Chapter 32
Hugging is the softest and most subtle way to express love.
Hugging is the softest and most subtle way to express love.
In just a few hours, Josh was still getting used to the change in their relationship. They had already kissed twice, but when Chen Zhiyu suggested a hug, she was taken aback.
Seeing Josh's slightly confused expression, Chen Zhiyu didn't care about anything else, grabbed her, wrapped one arm around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Josh."
There's nothing more to it, just a name, and it even has a slightly coquettish tone.
Chen Zhiyu held her waist and didn't let go.
Josh remained motionless at first.
His palms were warm, pressing tightly against her waist through the thin fabric of her clothes. Josh felt like an ice cube being held in his hands, and this warmth melted her away, slowly flowing into her heart.
Not long after, she finally responded, opening her arms and wrapping them around Chen Zhiyu's shoulders.
Teenagers at this age change very quickly; a few months is enough for him to grow. The two of them had been working away from home for the past two months and hadn't seen each other much. Chen Zhiyu's posture was upright, his shoulders had become broader and stronger, and his muscles were just right.
Josh wrapped his arms around him, and a sense of dependence inexplicably arose within him.
Neither Josh nor Chen Zhiyu are good at sweet talk; perhaps that hug at that moment could express everything.
A silent hug is worth more than a thousand words.
While waiting for his takeout to arrive, Chen Zhiyu decided to take a shower during this free time.
But Josh felt it was unnecessary. Chen Zhiyu spends all day in an air-conditioned room and doesn't even sweat. It's fine if he doesn't wash for a day or two. "Besides," Josh said, "you're injured. What if your wound gets infected?"
One concern was that he might accidentally get bathwater on the wound, and the other was that the stitches might come undone.
Just in case, Josh felt it was best to stay put if possible.
"I don't mind that you're not good enough."
At that moment, Chen Zhiyu had already stepped one foot across the bathroom doorway. Hearing this, he turned around, looked at her speechlessly, and said, "I despise myself."
Josh pouted and waved his hand helplessly, "Go ahead." Then he casually added, "Need any help?"
This sentence didn't mean anything by itself; it was just that seeing a disabled person with one arm in a sling, I was worried that he wouldn't be able to do it.
After saying that, Josh realized he was a little embarrassed.
But once the words are spoken, it's too late to take them back.
To everyone's surprise, Chen Zhiyu stood still at the door after hearing this, and shamelessly replied, "Okay, then thank you."
"......"
Chen Zhiyu had a more complicated time taking a bath. To prevent infection of the wound, he couldn't take a full bath and could only wipe his body down.
However, you should wash your hair first.
Fortunately, the bathroom was fully equipped, though it was unclear whether the supplies came from the ward itself or were prepared in advance by Liu Weifeng.
Chen Zhiyu lay obediently on the bed, the back of his head dangling over the edge of the bed. His hair was short and neat, making it easier to wash. Qiao Xi brought over a basin of steaming hot water and placed it on a low stool next to the bed.
The water was at a comfortable temperature. Chen Zhiyu lay on his back, his hair covered in water droplets, feeling the warm water gradually engulfing his hair.
Josh gently stroked the delicate scalp, his fingertips moving lightly as he massaged it.
Every movement triggered a nerve throbbing in his brain, accelerating blood circulation and rushing towards his lower abdomen. Chen Zhiyu shifted his legs uncomfortably and sighed softly, "Qiao Xi, hurry up and wash."
"They've got a lot of demands." Josh muttered unhappily, completely unaware of what was going on, but still obediently sped up his work.
Chen Zhiyu was unable to explain. His hair was short, so it was washed quickly. After changing the water several times, Qiao Xi confirmed that it was clean, wrapped his hair in a towel until it stopped dripping, and gently patted his shoulder to indicate, "All done."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhiyu sprang up like a spring suddenly released, jumped off the bed, and, under Qiao Xi's bewildered gaze, haphazardly wiped his wet hair with his right hand before striding quickly into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, a basin filled with hot water was stuck in the sink next to the mirror, with a layer of mist swirling around the mirror surface. The mist spread out radially from the bottom.
The bathroom door was opened a crack, and a gust of cold air blew in from outside, scattering the milky white water vapor. The vapor condensed and dispersed in wisps, then condensed again and drifted out.
Although it was summer and the weather was hot, Josh still made a point of mixing hot and cold water to make sure the temperature was just right before rinsing the dry towel in his hands into the basin.
The cotton towel was quickly soaked in warm water. Josh wrung it out and made sure it wasn't dripping before preparing to apply it to Chen Zhiyu.
When Josh turned around, she was taken aback. She didn't know when, but Chen Zhiyu had taken off his outer shirt and was sitting quietly on the stool in front of her, wearing only his pants and with the towel he used to dry his hair on his head.
Chen Zhiyu's back was fair, several shades lighter than his bare arms, so fair it was dazzling under the light, and a red mark could be clearly seen running across his left shoulder blade.
Josh used all his strength in that slap. Several hours later, his palm was still numb and tingling. The faint mark was like a few red threads, particularly glaring against his fair skin.
Josh carefully dodged the thread, only lightly touching it before preparing to wipe other areas.
From one shoulder to the other.
Next, continue.
The towel I received was still warm, and it had been carefully folded several times.
Josh gently wiped Chen Zhiyu's back with a still-warm towel, and even through the towel, he could feel the firmness of the back muscles.
