Already Getting Handsy on Their Second Meeting?

Bai Jin had spent the entire night on edge. At last, when the first faint light of dawn appeared, he could no longer resist his drowsiness and fell asleep slumped against the headboard.

Not long after he closed his eyes, the man who had been asleep on the sofa slowly opened his eyes.

The man silently sat up, one hand covering the wound on his abdomen while the other rested casually on the sofa's backrest. His burning gaze lingered over Bai Jin's sideways figure, tracing the curve of his waist outlined by the position... and his firm, raised backside. A glint flashed through his dark, unfathomable eyes.

After sweeping his gaze over the sleeping Bai Jin several times, the man merely swallowed silently. He made no other move.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

His phone chimed. The man swiftly withdrew his gaze and opened it. Once he had read the message, he stood and began clearing away every trace he had left in the living room.

Ten minutes later, the man stood beside the bed, looking down at Bai Jin, who lay there with an adorably well-behaved sleeping posture.

After restraining himself for a moment, the man ultimately failed to hold back. His fingers brushed Bai Jin's cheek, so gently that they would not leave the slightest mark on his face.

The touch was simply too good. The man's fingers gradually became bolder, sliding down from his cheek to the sliver of collarbone exposed beneath Bai Jin's collar, stroking it over and over...

A minute later, the man fastened the buttons he had pulled open. He gave Bai Jin's sweet, innocent sleeping face one deep look, adjusted the air conditioner, pulled over a thin blanket to cover him, then turned and strode away without another moment of hesitation.

The front door opened silently and closed silently, as though no one else had ever been here last night.

Yet once the door shut, Bai Jin, who had supposedly been asleep, opened his eyes. The honest, obedient look on his face vanished completely.

He slowly sat up from the bed, walked to the window, and looked down from the side.

A black sedan was parked downstairs. An arm rested on the front passenger-side window, a million-yuan watch identical to the man's strapped around its wrist.

Soon, a tall, familiar figure appeared. Then that person quickly got into the car, and the vehicle drove away without a sound.

Bai Jin curled his lips and silently cursed, "Asshole," before returning to bed to keep sleeping.

He had no idea when he fell asleep again.

By the time he woke, it was already eight in the morning.

Today was Saturday. He did not need to attend classes, and it should have been his favorite kind of day off.

But there was an additional, familiar sound of breathing in his home.

That was right. The stranger who had promised last night that he would leave soon had fucking come back.

Bai Jin lay quietly in bed without moving, his eyes meeting those of the man leaning against the doorframe and looking at him with a half-smile.

After a long moment, he gathered his courage. "...You, why haven't you left yet?"

After resting for the night, the man seemed to be in somewhat poor condition. His lips were pale, and his complexion did not look good either.

Recalling how the man had dug out a bullet without anesthetic last night, Bai Jin quickly realized the root cause of his ugly complexion.

"You have a fever?"

Lu Chengze raised his brows. The amusement in his gaze toward Bai Jin deepened. "Mm, I have a fever, so I'm not leaving."

Bai Jin: "..."

Bai Jin threw off the blanket. He was still wearing last night's clothes.

He had originally planned to change into comfortable pajamas before going back to sleep.

But he had guessed that this man was overly suspicious and might return, so he forcibly abandoned the idea.

As it turned out, he had guessed right.

Out of the professional ethics of a medical student, Bai Jin stopped three steps away from the man. "I still have two fever reducers at home. I'll get one for you."

The man's eyes remained fixed on Bai Jin, but he took the initiative to make way for him. "Fine."

So Bai Jin lowered his eyes, passed the man, and headed toward the living room.

He opened his medicine box again, rummaged through it a few times, and took out a mercury thermometer and the two remaining fever-reducing tablets.

He handed both the thermometer and the medicine to the man. "Here. Take your temperature first, then take the medicine. This fever reducer works very well. If it isn't over 39.5 degrees, one tablet is enough."

The man did not take them. "Take my temperature for me."

Bai Jin did not want to get close to him, so he made a lame excuse. "...I'll boil some water for you. There isn't any hot water at home."

For some reason, he felt that the way the man looked at him today carried a few more traces of... blatant desire than that fierce, sharp gaze from last night.

"Take my temperature first, then go boil the water." The man had already sat down on the sofa, his arms still spread along the backrest, looking every bit like an uncle waiting for Bai Jin to serve him.

He was just begging to be punched.

Bai Jin: "..."

Seeing that Bai Jin remained unmoved, the man leaned forward, pulled a gun from his waist, and tossed it onto the coffee table.

The threat was obvious—and painfully clichéd.

Bai Jin was practically rolling his eyes to the heavens inside, but on the surface, he had to pretend to be utterly terrified. He rushed over in a few large strides.

He skillfully tucked the thermometer beneath the man's armpit, then bravely grabbed the man's muscular arm and ordered, "Hold it there."

"Fine." This time, the man was quite obedient and did as he was told.

Bai Jin hurriedly got up and fled to the kitchen to boil water.

A sly smile tugged at his lips as he faced away from the man.

To save time, Bai Jin only boiled two cups of water. He waited until the water on the stove came to a boil before pouring it and walking out.

The man was still maintaining the position Bai Jin had told him to hold.

When he saw Bai Jin emerge, the man asked in a lazy, roguish tone, "It should be ready. Come take the thermometer out for me."

Resigned to his fate, Bai Jin walked over. Under the man's blazing gaze, he removed the thermometer and checked it. "39 degrees. Not too bad. The medicine should bring down your fever within twenty minutes. Take it quickly."

Only then did the man take a fever-reducing tablet, toss it into his mouth, and swallow it directly. He did not even take the water from Bai Jin's hand.

Bai Jin set down the cup and silently went to the bathroom to wash up.

Just as he came out after washing up, the doorbell rang.

Before Bai Jin could say anything, Lu Chengze, who had been lounging on the sofa, practically rushed to his side in an instant. He clamped a hand over Bai Jin's mouth, pressed him toward the door, and peered through the peephole.

Only after seeing who was outside did he open the door, half dragging and half holding Bai Jin against him behind the door as he let the people outside enter.

With both his hands and mouth restrained, his back pressed tightly against the man's scorching chest, Bai Jin's face uncontrollably turned red.

This asshole was already getting handsy on their second meeting?

Shameless!