After Accidentally Sending Empathy Dolls to My Four Top Donors - Chapter 8

“No,” Fu Tingchuan denied flatly, his tone steady. “It was Song He.”

“Ah,” Wen Leling began to fret. He sat on his knees with his legs pressed together, murmuring in a dazed, sticky tone. A faint red flush crept from his face down to the slight hollows of his collarbones.

It was not that he felt embarrassed for accusing the wrong person; rather, he belatedly realized that it did not matter who it was, they had all seen him completely.

His wide-eyed, clear green eyes could not help but show shyness. Wen Leling lowered his head, avoiding Fu Tingchuan’s gaze, while his brain whirled at high speed, trying to find a new topic.

Unexpectedly, after a brief silence, Fu Tingchuan added another blow. “You do not need to worry. He only changed your clothes and did nothing extra. The doctor and I were there the entire time; he did not dare.”

Wen Leling: ???

They were both there?

They both saw everything!?

Wen Leling was shocked. Stimulated by this unforeseen revelation, his face turned even redder, looking like a little cherry that could leak juice at any moment.

After a moment of frozen shock, he mentally chewed this bad news thoroughly and swallowed it. He would simply treat it as if nothing had happened.

He uneasily glanced at the curtains which were filtering a soft glow, fearing that Fu Tingchuan would expose more shameful details that would make him want to find a hole to crawl into. Without thinking, he looked at the clock and asked, “What time is it?”

Rather than possessing memories that would kill him with embarrassment, Wen Leling preferred amnesia.

Unfortunately, Fu Tingchuan did not cooperate. He turned a deaf ear and stared at him coldly, which Wen Leling found incomprehensible, causing his heart to twitch.

Did asking for the time really make him angry?

Wen Leling was completely lost. Not believing he had done anything wrong, he stared back at Fu Tingchuan blankly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Wen Leling counted silently. The clock on the wall was clearly ticking away slowly, yet he had the strange illusion that time had stopped as he engaged in a staring contest with Fu Tingchuan.

Four seconds.

Fu Tingchuan took the initiative to break the standoff.

He went out.

The door opened and then closed.

Wen Leling did not know why, but he did not ask. Hearing Fu Tingchuan’s footsteps grow distant and faint, he actually felt a lot more relaxed. He frowned and complained, “So temperamental!”

He enunciated each word, biting down hard on the syllables. His tone was a bit heated, his disdain mixed with a sense of grievance.

It was better that he left. Otherwise, there would be no end to the talking, and Wen Leling would have to constantly think about how to respond without getting into trouble. When the man suddenly went silent with a cold stare for no reason, Wen Leling had to keep his heart in his throat and hold his breath, constantly monitoring Fu Tingchuan’s movements to react accordingly. The tension was exhausting.

Wen Leling was truly annoyed, so he continued to grumble, “Such a difficult guy to serve!”

He got out of bed, wanting to find his own clothes to change into, and then see how he could escape.

But just as he opened the wardrobe, Fu Tingchuan returned.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wen Leling’s body suddenly trembled. A wave of panic surged in his heart, and both his hands and feet began to shake.

He wanted to hide inside the wardrobe, but if he were caught like that, there would be no way to explain himself. It was too late to get back on the bed, so it was better to pretend he was just wandering around the room.

There was a window next to the wardrobe. He moved two steps toward it and pulled back the curtains. When Fu Tingchuan closed the door and walked in, he happened to see Wen Leling standing by the window, gazing at heaven knows what.

He did not ask immediately. He placed the clothes on the bed before pressing closer step by step.

Wen Leling’s reaction was very genuine. He could not hide the stiffness in his face, with “fear” practically written on his forehead. His long-jointed index finger pointed out the window as he answered without being asked, “I, I am looking at the plane. Do you, want to join me?”

After speaking, his fingertip hooked slightly, and he kept his hand raised without lowering it.

Fu Tingchuan remained silent, looking at Wen Leling’s bare feet which had a few faint red marks. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, glinting with a soul-stirring, ghostly cold light.

Wen Leling felt as if the soles of his feet were stepping on a glacier. The cold made him desperately crave warmth, so he stepped on his right foot with his left, then swapped to step on his left with his right.

He lowered his hand and hid it behind his back. As Fu Tingchuan approached, he guiltily hunched his shoulders as much as possible, as if trying to hide his head and let others only see his thick, fluffy hair while ignoring his existence. However, he was caught off guard when he was hit by something that was firm yet soft and elastic.

