Before Shang Shujue could finish speaking, Song Yanqing grabbed him with his long arm and pinned him down again.
Shang Shujue was stunned for a moment before realizing she had fallen into a trap. Just as she was about to struggle, she heard the devilish rogue whisper.
" A-Jue, if you overturn me now, I'll die right here."
"..."
Looking at Song Yanqing's pale, handsome face covered in sweat, Shang Shujue felt the words of anger instantly stuck in his throat, and he suppressed the urge to struggle and hit him.
[Damn it! This bastard actually dared to threaten me like this?! Does he think I'm a threat?! Damn it! He can only threaten me! He's definitely my nemesis! He deserves a beating! And he's really unlucky! (⩌⤚⩌)]
The group, who were hesitating whether to come up and eavesdrop, heard Shang Shujue's thoughts again and became even more excited. What threat? Who is threatening whom? What happened? I'm so worried Σ(°ロ°)
"Pfft..."
Upon hearing Shang Shujue's thoughts, Song Yanqing couldn't help but smile. Shang Shujue, unaware of the reason, angrily turned and bit his wrist. He groaned, and the other party released his grip, but still left a clear tooth mark.
What are you laughing at? Are you out of your mind?
Shang Shujue shifted his position slightly, ensuring his back and waist were flat against the bedding to avoid the discomfort of lying with one side higher than the other. He stopped struggling, claiming he was too lazy to argue with the injured about such trivial matters.
Song Yanqing suddenly leaned down, and Shang Shujue turned his head away in a panic, afraid that he would go crazy and kiss him again. When this guy went crazy, his kissing skills were terrible, and his lips were still sore.
" A-Jue, you like me."
As he turned his head, the kiss landed on his sensitive earlobe. His hot breath and deep words reached his ear and flowed into his heart, making his heart race.
"You're talking nonsense! Even if I, Shang Shujue, liked a dog, I wouldn't like a bastard like you, Song Yanqing! Stop daydreaming! Let go of me right now!"
Shang Shujue felt flustered and almost reflexively refuted him, but she didn't dare to look him in the eye while she spoke, her heart pounding in her throat.
"I heard from a psychologist that when people's thoughts are guessed, they always immediately refute it; no one is an exception. So, you like me, right?"
Song Yanqing pinched Shang Shujue's chin, making him look at him, and as he spoke, the excitement and joy in his eyes almost overflowed.
"Like you my foot! I just..."
Shang Shujue's stubbornness was once again silenced by Song Yanqing's kiss. This time, his kiss was gentle and lingering, whether he wanted to replace the other's unpleasant experience or was simply happy...
Shang Shujue's eyes widened, his mind blank, and he was speechless. Song Yanqing's kiss lasted only a short while before he stopped.
His breathing was erratic, and his voice was hoarse, but he seemed to have no strength left. Before he fainted, he whispered in Shang Shujue's ear, " A-Jue... but I like you so much... I've liked you for so many years..."
Then he fainted, leaving Shang Shujue alone to face the crushing weight of him and the sudden confession, completely bewildered and at a loss for what to do. It took him a long time to come to his senses...
"Damn it! Song Yanqing, don't faint yet, what do you mean... wait, why are you so hot?! You have a fever again? Damn! Your back is covered in blood! You can really hold it in, you repressed pervert! I must have owed you something in my past life--"
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" Doctor Zhang, thank you so much for calling you over at this hour. Shall I treat you to breakfast?"
Shang Shujue glanced at the time and realized it was already 5:30, time for breakfast. He felt a little guilty and wanted to invite Doctor Zhang to breakfast, but was refused.
"Oh, no need. Young Master Shang, just take good care of the patient. His wounds can't reopen, and he can't have another fever. And you two shouldn't fight over every little thing..."
Doctor Zhang had already guessed from Shang Shujue's thoughts that the young couple had a quarrel, so when he heard Shang Shujue's words, he didn't say anything, but just gave him some advice.
"Keep changing this IV drip like this for a while... Once it's almost finished, call the nurse stationed at the training camp to remove the needle. She'll be on duty by then."
" Doctor Zhang, I understand, but you seem to have misunderstood. He and I aren't in that kind of relationship..."
Shang Shujue felt a little uncomfortable because Doctor Zhang misunderstood his relationship with Song Yanqing, so he couldn't help but explain. However, he suddenly remembered Song Yanqing's confession halfway through his explanation and couldn't finish it. He was feeling very complicated.
"Alright, alright, you young people always drag things out when you're dating. You're already together but you're too embarrassed to admit it. I'm leaving, I need to go to the hospital in a bit."
Doctor Zhang glanced at Shang Shujue, then at Song Yanqing, but didn't take his words to heart. He simply smiled and turned to leave, with Shang Shujue seeing him off.
After returning, Shang Shujue sat on a chair by the bed, his gaze sweeping over Song Yanqing's face before settling on the back of his hand with the needle in it.
He reached out and touched it; it was as cold as he had imagined, so he carefully grasped it and warmed it.
" Song Yanqing Song Yanqing, you jerk, you're so annoying! What kind of nice guy confesses his love like you, fainting right after? I wasn't prepared at all..."
After muttering to himself for a while, Shang Shujue suddenly realized why Song Yanqing had suddenly gone crazy: this guy had always secretly liked him.
But she didn't dare tell him, afraid he would hate her. So after he discovered her little secret, she assumed he already hated her, which is why she acted so crazy...
The image of Song Yanqing going crazy flashed through Shang Shujue's mind—aggressive and possessive, sexy and charming—and he felt a blush creep up his face.
Cough cough... That jerk was actually pretty cool just now... cough cough... But he never said he wanted to be with him...
He needs some time to adjust... otherwise he really won't be able to get over that mental hurdle...
Thinking this, Shang Shujue put Song Yanqing's hands, which had been warmed a little, back into the blanket, glanced up at the door, and saw that it was closed.
After looking away, he bought a lot of resources on the app, downloaded and reposted them successfully, and then put on his headphones and started watching.
He was watching short videos with a very warm and ambiguous atmosphere...
[Host! You can check it out tonight. Nuomi has detected some new gossip here, do you want some?]
Shang Shujue had just read the beginning: two handsome young men walked home hand in hand.
One person feeds the cat, another arranges the flowers they brought back in a vase, and then they eat together...
Come on over! I'm in for some gossip! Whose gossip is it?!
Shang Shujue thought this was like a movie, and it was indeed a bit long, so he decisively exited. Once his phone was closed, he became a melon-eating weasel in a melon patch, and he was overjoyed.
After Shang Shujue's overwhelming burden of karma, Nuomi's gossip-eating mechanism was reformed. Instead of automatically detecting gossip three times a day, it became spontaneously appearing only once a day, and once missed, the opportunity would not accumulate.
Shang Shujue felt a pang of regret, but after that, he realized it was all worth it. Otherwise, the karmic consequences would be too great, and he wouldn't be able to bear the random Karmic Punishment.
Those who had heard the whispers, including Yu Zeqi who had brought breakfast, slowed down and listened intently as Shang Shujue shared his gossip. Whose gossip was it this time?