How should one describe this kind of feeling?

       Jiang Tongyan’s grasp of Chinese wasn’t great, and after racking his brain, all he could come up with was: ‘subtle’.

       As for what exactly made it subtle, it was something like fog, like rain, and yet like wind. Like a summer fireball or winter ice.

       In short, it was a stimulus that could only be understood but could not be conveyed in words.

       Qian Xiaoke, for his part, wasn’t particularly experienced in this kind of thing. Deep down, he was actually a reserved and conservative person—though hardly anyone would believe that if he said it out loud, he himself firmly believed it to be true.

       Qian Xiaoke said, “I… it’s my first time…doing it with hands.”

       Jiang Tongyan’s back was against the wall, and he dared not breathe. Yet, within seconds, he couldn’t help but start gasping heavily.  

       Qian Xiaoke said, “We’ll just get a feel for it now, then I’ll go back and study properly tonight, and we will start officially tomorrow.”

       From the way he said it, anyone overhearing might think the two of them were about to do something serious and proper.

       Qian Xiaoke touched him very hard, genuinely putting on the demeanour of treating a patient. He suddenly felt that if he really cured Jiang Tongyan one day, Jiang Tongyan should give him a banner with the words: ‘Miraculous Hands Restoring Life to the Lifeless’.

       He really hoped that Jiang Tongyan could get better; otherwise, he would really feel bad.

       As the two of them went through this process, Jiang Tongyan’s mind soared to a climax, but his body remained completely calm—so calm, in fact, that he even felt a little amused.

       This feeling of being willing but unable to do anything was too maddening. Jiang Tongyan thought that before his body recovered, he might have to talk to a psychologist first.

       Qian Xiaoke squatted there to touch him at first, but later, he felt his legs numb, so he just sat on the carpet.

       In the beginning, Qian Xiaoke felt a bit shy about the whole thing. After all, he was quite pure-hearted, and touching someone like that really embarrassed him. His face instantly turned red when his fingers brushed over the area.

       If something like this happened between two normal people, it might naturally lead to a fiery and indescribable event. However, when it came to these two people, even doing this kind of thing seemed particularly upright and righteous.

       Qian Xiaoke was saving the dying and the wounded.

       Jiang Tongyan was simply the injured patient who couldn’t get hard.

       In contemporary society, where the doctor-patient relationship was so fraught, there would be no story between the two of them.

       Qian Xiaoke was shy for a few minutes and then began to complain, “Why don’t you have any reaction at all?”

       Jiang Tongyan frowned.

       Qian Xiaoke worked for a while and then began to complain again, “Can this work? My arm is a little sore.”

       Jiang Tongyan bit his lip.

       Qian Xiaoke continued to work on him. But this time, he was obviously not as serious as before, lazy, and continued to complain, “Why is there no effect at all? Are you a man?”

       Jiang Tongyan raised his hand and slapped Qian Xiaoke’s hand with a ‘slap’.

       Qian Xiaoke’s hand was slapped red, and he felt a little wronged. Later, he realised that he was just a little bit rude, and he couldn’t blame others for this.

       “Ahem,” Qian Xiaoke said, “Don’t be angry.”

       Jiang Tongyan’s face turned blue, and he pulled the towel to cover himself, “Just go.”

       He looked really weak, pitiful and helpless. The nearly 1.9-meter-tall man shrank into the corner of the room, and Qian Xiaoke actually saw the contrast endearing.

       Qian Xiaoke: “I can’t just leave like this.”

       I still hadn’t gotten what I came for.

       Jiang Tongyan couldn’t hear his inner monologue. Jiang Tongyan assumed that Qian Xiaoke felt that the ‘treatment’ of his illness was ineffective, but he didn’t leave because of ‘man’s responsibility’.

       “You don’t have to act so hypocritical here!” Jiang Tongyan looked up and glared at him, “I can see that you don’t want to cure me at all. You just want to humiliate me!”