It was Fu Tingchuan’s chest muscle, one piece of which was larger than his entire face.

It was just a massive slab of muscle.

Wen Leling was visually shocked. He trembled again and wanted to bolt, but Fu Tingchuan grabbed him and pinned him down, turning him around.

Forced to turn his back to Fu Tingchuan, Wen Leling felt he was in great danger. Panic surged through his body, leaving his mind blank. He could only think of struggling forward to run away.

Fu Tingchuan looked at him and calmly grabbed his wrists.

Wen Leling’s two pale, tender arms were pulled back to their limit, yet he continued to struggle forward relentlessly, his head unconsciously tilting upward.

Probably because he was using his entire body’s strength, his face turned flushed. Thin beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his teeth bit his lower lip until it was bruised and bluish. The grunts of exertion turned into muffled, indistinct whimpers, which sounded like, well, it was hard to describe, but it was very strange.

Fu Tingchuan’s expression turned solemn. His gaze flickered slightly, and he suddenly exerted force, pulling Wen Leling unexpectedly into his arms.

“You! Let me go! I was not trying to escape!”

Wen Leling was startled and blurted this out. His face was terrifyingly pale; he was truly terrified, without a hint of pretense.

Fu Tingchuan was definitely angry. There were only the two of them here, and there was no telling what methods the man would use to discipline him and make him behave.

What should he do?

“Do not move,” Fu Tingchuan said in a deep voice, his tone carrying a trace of suppressed emotion that was barely perceptible.

Hearing this, a row of “Do not move” commands floated through Wen Leling’s mind.

Fine, he would not move.

If he wore out Fu Tingchuan’s patience, it would only be worse for him.

Wen Leling stopped resisting. His hands were held and manipulated by Fu Tingchuan, crossed over his chest. Then he heard Fu Tingchuan say, “Look up.”

He tremblingly raised his head and looked at Fu Tingchuan with trepidation. The man’s features were naturally cold, leaving Wen Leling tongue-tied. He was about to bite his lip again, the one that already had teeth marks, wishing his teeth would behave and stop chattering, when Fu Tingchuan suddenly reached out a hand and pinched his cheek.

Wen Leling was startled, only to see that Fu Tingchuan also seemed momentarily stunned. He was a bit bewildered.

Coming back to his senses, he shook his head quickly. His rabbit ears also popped out, flapping along with the movement. He spoke indistinctly, “You, what are you doing? Let go of, my face!”

“It hurts!” He felt very aggrieved and was about to cry.

Fu Tingchuan’s expression showed clear signs of being touched, and there even seemed to be a trace of unusual warmth. Clearly, he had heard him and was present in the moment, yet heaven knows what he was thinking, he pinched the cheek twice more before letting go.

It was just completely nonsensical.

Wen Leling was a bit angry, feeling offended.

What did Fu Tingchuan take him for? A toy that could be toyed with at will!?

So soft.

That was Fu Tingchuan’s first thought when he touched the cheek. To be precise, the moment he touched that fair, soft, and tender skin, his mind went blank. Only one clear sensation remained: this face was truly soft.

The flesh was lukewarm, and the texture was much softer than imagined, like a ball of soft dough. It was so delicate that it felt as if one could squeeze out sweet juice sweeter than preserved fruit. A small, obedient, soft bundle. Those watery eyes looked beautiful when crying, and the whimpering sounds were pleasant to the ear, making one especially want to bully him until he looked both pitiful and cute.

The shirt did not fit well. The collar sagged downward, leaving the scenery of his chest completely exposed to Fu Tingchuan. Every piece of soft flesh on his body made one want to reach out and give it a pinch.

His throat felt dry. Fu Tingchuan wanted to look away, but his gaze crashed right into Wen Leling’s.

His rationality immediately returned. His eyes glazed over for a moment, flashing with a hint of helplessness. He hurriedly looked to the side, seemingly trying his best to hide the guilty thing he had done. After letting go of Wen Leling, he coughed stiffly twice.

Then, just as Wen Leling reacted quickly and was about to run again, he restrained him once more.

This time, he was caught by the collar. Not much force was used. Wen Leling felt it and stopped his resistance, but he did not relax. Instead, he became even more vigilant, staring at him tensely, fearing the man was only doing this to make him let his guard down, and fearing he would miss the next sudden shift in attitude.

They were in a standoff once again. One second, two seconds.

“The floor is cold. Let us go back to the bed to talk.”

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