"Can you really do it? Do you think you can?"
"Fu Yanci, how am I supposed to believe you?"
Pressing both hands against the bed, Chi An pushed himself free of Fu Yanci's embrace and caught his chin with one hand. "Look at me. Are you truly willing to have this illness cured?"
Fu Yanci's gaze lingered on Chi An's face, his eyes full of longing and tenderness. Chi An's words replayed in his mind, and his gaze gradually grew heated, unfamiliar emotions surging in his eyes.
Propping himself up on one elbow, he wrapped his other arm securely around Chi An's waist and held him firmly in his embrace. "I am."
"Then would you be willing to be my doctor?"
Moving Chi An's hand away from his chin, Fu Yanci closed his eyes and pressed the tip of his nose against Chi An's jaw, wanting to bury his whole body in Chi An's arms.
"Of course," Chi An said.
The solution he had racked his brains to come up with had not been in vain; Fu Yanci had not let him down. From this day forward, he would have Fu Yanci enter the public eye in an entirely new state.
A partner's excessive possessiveness might scare most people, but he, Chi An, was different. How was personally pulling his partner out of his pathological state not proof of his own ability?
It was not a matter of not daring, only of not trying hard enough. As long as he wanted it, Fu Yanci would definitely recover.
"Starting tomorrow, you aren't allowed to call me your wife anymore, and you have to control your temper," Chi An said. "These are just your initial tasks. I hope you won't disappoint me."
"Be good. I believe you can do it, right?"
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