Chapter 195
He Mian held her wrist, but not too tightly. The wrist was so thin and soft, and he didn't dare to use too much force. He just used a little force to pull her back and sit down, and then said in a dry tone,
"Thank you so much for what happened last night."
This person may not be suitable for such a humble and submissive look. The superior, fierce and serious expression looks more normal.
Nan Yan saw that this man was overly polite and courteous, which was obviously different from his usual arrogant attitude. However, she did not think about it carefully. She just nodded and said, "It's nothing. You also sent me back yesterday. Besides, it was raining so hard and you were sick. I can't just ignore you."
"Okay, if everything is ok, I'll go back to my room and rest. Mr. He, your clothes are probably not dry yet, so you may have to wait a little longer before leaving."
He Mian felt a little anxious after hearing her polite words. It was obviously not what he cared about, so he still held Nan Yan's wrist and refused to let go. He lowered his head and approached her, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Do you want a big house? Can I move you to another place? The house you live in is really not suitable for human habitation. It's really... shabby."
Young Master He turned around and looked around. Seeing that the paint on the wall was peeling, he originally wanted to use worse words to belittle the other party, but in front of the other party's obviously unhappy expression, he forced himself to change to a slightly more elegant word.
After hearing this, Nan Yan couldn't help but turn around and look at him. The more she looked at him, the more she felt that something was wrong. If this man didn't need something from her, he would never be so humble to her.
She just helped him for one night, was it really necessary to give her a house? It was a house, not a toy model. Did she really think that rich people were fools with lots of money and easy to fool? Did she get all that money from the wind?
Nan Yan looked at him suspiciously until his expression became a little stiff. Then she spoke and refused righteously, "How can this be possible? How can I take your things for free? Besides, I didn't do anything for you last night. Mr. He, please let me go first."
He Mian wanted to nod and say, "I helped, I helped, you helped a lot, he didn't want to let go at all now, let go of this life-saving straw and run away. He finally met her, how could he let go so easily!
He Mian originally frowned, but after realizing that his expression might be a bit fierce, he looked at her with his dark eyes and smiled softly. Then he asked, "What do you like? Do you want a brand name bag? A car or jewelry? Tell me what you like, and I can give it to you!"
After hearing this, Nan Yan was really blind if she still didn't know that this man had an ulterior motive. The last bastard who said he wanted to give her these was obviously trying to please her, but the bastard in front of him couldn't do that. He couldn't even get hard. What else could he possibly want to please her? Could it be her kidneys?
Thinking of this, Nan Yan looked at him with a somewhat strange look in her eyes. She simply stretched out her hand to pry his fingers apart, and her tone became somewhat impatient.
"I've already said I don't want them. Why are you giving me these things? We don't have any close relationship. You're just making me think you're up to something bad."
She said this while staring at him subtly.
That look made He Mian's heart skip a beat.
Seeing that the person next to him was really unhappy, He Mian became even more nervous and anxious. How could he say this? He moved his lips and felt that it was a bit embarrassing, but if he didn't speak, this person would run away.
So He Mian did not hesitate, and simply grasped her wrist, lowered his head and walked over, and said with an obviously uncomfortable expression, "Well, I would like to ask you for a small favor, is that okay?"
She knew that this bastard had something to say, and it turned out that he had no good intentions, just as she thought.
Nan Yan understood, but she still looked up at him in confusion, "Help? What help? Take you to the hospital?"
"Not really…it's actually very simple."
He Mian became obviously more uncomfortable after hearing this, especially when he saw the other person staring at him with a pair of clear black and white and moist eyes, looking gentle and quiet.
He Mian's ears turned red uncontrollably, followed by his face. His cold white skin, which had turned pale due to a night of illness, was stained by the blush and looked particularly unnatural.
He still had some sense of shame, so he lowered his head and moved very close. As he moved closer, the handsome three-dimensional features became clearer, and being so close was even more impactful. "Okay, I have something to tell you. I discovered something when I woke up this morning. Do you know what happened?"
