Shen Siyi's eyes darkened at once, and the still-gentle smile at the corners of his lips quietly cooled. "Hate him... hating him is good. Staying away is even better."
He murmured the words, then realized he had lost his composure a little. Quickly making his smile more pronounced, he changed the subject. "Nianxing, I want to take a shower now."
Song Nianxing blinked in confusion at his words.
If I remember correctly, Shen Siyi's back is injured too. So, when he says he wants to shower now... does he want me to help him?
Isn't that... a little too intimate?
Although they had shared a very intimate night, he did not remember much of what had happened that night. But if he helped Shen Siyi shower this time, he would definitely remember what it looked like.
Yet refusing to help Shen Siyi shower seemed a little too heartless. After all, Shen Siyi had been injured because of him...
At the thought, Song Nianxing bit his lip in indecision, his delicate face the very picture of a dilemma.
When Shen Siyi still received no answer and saw that expression on his face, he could not help chuckling. He explained what he had meant. "I mean I want to go take a shower now, and you'll need to wait a little while for me instead of going straight to sleep, because I'll have to trouble you to help apply my medicine."
At that, Song Nianxing abruptly raised his eyes to Shen Siyi.
"Oh... is that what you meant?"
So... that was what he meant.
Realizing that he sounded somewhat disappointed, Song Nianxing felt the roots of his ears flush uncontrollably. Inwardly cursing himself for having anything to be disappointed about, he hastily averted his eyes with a guilty conscience and answered, "Okay, I... I won't go to sleep. Go ahead, Senior Shen."
Shen Siyi glanced at the tips of his ears and gave an amused click of his tongue, his gaze growing more teasing as he looked at Song Nianxing. "Oh... is that what you meant?" he mimicked Song Nianxing's earlier tone, then raised an eyebrow with a smile. "Why do I get the feeling that Nianxing was just... thinking something naughty?"
"I was not!" Song Nianxing's voice rose without his realizing it, but his bravado wilted in less than half a second. His eyelashes fluttering nonstop, he could only turn his head away and start tidying the medical kit on the table, mumbling indistinctly, "I wasn't thinking anything naughty. I wasn't..."
Shen Siyi stopped teasing him. With only an indulgent smile and a drawn-out "All right," he went into the bathroom.
But Song Nianxing had never imagined that helping Shen Siyi apply his medicine would be little different from helping him shower.
After his shower, Shen Siyi came out with only a bath towel wrapped around his lower body.
Scattered droplets clung to the smooth contours of his abs, gleaming with the multicolored luster of glass beneath the room's lights. One droplet slid down from his neck, passing over his muscular chest and abdomen.
Song Nianxing's gaze wandered along with it for a moment.
The instant he watched that droplet disappear into the towel-wrapped area where a few veins bulged, he turned as red as a cooked shrimp.
Shen Siyi's... even wrapped in a bath towel.
It didn't seem hard to see how outstanding his "endowment" was.
Then, thinking back to his own... Song Nianxing suddenly felt that their wild night had been a little unfair to Shen Siyi.
No! What am I even thinking?!
It must be because I've had too much stimulation these past two days. I'm getting muddleheaded.
Shaking his head, Song Nianxing secretly pinched the back of his hand, reminding himself to clear his head.
But when Shen Siyi sat down on the bed beside him, the moment the lavender scent of his body wash wafted into Song Nianxing's nose, his hands still involuntarily paused as he unscrewed the ointment cap.
"Nianxing?"
Only when Shen Siyi's puzzled voice sounded beside his ear did Song Nianxing snap back to his senses and squeeze some ointment onto his fingertip. But when he looked up and saw that one of Shen Siyi's injuries was on his shoulder blade and the other was... near his tailbone, he froze again, then began looking around for cotton swabs.
Watching Song Nianxing's expressions in the wardrobe's reflection, Shen Siyi could barely suppress the faint curl of his lips. Then he composed his expression and sighed. "Nianxing, if you don't help me put the medicine on soon, I feel like I'm going to catch a chill."
Hmm? Catch a chill?
Come to think of it, catching a chill really is quite a good idea.
Shen Siyi's eyes suddenly brightened.
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