Author's Note:
Don't pity me, this delicate flower!
The poem is from "Beyond the Frontier".
Chapter 62
Su Huaiming was only thinking about finishing the massage and going to bed early, but he forgot about his current state.
He was afraid that his pants would rub against the red marks on his waist, so he deliberately chose a loose pair and pulled them down so they barely hung on his hips. Before, his shirt had covered them, so they weren't noticeable, but now that he had lifted the hem, his appearance was completely exposed to Fu Jingfan.
Su Huaiming looked like he was about to be beheaded, clenching his teeth and closing his eyes, unaware that Fu Jingfan's gaze was constantly moving downwards, outlining that spot with his eyes.
Su Huaiming was thin and didn't like sports. On stage, he wore a flowing blue shirt with his waist tightly bound by wires, clearly showing the concave curves of his body. Without any clothing to cover him, Su Huaiming's waist was slender and thin, with a thin layer of flesh attached to his bones. His skin was dazzlingly white under the light, which made the red marks left by the wires even more shocking.
Su Huaiming had mentally prepared himself for a long time, but the intense pain he had imagined did not come. He mustered his courage and slightly opened his eyes, only to see Fu Jingfan standing silently in front of him, without making a move.
Su Huaiming followed his gaze and then noticed the problem with the pants.
!!!!!
He coughed lightly, then immediately grabbed his pants and pulled them up. The edge of the fabric accidentally rubbed against his injury, causing him to gasp in pain and his eyes to redden.
Seeing this, Fu Jingfan frowned deeply, his voice stern. "Don't move."
Without him saying anything, Su Huaiming instinctively let go of his hand. After taking a few deep breaths, he felt the burning pain disappear.
"That'll do." Fu Jingfan reached out and grabbed the soft fabric, gently pulling the pants down to make sure there was no chance of touching the injury.
"How did you get so badly injured?" Fu Jingfan was standing under the light, but there was no light in his eyes Mingming. His face was solemn, and the aura emanating from him was extremely cold.
Fu Jingfan occasionally showed such an expression, and even the forty- or fifty-year-old managers, who were used to all sorts of things, were speechless with fright.
Su Huaiming blinked, then couldn't help but shrink back, looking at Fu Jingfan cautiously.
Fu Jingfan had never shown such strong emotional fluctuations in front of him before... He was too fierce.
"Didn't the production team hire professionals to handle the wire work? How could they be so reckless?" Fu Jingfan looked at the red and swollen area, his heart filled with uncontrollable violent emotions. The bloodthirsty beast was constantly ramming against the cage, causing his proud self-control to collapse and making it impossible for him to restrain his emotions.
Su Huaiming opened his mouth and whispered an explanation for the staff, "This is to ensure safety, and I was a little scared, so I asked them to tighten it more. Plus, I think my skin is quite thin and easily injured, which is why it looks so serious."
Su Huaiming sensed the oppressive atmosphere emanating from Fu Jingfan and instinctively comforted him, "It doesn't hurt at all, you'll be fine tomorrow."
Hearing Su Huaiming's nonsense, Fu Jingfan finally looked up at him, his eyes deep and his emotions churning almost overflowing.
Su Huaiming smiled ingratiatingly at Fu Jingfan noticed the caution and unease behind his smile and realized that he had lost control of his emotions.
Fu Jingfan rubbed his temples, and when he looked at Su Huaiming again, he had regained his composure. "I'm sorry, it was all my fault just now. I didn't mean to get angry at you. I won't do it again."
Su Huaiming nodded, not taking the matter to heart, but was curious as to why Fu Jingfan's emotions had suddenly become so intense.
But now was not the time to press for answers, so Su Huaiming obediently shut his mouth and didn't bring up what had just happened again.
Fu Jingfan didn't waste much time. He poured the red medicated oil into his palm, warmed it with his body heat, and said, "Bear with it for a moment, I'll massage the oil in for you."
Su Huaiming's thoughts were pulled back. After taking a deep breath, he resumed his confident expression, "I can endure it!"
It's unclear whether these words were directed at Fu Jingfan or a form of self-suggestion.
Fu Jingfan's. The pressure was light, and the medicated oil provided lubrication, but the heat from his palm and the slight friction still caused a stimulating pain. Su Huaiming couldn't help but frown and bite his lower lip.
Fu Jingfan asked, "Does it hurt?"
Su Huaiming forced himself to shake his head, but he was too scared to open his eyes.
Fu Jingfan's gaze remained fixed on Su Huaiming's face, not missing a single subtle emotion he revealed.
