“You don’t even hold me when we sleep, and now you blame others,” he says, growing increasingly sad, his lips pouting. “You pinched me, my calf hurts so much.”
Yan Chuan emphasized one last time, “You no longer care about me.”
He gently touched the scar on his knee, furrowing his brows. His small, pale face wore a very pitiful expression.
Before his husband could respond, he curled up, facing the corner of the bed, adopting a posture that refused communication.
He even remembered to step on his husband’s knee once.
Husband: …
Why does it suddenly feel like his head is heavier?
The dark and handsome man called out “Baby,” but Yan Chuan ignored him, maintaining his posture, hugging his knees in the corner.
His already slender figure appeared even thinner; his shoulder blades were as prominent as butterfly wings.
His soft, black hair hung down, and the exposed nape of his neck was dazzlingly white.
Although what he said seemed unreasonable, it was hard not to feel soft-hearted when he frowned and said “It hurts.”
A large hat of blame was suddenly placed upon him, and even the husband, who had been pressing him for answers, lost his temper.
After a moment of silence, the man finally loosened his hold.
On his snow-white calf, several red marks suddenly appeared.
Yan Chuan looked down and then at his husband; the meaning was clear without words.
“I’m sorry,” the husband eventually apologized, “I was too anxious.”
Yan Chuan pressed his lips together and said nothing.
The man gently placed Yan Chuan’s calf flat on the bed and went to fetch the medicine kit.
“I’ll apply the medicine for you,” the husband opened the bottle, his tone softening slightly. “Come on, don’t be angry at your husband.”
The danger in his previously dark eyes faded, replaced with a hint of helplessness.
A somewhat pungent smell reached Yan Chuan’s nose, causing him to cough a couple of times, his eyes slightly red.
Having achieved his goal, Yan Chuan softened, obediently resting his calf on his husband’s knee.
The medicine was applied to the wound; it was cold and stung a little, and Yan Chuan winced quietly.
His eyelashes fluttered, “It hurts.”
Upon hearing his words, his husband lightened his touch even more.
A somewhat rough palm rested on his delicate knee, gently rubbing with the medicinal oil.
“Does it hurt?” The husband, accustomed to his wife’s delicate nature, was very careful. “How about this?”
Yan Chuan shook his head.
It still hurt a bit, but the bruise needed to be massaged out; otherwise, it would hurt even more, so Yan Chuan didn’t say much and silently endured.
Otherwise, if he complained while not applying medicine, and then complained again while it was being applied, wouldn’t he just seem too delicate?
Though his earlier words had little to do with being delicate…
Nevertheless, Yan Chuan sighed in relief.
Regardless of his image, he had at least persuaded his husband to abandon searching for more injuries on him.
***
The next day, Dan Qi encountered someone he really didn’t want to see while going upstairs.
“You’re here too?”
Dan Qi raised an eyebrow, his tone unfriendly as he spoke first.
He stretched out his long leg, blocking the stairway, his chin slightly raised.
“Aren’t you?” Tang Zhen stopped, his gaze revealing nothing.
Although his expression looked fine, his demeanor was cold, unwilling to give each other any good grace.
Dan Qi scoffed softly.
He lazily leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “I’m here because he needs me. What about you?”
The “he” he referred to was naturally the beautiful wife living in the apartment building—Yan Chuan.
Tang Zhen didn’t even blink, his thin lips curling slightly. “Need you? Need you to show up in the middle of the night, fearing being caught by his husband?”
He knew that he had knocked on Yan Chuan’s door that night.
Dan Qi raised an eyebrow, not surprised that he knew, but somewhat puzzled by Tang Zhen’s nonchalant attitude.
The beautiful wife had a husband, so wasn’t he simply a secret lover?
Dan Qi wouldn’t get angry just because of a few words from Tang Zhen; instead, he forced out a mocking smile. “Aren’t you also afraid?”
His tone was charged with hostility, as if he had no intention of pretending and wished they could fight right then and there in the variety show.
Unable to be the husband of the beautiful wife, could he even be the only secret lover?
Moreover, Yan Chuan had explicitly said he would cooperate with him on the tasks and had even kissed him.
How could Tang Zhen compare?
He wasn’t even bold enough to seek out Yan Chuan, and he wouldn’t dare approach him when Yan Chuan’s husband was around. How could he ever win Yan Chuan’s favor?
A beautiful and delicate lovely person like that obviously deserved someone like him, not someone like Tang Zhen.
A sense of unwarranted pride swelled in Dan Qi’s heart.
As he recalled the soft touch of Yan Chuan’s lips, his gaze towards Tang Zhen became increasingly unfriendly.
Faced with Dan Qi’s palpable malice, Tang Zhen glanced at him, his expression oddly calm.
Dan Qi couldn’t understand Tang Zhen’s expression for the moment but attributed it to a defeated dog’s pride, generously letting the topic go.
“If you want to see him too,” he finally threw out a line, his tone proud, “you’ll definitely have to wait in line behind me.”
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