Nan Yan didn't know, so she turned to look at him again, "What's the matter?"
He Mian's face turned even redder, and he was still very embarrassed. He turned his head and exhaled lightly, then turned back to look at the other person's gentle, white, jade-like face. He simply made up his mind and was completely shameless. He grabbed her little hand and rubbed the back of her hand gently twice, then leaned close to her ear and said in a hoarse voice, "I seem to be moving. I can do it now."
Huh? You must be kidding.
Nan Yan's expression was even more shocked than his. Her eyes widened slightly and she subconsciously lowered her head to look at that place, but the bed sheet covered it tightly and she could not see anything.
No, she clearly felt it last night, and she didn't have any reaction at all. What's going on? Is it okay to sleep with her for one night? Does she have this ability to cure all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases? Did the system give her a cheat code?
But if you think about it carefully, this matter has nothing to do with her. Why should she think so much? She is not his girlfriend, and as long as he is fine, what does it mean for this man to come to her and tell her something out of the blue?
Nan Yan blushed and immediately pulled her hand out of his palm. Then she said, "What does your problem have to do with me? It's fine as long as you get better. This is your own business. What's the point of you coming here to tell me?"
She wasn't the kind of person who would just do it casually. Could she help him test how well his hand had recovered? He wished.
He Mian's expression inevitably became a little depressed when he heard this. His black hair drooped down at his eyebrows. He moved his fingers. Nan Yan guessed that he wanted to smoke, but now he didn't. He took a deep breath and moved a little closer to Nan Yan. I am healed, but it is only half healed. It will soon be gone, and it will not move no matter how I touch it."
He Mian's tone was obviously somewhat shy, and he wanted to grab her hand to let her verify the truth. He had no one to confide in his anguish, so now he could only tell her. Since he knew he was ill, he had never revealed his true feelings to anyone so clearly, and he had always kept it in his heart.
Anyway, they are now like this, and she almost knows all his secrets. It doesn't matter if she says more. Anyway, it's a broken jar and too many lice won't itch anymore. He is simply shameless!
I gritted my teeth, slowed down my posture, and said, as if I wanted to say something but hesitated, "Can you do me a small favor?"
What's the use of saving face? He has been weak for so long, and now there are finally some signs of recovery. How can he not be nervous and excited!
When it comes to a man's dignity, shame is nothing. Not being able to get an erection is the biggest injury in a man's life.
After hearing these words, Nan Yan finally understood. It turned out that this man was still sick. Ha, this was really a good opportunity sent by God, but she would never agree to him so easily.
But how can she help? She is not a doctor.
So Nan Yan felt around and took out the small yellow card from the crack in the sofa. It was the original formula. She looked a little embarrassed and gave him a sympathetic look. She said a few hypocritical words of comfort:
"Mr. He, I really can't help you with this. I'm not a doctor. Why don't you come over here and have a look? There's a phone number for Master Wu under this card. He specializes in treating all kinds of male diseases. Maybe he can cure you."
Nan Yan used her slender white finger to poke at Master Wu's phone number at the bottom of the card.
The look in his eyes was particularly sincere.
How could He Mian agree to this? This was the life-saving straw he had finally found. How could he be willing to let it go? He had felt that he was unlucky before.
But if he hadn't been unlucky, he wouldn't have gotten sick with a fever, wouldn't have encountered this incident, and wouldn't have had any inexplicable reactions. This was fate. Anyway, he was now completely entangled with Nan Yan.
"No, I've been to the doctor, Yanyan...sister, the doctor said that my body has recovered very well, this may be a psychological problem, probably some kind of psychological disorder."
He Mian also knew what it meant to ask for help. He had to lower his head and be respectful and submissive. So his expression became gentler. He continued in a low voice, "I usually don't have any reaction. I didn't have any big reaction to the movie. But it may be because I didn't dare to get close to people before. I just had a little reaction this morning. I guess the stimulation was too great. Can you do me a favor? Can you give me a little more stimulation?"