He offered to help because he was afraid that if Su Huaiming forced the medicated oil in, it wouldn't have any therapeutic effect. But seeing Su Huaiming's pained expression, Mingming he didn't feel anything directly, he couldn't help but frown, his fingertips went numb, and he dared not continue to apply force.
Fu Jingfan remained silent for a few seconds before regaining his composure, placing his palm fully on the surface and gently making circles.
As soon as Fu Jingfan exerted force, Su Huaiming felt a burning pain, like being electrocuted. His legs immediately went weak, and he fell forward, instinctively grabbing the nearest thing for support.
Su Huaiming wrapped his arms around Fu Jingfan's neck, rested his head on his shoulder, took a few deep breaths, and finally came to his senses from the pain. He slowly raised his head and looked at Fu Jingfan, who was so close to him.
Su Huaiming's eyes were veiled with tears, his eye sockets were red, his lips were parted, and his breathing was uneven as he tried his best to suppress a cry of pain.
He leaned on Fu Jingfan's shoulders, straightened up, and asked in a low voice, "Did you exert force just now?"
"No."
Upon hearing Fu Jingfan's answer, Su Huaiming's expression revealed a hint of despair.
His body seemed to be extremely sensitive to pain. Even without Fu Jingfan applying any force, he couldn't bear it. He couldn't even imagine how much pain he would feel once the medicated oil was rubbed in.
Su Huaiming instinctively chose to avoid the issue, saying, "Maybe we should just forget about it; it'll get better with time."
Fu Jingfan didn't indulge him, but instead laid out the reality, "It's alright now, but after you fall asleep at night, the fabric will keep rubbing against the redness and swelling on your waist, which will not only worsen the injury, but you'll probably be in so much pain that you won't be able to sleep all night."
Su Huaiming's eyes widened suddenly, his thick, curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he looked down at the ground, having accepted Fu Jingfan's explanation.
"Alright then, I'll bear with it a little longer." Su Huaiming's voice trailed off.
As if he had thought of something, he instructed Fu Jingfan, "Don't worry about me later. Stop massaging it in after the medicated oil has penetrated. It's better to get it over with quickly than to drag it out. If this continues, it might never end."
After saying that, Su Huaiming didn't give Fu Jingfan a chance to speak, and repeated, "I can endure it."
Seeing Su Huaiming's expression, Fu Jingfan knew he couldn't discourage him at this moment, so he nodded, "Okay."
Su Huaiming was well aware that he would be in so much pain that he wouldn't be able to hold onto the hem of his shirt, so he asked Fu Jingfan for help.
Fu Jingfan used one hand to lift his clothes and the other to massage him.
Fu Jingfan didn't use much force during the massage, but Su Huaiming was in so much pain again that he couldn't bear it anymore. His body went limp in Fu Jingfan's shoulder. His fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt, and the blood in his fingertips gradually faded because of the excessive force.
Fu Jingfan stood ramrod straight, supporting Su Huaiming's body. His hands kept moving, but his thoughts were in disarray, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably twice.
Su Huaiming's warm breath fell on his collarbone, hot and gentle, like a feather lightly brushing against him, bringing an unbearable tingling sensation. The place he touched was soft and warm, and he could clearly feel the person in his arms trembling.
Su Huaiming bit his lower lip tightly, sweat beading on his back, his whole body radiating heat, and he tried his best to suppress the sound.
Time seemed to slow down drastically in his mind. Su Huaiming endured to the extreme, and even he felt that a long time had passed before he finally called for a stop in a trembling voice.
He leaned against Fu Jingfan's chest and breathed heavily for a few moments. When he felt his sore legs regain some strength, he grabbed Fu Jingfan's clothes and slowly straightened up.
Water droplets clung to his eyelashes, and his cheeks were flushed an unhealthy red, as if he had been crying. Su Huaiming asked softly, "Is it alright now?"
Fu Jingfan's gaze fell on Su Huaiming's face, and he shook his head, "I just gave him a few massages."
Upon hearing this, Su Huaiming seemed to freeze, his brain shutting down. He stared blankly at Fu Jingfan, as if he hadn't yet woken from a dream.
He endured it for so long, how come he only got a few massages?!
Su Huaiming, unwilling to give up, looked down and saw a layer of oil on his waist, indicating that it hadn't been absorbed at all. Only then did he realize the reality.
