Already Getting Handsy on the Second Meeting?

Bai Jin had spent the whole night on edge. Finally, at the first faint light of dawn, he could no longer fight off his drowsiness and fell asleep slumped against the headboard.

Not long after he closed his eyes, the man who had supposedly been sleeping 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 back of the sofa. His burning gaze lingered over the figure lying on its side in the room, tracing the waistline outlined by that position... and the pert curve of his rear. A glint flashed through his deep, inscrutable black eyes.

After looking Bai Jin over several times, the man merely swallowed soundlessly a few times and made no other move.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

His phone notification sounded. The man swiftly withdrew his gaze and opened it. After reading the message, he stood and began removing 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 obedient sleeping posture.

After holding back for a while, the man ultimately failed to resist. His fingers brushed Bai Jin's cheek with such a light touch that they would not leave even the faintest mark.

The sensation was simply too good. The man's fingers gradually grew bolder, sliding down from Bai Jin's cheek to the stretch of collarbone exposed beneath his collar, rubbing 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 long 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 soundlessly and closed soundlessly, as though no one else had ever appeared here last night.

Yet after the door shut, Bai Jin, who had supposedly been sound 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 against the passenger-side window, a million-yuan watch identical to the man's on its wrist.

Soon, a tall, familiar figure appeared. That person swiftly got into the car, and the vehicle silently drove away.

Bai Jin curled his lips and silently cursed, "Bastard," before turning back to the bed and continuing to sleep.

He did not know when he had fallen asleep.

When he woke again, it was already eight in the morning.

Today was Saturday. He did not have class, 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 on the bed without moving, his eyes meeting those of the man leaning against the doorframe and watching him with a half-smile.

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

After a night of rest, the man seemed to be in somewhat poor condition. His lips were a little pale, and his complexion was not much better.

Thinking of the scene from last night, when the man had dug out a bullet without anesthesia, Bai Jin quickly realized the root cause of the man's poor complexion.

"You have a fever?"

Lu Chengze raised a brow. There was another trace of amusement in his gaze as he looked at Bai Jin. "Mm. I have a fever, so I'm not leaving."

Bai Jin: "..."

Bai Jin lifted the blanket. He was still wearing the clothes from last night.

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

But he had guessed that this man was overly suspicious and might come back, so he forcibly gave up on 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 them for you."

The man's eyes remained fixed on Bai Jin, but he voluntarily stepped aside to make room. "Fine."

Thus, Bai Jin lowered his eyes, passed the man, and headed for the living room.

He opened his medicine box and rummaged through it for a moment before taking out a mercury thermometer and fever medicine with only two pills left.

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's not over 39.5 degrees, you only need one pill."

The man did not take them. "You take it for me."

Bai Jin did not want to get close to the man, so he came up with a lame excuse. "...I'll go boil some water for you. There's no hot water at home."

For some reason, he felt that the way the man looked at him today was several degrees more... blatant than the fierce, sharp gaze he had worn last night.

"You can take my temperature first, then boil the water." The man had already sat down on the sofa, his arms still spread over the backrest, looking like some lord waiting for Bai Jin to serve him.

He was practically begging to be punched.

Bai Jin: "..."

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

The threat was obvious, and painfully clichéd.

Bai Jin was nearly rolling his eyes internally, but outwardly he had to act terrified. He hurried over in two long strides.

Skillfully, he tucked the thermometer under the man's armpit. Then, with commendable courage, he grabbed the man's strong arm and ordered, "Hold it there."

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

Bai Jin quickly stood up and fled to the kitchen to boil water.

A sly smile tugged at his lips as he turned his back on the man.

To save time, Bai Jin only boiled two cups of water. He waited until the water on the stove had boiled before pouring it and coming back out.

The man was still holding the pose Bai Jin had told him to maintain, his arm clamped in place.

Seeing Bai Jin emerge, the man asked in a careless 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 took out the thermometer and checked it. "39 degrees. It's fine. The medicine should bring down your fever within twenty minutes. Hurry up and take it."

Only then did the man pick up a fever pill, toss it into his mouth, and swallow it directly, without even taking 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 lazily on the sofa, rushed to his side almost instantly. He covered Bai Jin's mouth with one hand, pressed him toward the door, and peered through the peephole.

After seeing who was outside, he opened the door and stood behind it, half-dragging and half-holding Bai Jin against himself 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 turned red beyond his control.

That bastard was already getting handsy on their second meeting?

Shameless!