As he spoke, his attitude became more respectful, with a hint of tentative pleading on his face. When he saw her cough twice, he hurriedly poured a cup of warm water from the table and handed it to her, patting her on the back. He did a very good job of serving her.
Nan Yan was so frightened by this man's outrageous request that she almost gave him a stitch in the side. She coughed several times until he patted her on the back to help her breathe smoothly for a long time. Then she took the cup of water and drank a few sips. Only then did her breathing calm down a little. But she still found it unbelievable!
How can you agree to such a thing so easily?
She is not a professional doctor, let alone his girlfriend. What's more, her current identity is still Zhong Ling's girlfriend in name. If this matter gets out, she will be regarded as a scumbag who cheats on her husband.
She is not such a casual person. Besides, she still has a strong professional ethics. It is not so easy to take private work. So Nan Yan immediately pushed the person away with righteous words.
"No, what nonsense are you talking about? I am Zhong Ling's girlfriend now, how can you let me do this?"
When she said that, He Mian was silent for a moment, and the fingers he stretched out stiffened for a moment. He didn't know why, but he felt a little excited in his heart.
No... people can't, at least they shouldn't be so shameless. But this matter concerns his erotic life for the rest of his life. His first half of life was already miserable, isn't it miserable enough that he can't get hard? Now that he has finally found a little hope, are he just going to give up?
So after a moment of silence, He Mian suddenly turned his head and looked at Nan Yan. His throat moved, and he turned his head away, not wanting to look at her. He asked in a low and unnatural tone, as if he was negotiating, "So what do you think of me?"
"Except for some necessary hardware that is still being repaired, everything else should be fine. There are no disputes with ex-girlfriends. Otherwise, why don't you find a new boyfriend?"
He Mian began to promote himself, not thinking that poaching people behind their backs was an immoral thing. He could also sense that Zhong Ling was still obsessed with Ruan Xiaoxiao, and probably just playing around with Wen Nanyan.
Since he was not serious enough, wasn't it a good thing for him to rescue the deceived girl privately? Besides, they were helping each other. If she really didn't like him, when he really cured her, they could break up peacefully and he would give her a large sum of money as compensation, wouldn't it be okay?
This won't do!
Even if she wants to agree, she can't agree so easily. Wouldn't her character collapse?
Nan Yan continued to refuse, "No, no... Mr. He, I really can't help you with this matter. Why don't you find someone else? I promise that I will keep your secret, especially the recent events. I will never reveal a single word to anyone."
As soon as she said this, the expression of the man opposite her became more embarrassed and depressed. He squeezed closer to her again. He was so tall that even if he sat on the sofa with her, he was still a head taller than her. This closeness gave her an inexplicable sense of deep oppression. Coupled with his tightly pursed thin lips, it felt like if she refused again, he might pounce on her and stare at her like a mad dog.
"No, I can't find anyone else. You know, I just want you to give it a try. If other people know that I can't get hard, I won't be able to keep this secret. Good, good sister..."
He also tried to bring the two closer together by addressing them.
"How about we do it in private and keep it a secret? This is a proper doctor-patient relationship. How about I make an agreement with you? If you really don't trust me, I can write a letter of guarantee. I just need your help. I will never do anything that overly forces you, and I will not interfere with your private life. If you don't tell me, I won't tell you either... Is that okay?"
It sounds like the two of them are having an affair secretly, but that's almost the same, um... that's not right either!
She is still single at the moment, and what she had with Zhong Ling was work-related, not real. She can still take on some private work after get off work, but this private work is a bit unethical.
Nan Yan was a little overwhelmed by his entanglement and had a headache. She didn't know if this man had completely let himself go in front of her. His true nature was exposed completely.
He leaned his head over again, and there was some pleading in his taut voice, which was particularly proactive and natural. This man used to be very respectable, but now that he has become shameless, his bottom line has been lowered again and again, and he is almost coming over to act coquettishly.
But Erhu's coquettishness is also neurotic. He doesn't look cold or fierce at all now, nor is he as arrogant and overbearing as when we first met. Especially after his true nature was exposed, he really is the kind of person who will lie down and let others do whatever they want if you give him a little sweet treat.