       Jiang Tongyan had lived for 30 years and was, after all, a favoured child of the heavens—a natural-born success. Wherever he went, he carried himself with an air of authority, like a true big shot. There were plenty of women and men who admired him—though, of course, the only people he had ever liked were those who liked Shen Huiming.

       But no matter what, he, Jiang Tongyan, was also a decent person. He had never suffered such grievances, such crimes, and had never been humiliated like this since he was a child.

       “Just go.” Jiang Tongyan said, “Let’s not meet again in the future, whether we are destined or not.”

       He was scared now. 

       If he couldn’t provoke the guy, the least he could do was avoid him.

       Originally, Jiang Tongyan returned to China this time to finish the last project with Cheng Sen and discuss returning to China for work. He’d been prepared to accept Cheng Sen’s proposal to help out.

       Of course, his decision to return to work in the country had absolutely nothing to do with Qian Xiaoke. It was entirely for the sake of taking care of his grandparents. He believed that filial piety comes first in life, and since his grandparents insisted on returning to their roots in their old age, he decided to come back to accompany and care for them. Otherwise, being so far away, he truly couldn’t feel at ease.

       But now, because of Qian Xiaoke, he was on the verge of losing the will to live. For the time being, he could only let his grandparents down—this useless grandson of theirs had to make a run for it first.

       Qian Xiaoke sat on the carpet and frowned.

       “What’s that expression on your face?” Jiang Tongyan said to him unhappily, “Are you still feeling wronged?”

       “No, not wronged.” Qian Xiaoke said, “I really don’t mean to humiliate you.”

       Qian Xiaoke tried to make himself look more sincere, “I really want to solve this matter; otherwise, I can’t sleep well.”

       “Yes, you should feel uneasy.” Jiang Tongyan glared at him, “Think about who made me like this? Even if I become a ghost in the future, I will not let you go.”

       Run away now and come back as a ghost for revenge later.

       Although Jiang Tongyan didn’t want to admit it, it was indeed a bit cowardly.

       Qian Xiaoke, who was always optimistic, also felt a little depressed by him. He bent his knees, hugged his hands, and rested his chin on his knees with a grievance.

       Jiang Tongyan looked at him sideways and said impatiently, “What’s that face for? Did I make you impotent or something?”

       After Jiang Tongyan finished speaking, he curled his lips and muttered, “Not that it would make much difference if you were.”

       “What are you talking about!” Qian Xiaoke glared at Jiang Tongyan, and his look was a little coquettish, “Don’t talk nonsense!”

       Jiang Tongyan sneered, “That’s right.”

       “Don’t look down on me!” Qian Xiaoke looked at him viciously, “If you provoke me again, I will r4p3 you!”

       Jiang Tongyan had been fuming, but the comment made him burst out laughing. 

       “What are you dreaming about?” Jiang Tongyan raised his hand and pulled Qian Xiaoke’s hair, “Hey, wake up!”

       Qian Xiaoke tsked and grabbed Jiang Tongyan’s hand.

       The two held hands together. Jiang Tongyan was stunned for a moment, but Qian Xiaoke didn’t think there was anything wrong.

       Qian Xiaoke said, “Be serious. Do you want to be cured or not!”

       Jiang Tongyan stared at their intertwined hand without saying anything.

       “I swear, I’m not trying to humiliate you. It’s just… you need to get used to me,” Qian Xiaoke said, “I am a person who speaks like this, with a sharp tongue and a soft heart. My words might sting a bit, but deep down, I’m looking out for you.”

       “For… me?” Jiang Tongyan didn’t know why his heart was beating a little faster, and his body was a little hot.

       Qian Xiaoke said: “Yes, a father’s love is as steady as a mountain. Although this mountain may make you breathless, this is love.”

       Jiang Tongyan, “…Qian Xiaoke, what did you just say?”

       “Nothing.” Qian Xiaoke said, “I said, I can do it, you can do it too, I can get hard, you can definitely do it too!”


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