Chapter 58
Bo Tingyuan was just about to take a shower when the phone on the table vibrated.
It’s Doctor Xu.
Bo Tingyuan quickly glanced at the screen, picked up his phone and walked towards the study, looking up to unbutton his shirt and asked in English: [Doctor Xu? What's the matter? 】
He closed the study door and sat down on the sofa.
Doctor Xu said in a gentle tone: [Mr. Bo, I am here to inquire about the medication. In addition, I think it is necessary to remind you that according to your current medication situation, your body's tolerance level will inevitably increase. 】
Bo Tingyuan raised his thick eyebrows, took off his frameless glasses and placed them on the coffee table, rubbed his eyebrows, and said in the same dull voice as usual: "Yeah."
Such a bland reaction made Dr. Xu's attitude change, and he asked hurriedly, "Did you increase the dosage without permission again?" Mr. Bo? 】
Bo Tingyuan moved his fingers on the armrest: [Doctor Xu, are there any other medicines? 】
On the phone, Dr. Xu gasped.
She didn't care about the patient's special status, and lowered her voice and scolded: "If you increase the dosage or change the medicine, you may develop various functional disorders. I remember I told you this a long time ago. These are all irreversible symptoms! 】
The study was too quiet, and Dr. Xu's voice seemed extremely powerful even though it was just on the phone.
After a few seconds, Bo Tingyuan said slowly: [Well, I will consider your opinion. 】
After a pause, he added, "I'll take a day to go to the hospital." 】
Doctor Xu calmed down and said, "Yes, I have to come." Then you should go to bed early today, good night. 】
【goodbye. 】
Bo Tingyuan politely hung up the phone and looked ahead with his deep green eyes - darkness.
When he came in just now, he relied entirely on the habit and instinct of the past ten years and did not turn on the lights at all.
As the light from the mobile phone screen faded away, Bo Tingyuan was left sitting completely in the pitch-black night.
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bathroom.
The warm water washed over Wen Cishu's snow-white skin, but he felt a little cold all over.
The scene just now kept replaying in his mind.
In the dim room, the light infinitely magnified Bo Tingyuan's back as he took medicine, like a lonely and painful soul wandering under the night sky, looking for instant relief.
Then he remembered what the original book said, "Bo Tingyuan will commit suicide by shooting himself while holding his urn in the tomb he dug himself."
The two scenes create a visual effect like a movie superimposition, constantly interweaving and performing.
Wen Cishu seemed to have turned into the adult Bo Yiming who hurried to the manor. Standing from his perspective, he saw Bo Tingyuan shooting at him.
"No……"
Wen Cishu muttered to himself, pressing the shower switch on the wall hard with his palm, his fingers turning white from the force, as if he was pressing down Bo Tingyuan's hand that was about to pull the trigger.
He wiped the water droplets off his face, pushed open the glass door, pulled up his bathrobe and put it on his shoulders.
No matter what, he had to have a serious talk with Bo Tingyuan about this matter.
He walked out of the bathroom and saw from afar that the screen was pushed open. It must have been opened by Bo Tingyuan on purpose.
The room was bright and warm with the lights on.
Wen Cishu walked in anxiously, his hands clenched tightly in his nightgown pockets.
He was very worried that Bo Tingyuan would be like before and was unwilling to reveal it.
However, Bo Tingyuan was not in the bedroom.
There was some movement in the bathroom.
Wen Cishu slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and waited, but his eyes unconsciously looked towards the table in the distance.
——Is the medicine in the drawer?
His eyes quickly swept across the bathroom door, and a flash of thought appeared in his mind.
However, Wen Cishu suppressed his extreme curiosity and sat upright.
Before getting Bo Tingyuan's explanation, he tried his best not to let his mind run wild.
When the bathroom door made a sound, Wen Cishu, with his nerves tense, looked up suddenly.
As he moved, the bun tied at the back loosened, and the long hair fell down in a winding manner, as if a flower bud was blooming.
Bo Tingyuan, who was wearing a black nightgown, stepped out and looked at his face. His expression was relaxed and calm, and his tone was somewhat happy and relaxed: "What did you buy during the day? Anything for me?"
Wen Cishu had no idea about this until he heard what he said.
But why does it seem like Bo Tingyuan is in a good mood now?
Then how do I start talking?
Wen Cishu was feeling anxious, and it all showed on his face. When the person approached and raised his chin, he vaguely realized that the two of them were so close - and Bo Tingyuan was not wearing glasses.
He looked into the particularly deep green eyes and said softly, "...Yes, I bought you two shirts."
Bo Tingyuan placed his thumb on the side of his face and rubbed it slowly: "One or two?"
The fingertips delicately felt the softness and fineness of the skin, and with a little force, it was as if they were sinking into cream.
Wen Cishu was pulled over by his other hand on the waist, and she unconsciously stepped into his arms step by step.
Maybe it was because he had just taken a shower, the lingering scent of agarwood from the shower gel still carried a strong warmth, making Bo Tingyuan's chest feel like a fireplace in winter.
Maybe it was because he saw him taking medicine tonight that Wen Cishu spoke out the most real words in his heart: "When I saw the style of that shirt in the store, I thought it suited you. But it was white. I thought you always wore black shirts, so I bought two, one black and one white. The black one is for you."
