"Why are you so certain Director Feng is perfectly normal, Mr. Pei?" Lu Yu narrowed her eyes, deliberately drawing out her words. "If he really were, why would his father have asked me to treat him? And why would that treatment have continued for so many years?"
Pei Yang was momentarily at a loss. "I..."
The veins standing out on Feng Wanting's arms as he pinned Pei Yang's wrists on those nights, the sweat falling onto his collarbones in the heat of passion, the almost uncontrollable panting in the dark-how was he supposed to tell Lu Yu about any of that? Pei Yang truly had no idea how to explain it to her. Beneath the table, he squeezed his palm.
Lu Yu smiled and went straight to the point. "Because you've had sex with Director Feng, and everything went very smoothly. Is that right?"
"..."
So direct.
Lu Yu showed no embarrassment at all as she explained, "I'm Director Feng's therapist. There are certain things I need to know."
"That's right." With the conversation already at this point, Pei Yang no longer cared about embarrassment. The cold air blowing down from the ceiling vent slipped into his collar and helped clear his head a little. He nodded. "We've done it more than once. I should have more of a say than you about whether he has a problem, Miss Lu."
"That's precisely the issue." Lu Yu's voice suddenly softened. "Director Feng only responds to you, Mr. Pei."
Pei Yang instantly went rigid, as though he could no longer understand what she was saying. His expression stayed blank for a long time. "...What?"
"You heard me correctly. That's the truth." Lu Yu took out a stack of reports and flipped through a few pages for him to see. "These are Director