Tong Sui was staring at him, his gaze fixed on his face, somewhat dazed, as if he couldn’t even bear to blink.
Ye Linyuan: “…”
He deliberately ignored such eyes, lowered his head, and took out a wet wipe, the faint scent of alcohol spreading in the air.
Ye Linyuan took Tong Sui’s hand and pushed his sleeve up a little.
The wet wipe delicately wiped over each of his fingers, then his hand, and arm before the used wipe was thrown into the trash can, and he let the sleeve fall back down.
When he rolled up the other sleeve of Tong Sui’s hand, he was much gentler.
Remnants of healing marks were still visible on his arm.
Ye Linyuan asked, “Does it hurt?”
Tong Sui replied, “It hurts.”
“Mm.”
Ye Linyuan pulled out another wet wipe, his movements even lighter this time.
He lowered his eyelids, his lashes casting a faint shadow on his cheeks, losing some of his usual coldness as he focused.
Tong Sui’s pale arms were slender, and the faint blue veins beneath the skin were clearly visible, exuding an unhealthy hue.
After wiping, Ye Linyuan rolled Tong Sui’s sleeve back down.
“Adjust your clothing yourself.”
“My hand hurts.”
Ye Linyuan gazed at his uninjured hand, but Tong Sui looked back at him, showing no sign of feeling that his request was unreasonable.
“You help me.”
“…Mm.”
Ye Linyuan’s fingers brushed against Tong Sui’s belt.
In different situations, one moment tightening, the next loosening.
Ye Linyuan casually hung his uniform jacket on the end of the hospital bed.
Tong Sui was left with only a thin shirt on the upper body, which had been drenched in sweat but was mostly dry now.
Through the fabric, one could even see the rise and fall of Tong Sui’s bones.
So thin.
Ye Linyuan reached to pull out the hem of Tong Sui’s shirt that was tucked into his pants, grabbed another alcohol-soaked wet wipe, and began to wipe his back.
The alcohol removed excess heat, quickly cooling him down.
After wiping him down, Ye Linyuan neatly adjusted Tong Sui’s shirt again, but did not put the jacket back on him.
The temperature of the air conditioning in the infirmary was just right; after a while indoors, Tong Sui’s face was no longer as red as before.
He looked more alert than he did earlier.
Ye Linyuan said, “You rest for a while; I’ll step outside.”
Just as he stood up, a hand caught his palm.
Tong Sui said, “Don’t go.”
He held on tightly, seeming quite anxious.
Ye Linyuan hesitated, defeated in this standoff of gazes, and sat back down.
Tong Sui still did not let go of his hand.
He pulled Ye Linyuan’s hand close to his cheek while lying on his side, as if holding on tightly to Ye Linyuan could bring him comfort.
After a moment, his eyelids blinked slower and slower until he gradually closed his eyes.
Ye Linyuan sat beside the bed, waiting until Tong Sui fell asleep.
He attempted to pull his hand away.
The person on the bed furrowed their brow, clutching tightly even though they were sweating.
Ye Linyuan’s gaze returned to Tong Sui’s face.
He bit his lip.
Even though Tong Sui had just been looking at him, he could feel that these words and actions were directed through him, as if speaking to another person.
What was his relationship with that person?
Had they kissed? Or done something more?
That beta Tong Si mentioned, the guy named Luo Luo?
Ye Linyuan couldn’t articulate the feelings bubbling within him.
Somewhat stifling yet frustrating.
Since that guy had what he wanted, why not cherish it? What gave such a person the right to occupy someone’s thoughts?
Ye Linyuan recalled wiping the alcohol on Tong Sui earlier; the waist beneath the clothing was thinner than he had imagined, and the shape of his shoulder blades was quite clear.
Although it didn’t feel harsh to the touch, he was entirely soft, lacking muscle.
How had he been taken care of?
Ye Linyuan suppressed the agitation surging within him.
He opened his light brain, clicked on Tong Si’s name, and edited a message to send.
＿＿
On the other side, Tong Si was in a meeting, listening to the reports from his subordinates.
“This acquisition case…”
Suddenly, Tong Si’s light brain chimed.
He had a pure black pen in his hand and casually opened the message, taking a quick glance before dropping the pen with a clatter on the table.
The other people at the conference table turned to look at Tong Si, interrupted by the noise.
They rarely saw such a careless display from this young heir.
Tong Si gazed at the message.
【I am Ye Linyuan. Tong Sui suffered heatstroke during military training. I took him to the infirmary, and his condition is stable.
But you should come in person.】
Tong Si immediately stood up and said to the others in the meeting, “Sorry, my brother has some issues, so we will postpone today’s meeting.”
As he hurried out, the people in the meeting exchanged glances.
“Are they really that close?”
“Hiss, working-class problems, who can understand them? As long as it’s not a company issue, we don’t need to worry. Let’s dissolve the meeting for now.”
In the hovering vehicle heading to the military academy,
the secretary noticed Tong Si’s serious expression and whispered, “Mr. Tong, did the second young master cause trouble at the military academy?”
Usually, even at his most mischievous, Tong Si never showed such a serious demeanor — it seemed the matter was significant this time.
Tong Si replied, “He suffered heatstroke.”
The secretary exclaimed, “We can think of ways to compensate — huh???”
He doubted his hearing.
Otherwise, how could he have just heard Tong Si say that?
“Heatstroke???”
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