Maybe that's how dog training is, but this is a human, not a dog. How can he be as cute as a dog!
So Nan Yan pretended to be disgusted, as if she couldn't stand being pestered, but couldn't get him to agree, so she could only ask in frustration, "Then how do you want me to help you? I'm not a doctor, if I make your condition worse, won't you blame me?"
"No, no, no." His Majesty He shook his head and promised consciously. Then he was also stopped by the question of "How can I help?" He didn't expect that Nan Yan would really agree after he begged her so much. Now he couldn't hold back his thick skin anymore. He blushed unnaturally and asked her, "Then, what is the maximum limit you can accept?"
Is there any need to say more? Nan Yan glanced at him and of course everything below the neck was forbidden!
To be honest, his practical experience is not enough. It's more than just not enough. He has never been strong enough. If he is weak, how can he have any chance to meet beautiful girls?
Nan Yan frowned slightly and looked up at him, "Why are you asking me about this? How did you get examined when you saw the doctor before? Isn't it okay to just do it the same way? If you don't know how, I won't help you."
How can it be the same? When he went to the hospital, they would have a formal pathology analysis, which is obviously different from the current situation.
He Mian was a little anxious, but it was not good to be anxious about this matter. He subconsciously grabbed Nan Yan's hand, and he could obviously feel her impatience. So he made up his mind and didn't hesitate. With red ears, he walked over and said, "Then you...then you...can you touch me a little? I don't know how to do it. Can we study it slowly and cooperate in long-term treatment?"
His face flushed as he spoke. Even the most capable person would feel ashamed if they were in this situation. The last layer of fig leaf was completely torn off. "I'll give you money. No, not... don't get me wrong. I'll pay for your medical expenses. Five thousand dollars per visit. This is a serious cooperation between the two of us. I used to pay about the same price when I went to the hospital."
In fact, he didn't know the exact price, but he shouldn't give too much, lest she misunderstand him.
Anyway, just think of this as a favor between normal people. This way, she probably won't have any psychological burden and probably won't feel too bad.
Nan Yan glanced at him and understood what he meant, but she still looked unhappy. "Is it enough to just touch me? How do you want me to touch you?"
How to touch?
He Mian held his breath, his cold and handsome face flushed slightly, probably because he was stumped by this question. He turned his head and looked at her for a while. She seemed to have no emotional ups and downs, and there was even a bit of disgust and impatience in her eyes.
He Mian calmed down a bit and emphasized again in his heart that this was a normal inspection procedure and there was no other meaning. There was really no other meaning. Besides, we were all adults and the relationship between adults was not that complicated. It was just about helping each other and the money was settled.
He Mian got so angry that he became completely shameless. He grabbed the girl's soft little hand and shoved it into the bed sheet. Then the two of them stared at each other in bewilderment.
He saw Nan Yan's black and white eyes slightly widen, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fair and jade-like face began to turn slightly red.
He also felt ashamed, but within that shame there was also a little bit of unknown excitement. His heartbeat suddenly started to speed up, and his breathing became a little panting. This feeling made him vaguely feel that he would be able to become strong soon.
But after a while, his brother was still as quiet as a chicken, as if he had taken sleeping pills, and did not react at all.
This... this doesn't feel right.
He Mian's Adam's apple moved. He felt a little anxious, and when he was anxious he began to sweat. His originally stern face turned red and then a little pale. He was probably a little disappointed, and there was a certain tension in his disappointment, so he held Nan Yan's hand even tighter.
Nan Yan's fingers had not moved at all. It was He Mian who guided her to move. He took a deep breath, then guided her fingers and rubbed them gently, his breathing becoming a little rapid.
Then he lowered his head and leaned forward, his voice low and hoarse, "Okay? You have to be more responsible. You promised to help me, you... help me, you can't just stand by and watch me die, okay?"
Listening to this man deliberately lowering his voice and making a low and hoarse tone to ask for sex, Nan Yan almost couldn't help but knock him down on the spot. How did he do it? It was really hard for a grown man to suppress his voice and beg at this time.
