"Yes, that's them. There can be no mistakes. If you screw this up... you know the consequences!"
Qin Ke threatened the person on the other end in a low voice, his expression indifferent, as though he were handling some perfectly ordinary little matter.
"Keke, I'm coming in."
The instant He Shuqin's voice rang out, Qin Ke hung up, quickly deleted the call history, and tossed his phone aside.
When He Shuqin came in, he found his boy sitting obediently by the bed, waiting for him, seemingly no different from before.
He Shuqin inwardly reproached himself for suspecting Qin Ke. He pressed his boy down onto his stomach and lifted his shirt, revealing a bruise on his back where he had bumped into something.
He Shuqin had come to apply medicine for him.
As the cold liquid poured onto his back, the boy beneath him shuddered, but made no sound. He simply lay there quietly.
He gently massaged the bruised area. It hurt a little, and Qin Ke kept trembling. "Does it hurt a lot?"
Qin Ke shook his head.
He Shuqin was far too perceptive. Qin Ke hardly dared interact with him anymore, and had spent the past few days finding ways to minimize their contact.
He Shuqin said nothing more. He merely reached out with his other hand and, out of Qin Ke's sight, touched the phone he had set aside.
It was burning hot.
What had he been doing just now?
He hid the suspicion in his eyes and continued carefully massaging his back. "It'll heal faster if I work the medicine in. Bear with it."
"Our Keke is always such a good boy, isn't he?"
Qin Ke froze for a moment, unsure what He Shuqin meant.
Was he testing me? Or had he discovered something?
For a