At the mention of the hospital, Jiang Xun had an inkling of what this was about, but he still asked what they were going there for.
Fu Yanli fastened his seat belt, casually pointed at his own right ear with his clean, well-defined fingers, then started the car.
Just as he had expected.
For a moment, Jiang Xun felt conflicted. He clutched the seat belt across his chest with a hint of unease and gave an awkward smile. "It can't be cured. My parents took me to plenty of specialists."
Fu Yanli kept his attention on the road, his voice rich and resonant. "We won't know until they've examined you."
Jiang Xun shut his mouth and said nothing more.
Winter days were short and nights were long. It was only a little past six, but the sky outside the car windows had already darkened.
On the drive to the hospital, the car was quiet. Unusually quiet.
In the past, Jiang Xun would have been unable to stand the silence and started looking for something to talk about, but he was in no mood for that now.
Ever since discovering what Fu Yanli had in mind, all he wanted was to stay as far away from him as possible.
Yet his gaze still strayed involuntarily to the side, studying the sharp, flowing lines of the other man's profile. He looked as detached from worldly desires as a monk, and everything he said and did was proper, restrained, and refined.
So why was his head full of filthy thoughts?!
A wolf in gentleman's clothing. That was exactly what he was.
Jiang Xun silently glared at Fu Yanli, then folded his arms and turned to stare at the streets outside, cursing inwardly.
Even the back of his head seemed to radiate resentment.
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