Throughout the process, every touch of the towel was so gentle, as it moved, softly caressing every inch of Chen Zhiyu's skin.
Josh's touch was very light, and Chen Zhiyu arched his back slightly, feeling an itch like a kitten licking its paws.
As the cold air swept in, the towel in Josh's hands grew a little cold, so he soaked it in hot water again. This time, the towel, warmed by his body temperature, slowly slid down to his lower back.
A skin-friendly towel, wrapped with a small amount of water, leaves residual water droplets accumulating in the lower back when touched and squeezed, eventually overflowing and sliding down to the tailbone with the slight undulation of the body.
A sudden chill seemed to accelerate the spread of the fire.
Seeing Chen Zhiyu suddenly straighten his back, Qiao Xi stopped what she was doing. The towel was still on his head, so she couldn't see his expression, but she could see that his neck was flushed.
Josh felt a little embarrassed and looked away, while the towel continued to move downwards, following the groove.
The towel in her hand became scalding hot, and the air in the bathroom grew thinner and thinner. Josh turned her head, took a few deep breaths, and hurriedly sped up, quickly wiping the remaining area. "Done."
Chen Zhiyu stood up, his upper body bare, blocking her way. His clearly defined abdominal muscles flashed before Qiao Xi's eyes, and two distinct V-lines were deeply etched into his skin.
In that instant, the damp air seemed to gain weight, pressing down on Josh's heart. With just one glance, she hurriedly looked away.
Chen Zhiyu moved closer and closer to her, and then took her hand.
The door was ajar, letting in fresh air, but Josh still felt the heat rushing to his face, like being in a sauna, and he felt a little short of breath.
Two damp hands clasped together. "I'll do the rest myself." Chen Zhiyu took the towel from Qiao Xi's hand and then opened the bathroom door completely.
The narrow gap suddenly widened, and more cold air rushed onto her face. Josh rushed out of the bathroom as if she had been rescued, grabbed her phone, and sat on the sofa, lost in thought.
Her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the bathroom.
She began to let her thoughts wander.
How Chen Zhiyu could wring out a towel with one hand, how he could wipe himself with one hand... The more she thought about it, the deeper her heart beat.
Fortunately, she pulled herself back from the brink and forced herself to shift her focus. Josh unlocked her phone screen, opened the app, and started looking for hotels near the hospital.
But she seems to have a reading disability; she can't understand the meaning of words when they are put together.
For a long time, Josh was unable to overcome his reading disorder.
Then, the bathroom door opened.
Chen Zhiyu walked out from inside.
Josh looked up and was stunned.
He removed the towel from his head, and his still-damp short hair was gathered back, revealing his high brow bone and delicate face.
Chen Zhiyu was still shirtless, his upper body bare except for a bath towel. Josh couldn't help but look down at his lower body, where he had changed into a pair of black shorts.
Whether intentionally or not, his pants were loose at the waist, covering his abdomen. As he walked, they swayed, revealing glimpses of his defined abdominal muscles, adding a layer of half-concealed sexiness.
Chen Zhiyu's current appearance is somewhat different from his usual well-behaved and good student image.
His body lines were smooth and graceful, especially his striking V-line, which started from his abdomen and disappeared at the edge of his shorts.
Chen Zhiyu sat down next to her. "What are you doing?"
"Find a hotel," Josh replied hastily, snapping back to reality.
Unexpectedly, Chen Zhiyu snatched the phone from her hand, saying, "No need to look for it anymore."
“That won’t do, otherwise where will I live?” Josh pretended to reach out to grab it, while Chen Zhiyu raised his arm.
She climbed one hand onto Chen Zhiyu's shoulder and the other hand braced against his hot chest. Their bodies intertwined, and their eyes met.
The air seemed to freeze.
Josh's palms, delicate and soft like silk, brushed against his supple chest, the touch hot, as if he could feel the other's heart beating.
In the extremely quiet environment, it was unclear whose breathing started to become erratic, but the increasingly rapid breathing sounded like a potent stimulant. The two of them nestled in the narrow sofa, enjoying the close contact between their bodies.
Kissing is an addictive activity, especially after the first time two people meet. Just by exchanging glances, they can see the signals in each other's eyes, and the two of them have never been so in sync.
In just a few short encounters, his increasingly skilled kissing techniques became more and more unbearable for Josh.
Josh's knuckles trembled, and she frantically ripped off the towel draped over Chen Zhiyu. The aggressive kisses and kisses left her completely overwhelmed, and she let out a whimpering cry for help.
The voice was delicate and soft, like a kitten scratching at his heart. Chen Zhiyu's breath hitched, and his right hand, which was on her waist, rose higher and higher, pressing down hard on Qiao Xi's back and pulling her sharply towards him.
The indoor air conditioning was set a bit too low. After all that fuss, the sun had long since set, and Chen Zhiyu had taken off the towel he was wearing over his upper body. It was getting a bit cold after a while, especially since he was still injured.
After Chen Zhiyu got dressed, the two moved from the sofa to the hospital bed.
Josh was still thinking about finding a nearby hotel when Chen Zhiyu snatched her phone away and threw it on the table. "No need to look anymore. I'll have Liu Weifeng find someone to accompany you in bed. You sleep on the hospital bed, and I'll sleep in the cot."
After saying that, he pulled Josh to lie down on the hospital bed with him and kissed her again.
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