He wanted to reach out to hug Nan Yan and put his arm around her waist, but the moment his hand reached out, it was slapped away. She refused to let him touch her, and He Mian felt a little wronged.
But there was no other way now, he had to be obedient if he wanted help from others. Since she refused to fold his waist, he could only put one hand on the cushion behind her and slowly move closer, as if he wanted to hold her in his arms from behind.
Nan Yan turned her head away and didn't look at what was going on under the sheets. It was useless to look. The two of them tried hard for more than ten minutes and touched it all over, but it was still limp and there was no reaction at all.
Nan Yan was really fed up this time.
This man is as good-looking as ever.
She turned her head and saw He Mian with a look of shock and disbelief. The man looked so ashamed and angry that he probably wanted to dig a hole and bury himself alive.
"You still can't seem to do it."
After the two of them worked hard for another ten minutes, Nan Yan was obviously a little impatient. This time her hands were really sore, and she said this fact with great disgust.
"No...it's not what you think. Don't give up. It may be that it is a little shy. We just need to get to know it better."
He Mian pursed his lips, which had turned a little pale at this moment. He wished he could rush over and hug her thighs tightly and not let go. Nan Yan was very disgusted, so despite the efforts of both of them, his brother remained quiet and had no reaction.
Nan Yan now began to suspect that he had a dream that drove him crazy and then had hallucinations. This was obviously not acceptable!
So she asked, "Did you get confused during sleep and dream that you were fine, but it was all a dream..."
He Mian glared at her resentfully. He felt that this person was laughing at him, laughing at his wild imagination. But he clearly felt it this morning. How could such a thing be false? How could he be dreaming?
He turned to look at Nan Yan's face, and his eyes moved down to her lips.
Her lips were red and moist as if coated with honey. They were thin, the right size, and slightly curled. When she pursed her lips, she looked very gentle. But her expression now showed obvious impatience, and a hint of visible disgust. Yes, there is no man who cannot be disdained.
He Mian felt that he had brought great shame upon himself.
He leaned closer to her and could vaguely smell the fragrance of her hair. He Mian wanted to reach out and hug her, so he put his arms behind her back and spoke slowly.
"Or...can you kiss me?"
"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda... You saved not only one life, but also the lives of my future descendants. Can I just kiss you once?"
He stared at those rosy lips and lowered his head involuntarily. He felt that he was still not in that state. Perhaps a purely doctor-patient relationship between the two of them was not enough. Some close contact was needed, and kissing should be enough.
He leaned over with his head down, his hair on his forehead was a little loose. Nan Yan saw that his eyes were shining dimly and he looked a bit like a pervert. He might really be too frustrated, he looked a bit weird, and his eyes were still flushed.
Nan Yan turned her head away to express her disgust.
She didn't want to play with this mentally ill and stupid dog anymore.
He Mian hesitated and started to pester her again. He coaxed her for a long time with sweet words until his lips became dry. He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and inexplicably revealed a somewhat melancholy expression.
Nan Yan finally looked at him, "Just this once? If not, you are not allowed to bother me again in the future."
"Okay, okay, I promise." He Mian's hands trembled as he promised her, "If it doesn't work out again, I will definitely not pester you anymore."
As soon as the words fell, the person opposite kissed her directly.
Their noses touched lightly, and He Mian's hands finally reached Nan Yan's waist as he wished, and then slowly moved up along the waistline. His hands couldn't help but hold her shoulders, subconsciously wanting to hold her tight.
He had no experience in kissing, but having no experience didn't mean he couldn't do it. He had studied it seriously before, so he was naturally good at it. He slowly licked and bit the two thin lips. Her lips were moist and soft, and the soft touch was inexplicably addictive when kissing.
He Mian did not dare to bite too hard, for fear that it would hurt her and make her angry and refuse to do it anymore. He could only pry her lips open little by little and slowly deepen the kiss.
