.
Without even thinking, Wang Yan blurted out, "Don't... hate me."
Dark clouds loomed over the city, and the wind howled outside the window, as if suppressing a sob.
The room was dark, and darkness gradually encroached upon Wang Yan.
"I don't hate you," Su Yueming said softly and solemnly.
Wang Yan felt an instant sense of relief, and light seemed to shine back on him.
"My stomach hurts so much."
When Su Yueming brought up the matter again, his face contorted with pain.
"What should we do then?" Wang Yan panicked again. "How about... taking some more medicine?"
Su Yueming's lips twitched; this was practically shooting himself in the foot.
“No need for that trouble.” Su Yueming said logically, “I’ve heard people say that stomach aches can actually be relieved by rubbing them.”
"Give it a massage?"
This was the first time Wang Yan had heard of it.
“Yes, and it’s best if someone else massages it for you; it will relieve the stomach pain better.” Su Yueming’s tone revealed anticipation. “So, can you massage it for me?”
Wang Yan stood by the bed, almost frozen in place by Su Yueming's words.
“I think…” Wang Yan’s voice trailed off and softened, “we should trust science and trust medicine.”
These words reached Su Yueming's ears, and his chest, which had been heaving with excitement, instantly slowed down.
However, the word "give up" simply doesn't exist in Su Yueming's dictionary.
The next second he cried out, "Ouch, my stomach hurts so much."
The hissing sound from his mouth continued, and his hands kept clutching his stomach, as if he was enduring immense pain.
Seeing Su Yueming in this state, Wang Yan felt like he was about to go numb.
I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and thought, "Fine, I'll try anything, even if it's a dead end."
"How about I rub it for you?"
"good."
Su Yueming spoke without the slightest hesitation.
Wang Yan was somewhat doubtful whether he had heard clearly, since gently rubbing the stomach seemed like an ambiguous act.
Su Yueming didn't give Wang Yan a chance to back out. He grabbed the hem of his shirt with both hands and slowly lifted it up, revealing his firm abdomen and alluring abs.
Wang Yan frantically avoided eye contact, his Adam's apple bobbing unnaturally.
"I……"
"What's wrong?" Su Yueming kept urging, "Let's start quickly, I can't stand the pain anymore."
"Alright."
Wang Yan closed his eyes and sat down on the large bed in resignation.
He stretched out his fingers and slowly placed his palm on Su Yueming's smooth, warm chest.
The room fell silent suddenly, the air seemed to freeze in mid-air, and only the sound of each other breathing could be heard.
Wang Yan gently massaged Su Yueming's stomach clockwise with his fingers, his palms growing hotter and hotter, and he felt like he was about to burst into flames himself.
Are you feeling better?
Wang Yan felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, his heart pounding so hard it was deafening.
"No," Su Yueming answered crisply, a smirk playing on his lips. "Because your method is wrong."
"What?"
Wang Yan was somewhat taken aback.
The next second, Su Yueming's fingers covered the back of Wang Yan's hand.
Beneath his palm was his burning skin, and on the back of his hand were his warm fingers. Wang Yan subconsciously wanted to pull his fingers away, but Su Yueming did not give him the chance, keeping his fingers held tightly in his arms.
"You should massage it like this."
Su Yueming, as if unaware of his attempt to pull away, held his fingers and taught him how to gently massage his stomach.
"I...I've learned it."
Wang Yan started stuttering unconsciously, and his ears felt like they were on fire.
"Okay, then you do it yourself."
Su Yueming slowly released Wang Yan's fingers.
The wind howled outside the window, and the raindrops finally began to fall.
The raindrops pattered against the windowpane, but the two people inside the room were completely unaware.
Their heartbeats were like drums, but unfortunately, neither of them could hear the other.
"I can't leave today."
Su Yueming suddenly spoke.
"Um."
Wang Yan nodded.
Su Yueming had a stomachache that lasted until evening.
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