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at his gentle expression. He whispered softly, and then he hugged his slender waist tightly with his arms. He asked in his ear: "How do I deal with the white one?"
Wen Cishu rested his chin on his shoulder, his mind a little confused, and said casually: "I can wear it myself, what else can I do?"
"Where are the clothes? Let me see."
Bo Tingyuan picked up his two long legs and held him up.
Wen Cishu hugged his shoulders, and seeing that he seemed to be in a good mood, he didn't have the heart to interrupt him, and planned to ask him again before going to bed.
After making this decision, he took the initiative to kiss Bo Tingyuan on the ear.
Bo Tingyuan paused and turned his face slightly to find his gaze.
Wen Cishu didn't dare to look him in the eye, but just hugged him tighter and pressed his face against his shoulder.
He shook his slender white legs: "The shirt is in the living room."
But Bo Tingyuan still did not move forward, but instead freed one hand to hold his face.
Wen Cishu's face was lifted up, so he could only look up at him, "What...what happened?"
Bo Tingyuan's eyes, as dark green as a deep pool, stared at his pink lips.
Wen Cishu saw so clearly the sudden desire in his eyes, so sudden and yet so surging.
Even in the midst of desire, there is a certain restrained rationality.
Wen Cishu was confused for a moment, wondering why Bo Tingyuan had such a contradictory look at this moment.
His eyes flickered, and he straightened his back unconsciously, and said, "Still, still looking at you--hmm..."
A passionate kiss came down like a rainstorm, but Wen Cishu didn't feel frightened. Instead, his body felt numb and tingling, which was strangely pleasant.
He wrapped his arms around Bo Tingyuan's neck and shoulders and hugged him tightly, as if he was holding on to the only piece of driftwood on the dangerous sea.
When he was carried and put on the bed, he lay on his back, enduring Bo Tingyuan's wanton and passionate kiss, feeling dizzy.
Amid the heavy breathing, the wet and sticky lips even made a slight "pop" sound when they parted.
Wen Cishu took a deep breath with red ears, unaware of the hand that had been pressing between his back and the mattress.
The passionate wet kiss slowly turned into a gentle peck.
Bo Tingyuan kissed his lips again and again, his hoarse voice was extremely sexy.
"I'll look at the clothes tomorrow."
Wen Cishu was half-conscious as he thought of the medicine, and quickly tightened his hand on his waist, as if he was afraid that he would walk away. "I……"
He pursed his lips nervously, "Thin Tingyuan."
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan kissed the corner of his lips lightly, "I'm listening."
It was obviously a very small movement, but Wen Cishu's chest suddenly felt sour and his heart ached.
He held his handsome face with his palms and pushed it away a little, and asked seriously: "Just now, were you taking medicine?"
Bo Tingyuan's brows frowned and relaxed in an instant, so quickly that it seemed as if he had never made this expression.
His tone was the same as usual. He still pecked and kissed his warm and soft lips, even rubbing his lips against his, and asked back: "Did you see it?"
"Yeah." Wen Cishu still wanted to look into his eyes and speak, so he pushed him up again. "Can you tell me what that medicine is? What is it for?"
His heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his heart almost jumped.
Bo Tingyuan could naturally feel this.
His tone couldn't be more calm, as if he was talking about the daily trivialities of eating and going to work, "Medicine to relieve mental stress."
Wen Cishu heard his tone and knew that he didn't try to hide his intention, so he continued to ask, "What kind of mental pressure?" Is it a family business? Or…I—hmm. ”
Before he could finish, his lips were blocked.
Wen Cishu blinked and pushed him hard: "You can't hide it from me."
Bo Tingyuan stared into his eyes that were as bright as stars, and couldn't help kissing the corners of his lips continuously: "It's just a little separation anxiety, it's not serious, don't worry."
Wen Cishu's eyes widened. Is he suffering from separation anxiety?
He quickly recalled that when he participated in the first episode of the show, Bo Tingyuan couldn't sleep well at night.
So, Bo Tingyuan’s anxiety was caused by being “separated” from himself?
Wen Cishu pushed him away again: "Explain it to me clearly."
He pinched his face angrily and anxiously, just like pinching a little monkey.
"Bo Tingyuan, it's mild, isn't it? You - you can't lie, speak in French."
Bo Tingyuan chuckled in an ambiguous tone, turned his head and kissed his fingertips: [Yes, slight separation anxiety]
Now, Wen Cishu finally felt relieved. He raised his head and took the initiative to kiss the corner of Bo Tingyuan's lips.
He didn't realize that every time he initiated a kiss, Bo Tingyuan's nerve endings would instantly boil to the point of numbness.
Bo Tingyuan was like a red-hot iron being sunk into cold water, making a sizzling sound. He couldn't even tell whether he felt more happiness or pain - but it was such extreme conflicting emotions that made him morbidly obsessed.
Wen Cishu blinked: "Then if we are together every day, it won't count as separation, right? You will get better, right?"
Bo Tingyuan brushed the hair off his cheek, his eyes flowing like water across his eyebrows, nose, and lips. The sharp desire that surged from deep within his body was suppressed by reason in an instant.
He tried his best to look into Wen Cishu's eyes with tenderness, but he could only say insincerely: "Well, it will be fine. 】
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