Nan Yan just thought of herself as being bitten by a dog. This guy really acted like he was gnawing at a bone. He looked gentle, but was quite fierce when he got aggressive, and he also liked to bite people.
Nan Yan stared at his eyelashes with her eyes closed without blinking. After staring for a long time, she found that she was a little dizzy. This was normal. This was a common reaction after kissing for a long time without taking a breath.
He Mian may have had some deliberate mentality at the beginning, but in the end he obviously felt something was wrong, his heartbeat slowly accelerated, and his true nature was exposed later in the kiss.
He had been so submissive before, but in this situation he was still the dominant one. His eyes changed, and he lowered his body, holding her wrist and moving slowly down. The two looked at each other.
She heard the man's low voice, and when he spoke again, his voice was slightly hoarse and restrained, "Feel it... Is there any movement?"
Obviously, standing there, the moment Nan Yan felt it, her eyes widened slightly. This man actually got up. This was not good. When she was thinking about how to get through this, the stupid man actually rolled over from her body and got up directly.
Then he rushed into the bathroom wrapped in a bed sheet, looking excited and weird. Before leaving, he did not forget to take his mobile phone with him. What did he want to do with the phone? To take a photo as a souvenir of the first time?
Nan Yan: “…”
This was a little different from the script she had imagined.
What should she say to this bastard?
Was she just abandoned like that?
When the noise in the bathroom finally died down, Nan Yan saw the man inside push open the door with a "whoosh" sound, then rush over and hug her, pull her off the sofa into his arms, touching her shoulders with both hands, staring at her with eyes shining brightly.
"Yanyan, can we do it again?"
Nan Yan pushed his face directly this time. He insisted on coming over, so Nan Yan slapped him hard, "No, go away! Don't touch me. We agreed that it's just this once. Find someone else next time. I won't help you. Why are you still holding on to me?"
He Mian was slapped until his face turned red, but he refused to let go. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but now it was different. He was really capable, so he kept pestering her, "My dear sister, can you bear to watch someone die without helping? I didn't do anything else for just a kiss, and you saw it. I didn't lie to you."
It was okay if he didn't say it. When he said this, Nan Yan became obviously more unhappy. She felt like she had become his tool. How could she bear this? So she squeezed his face hard with both hands. His skin and flesh were tight, and Nan Yan just pulled at it.
"I said no and it means no, let me go, or I will bite you."
He Mian felt his face was numb, and he didn't know how he had offended her. Could it be that he had bitten her too hard when they kissed just now?
"Then bite it. It doesn't matter if it hurts..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Yan bit his shoulder. He Mian hissed and felt his body tense up. Just as he was about to feel something, he suddenly heard a cell phone ringing on the coffee table opposite him.
"Your phone is ringing? Someone is calling you so early in the morning?"
It was obviously not him, his phone was still on the sofa. Nan Yan pushed the person away and turned to touch the phone on the coffee table. As soon as she got it, she saw the name displayed on the screen was her boss Zhong, so she subconsciously pressed the answer button.
"Hey, Zhong..."
She had just replied with a "hello" and hadn't even finished her words when He Mian behind her acted like a clingy silly dog. He refused to sit properly on the long sofa and had to squeeze in with her, sitting shoulder to shoulder with her.
But he was so tall, with long arms and legs, and he refused to put on his clothes properly. When he came over, his force was too strong, and he almost pushed Nan Yan to the floor.
Fortunately, he knew to hold on. Seeing that Nan Yan was about to fall, he subconsciously reached out and hugged her waist, muttering, "Be careful, I'm sorry, I won't squeeze you..."
This voice obviously also came through the mobile phone. Zhong Ling heard the deliberately low male voice and the familiar and natural tone, and his face changed instantly.
He clenched the phone tightly and lowered his head subconsciously. His eyes seemed somewhat deep under the dim blue light of the screen. He glanced at the time on the phone again. It was only a little past seven o'clock. Was Yanyan already outside at such an early time?
Zhong Ling stared at the screen for a long time with a blank expression, then asked in a low voice, "Hey, Yanyan, who are you with now?"
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