Su Huaiming rarely showed a vulnerable expression, so Fu Jingfan couldn't help but soften his voice, speaking in a coaxing tone like he was talking to a child, "Why don't you lie down in bed? You'll feel more comfortable."
Su Huaiming, realizing he had been in so much pain he couldn't stand, immediately nodded and sat on the bed.
Fu Jingfan took a pillow and placed it under Su Huaiming's lower abdomen, forcing his waist to be off the ground so that the medicated oil wouldn't get on the sheets.
Su Huaiming lay on the bed, already traumatized, his hands gripping the soft blankets tightly, his voice muffled, as if pleading, "Please be gentler later."
Fu Jingfan gave a soft "hmm," his gaze falling on the slender shoulders and back, slowly moving down the lines of the body, and then reaching out to lift the hem of his shirt.
With a pillow under him, Su Huaiming's waist slumped down, outlining a full curve.
Fu Jingfan no longer needed to help Su Huaiming hold his clothes; he gently placed his hands over Su Huaiming's clothes.
The skin at the swollen spot was extremely sensitive, and when it felt the heat of Fu Qingfan's palm, it felt like it was burning. Su Huaiming couldn't help but tremble.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Fu Jingfan's voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of hoarseness at the end.
Su Huaiming bit the blanket, unable to speak, and could only shake his head gently.
Seeing this, Fu Jingfan tentatively placed his palm on Su Huaiming's head, and only after confirming that Su Huaiming could handle it did he begin massaging him in circles.
Su Huaiming's skin was a shade lighter than Fu Jingfan's, and after the massage, it had a faint pinkish hue. Fu Jingfan's thumb and forefinger fit perfectly into his lower back, as if they were made for him.
After placing his hands on top of Su Huaiming's waist, Fu Jingfan realized that it was even thinner and more slender than he had imagined; his two hands could almost encircle it.
The medicated oil was very slippery and difficult to absorb. Seeing that Su Huaiming had gotten used to it a little, Fu Jingfan increased the pressure, but forgot to tell Su Huaiming.
Caught off guard, Su Huaiming immediately cried out in pain and instinctively kicked upwards, striking a hard object.
Su Huaiming quickly recovered and realized that he had overreacted. He turned around and found that his foot had kicked Fu Jingfan in the lower abdomen.
Thinking about the force of that kick, Su Huaiming looked embarrassed, glanced cautiously at Fu Jingfan, and awkwardly withdrew his foot.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Did I hurt you?"
Fu Jingfan did not answer, but instead looked down at Su Huaiming's ankle. The skin was fair and clear, with faint blue veins visible. The wrist bone was prominent and small, making it perfect for playing with on the Mosuo.
Su Huaiming received no response, and seeing Fu Jingfan staring intently at his ankle, he felt even more guilty and whispered, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Fu Jingfan raised his eyes and his gaze fell on Su Huaiming's face.
His eyes were watery, and his cheeks and the corners of his eyes were flushed with an unhealthy redness. He pursed his lips slightly, revealing a pitiful expression. No one could bring themselves to be angry with him.
"It's nothing." Fu Jingfan's fingers curled up slightly involuntarily before he spoke softly.
Seeing that Fu Jingfan's expression was normal, Su Huaiming believed him and relaxed, his thoughts drifting uncontrollably.
Fu Jingfan truly lives up to his reputation as someone who gets up at 5:30 in the morning to exercise; his abs are as hard as steel plates.
Su Huaiming couldn't help but glance at it again, his eyes filled with envy and a strong desire to possess it.
But then he realized that he would never go to the gym, so he immediately dismissed the idea.
He climbed back up and obediently let Fu Jingfan massage him.
Fu Jingfan's movements were very gentle, and the medicated oil that had been massaged in was working, so it didn't hurt as much as before.
Su Huaiming lay on the bed, idly looking at the night view outside, unaware of Fu Jingfan's expression behind him.
Fu Jingfan continued working, his eyes growing deeper, his thoughts drifting away.
The lingering sensation in my lower abdomen became increasingly clear, like a slow burning, making the whole area feel extremely hot.
He wasn't lying; Su Huaiming hadn't used much force in that kick, and it didn't hurt at all.
Mingming was only a fleeting moment, but it kept magnifying in his mind. Even through the fabric, he could almost feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin.
When Su Huaiming kicked, his abdominal muscles instinctively tensed up, and his toes were caught in the middle. When he pulled his foot back, it unintentionally moved slightly down along his abs. The touch was very light, but it felt like an electric shock. Even after several minutes, his abdominal muscles were still tense and he couldn't relax at all.