After Redeeming the Obsessive Villain Again (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 13

They spoke of going on a “date” immediately, but it was only after they finished lunch together that they took the car to the hospital.

The weather today was beautiful. Sunlight refracted through the sky, making the dancing dust particles look exactly like crushed gold.

The wheelchair was carefully placed in the trunk. Yan Yi half-held Lu Yinshen, letting him lean gently against him while his hand restlessly circled Lu Yinshen’s waist.

When Lu Yinshen noticed the hand on his waist out of the corner of his eye, Yan Yi said innocently, “I am just afraid Uncle might fall.”

Lu Yinshen merely smiled and did not refuse. Instead, he leaned naturally against Yan Yi’s lean, firm chest, and the hand remained resting on his waist.

Due to the privacy tint on the windows, the soft light did not fully penetrate the interior, and the air inside the car felt somewhat stifling. Yan Yi asked the driver to crack the window slightly to let the air circulate.

Sunlight spilled in from outside, landing on the faces of Yan Yi and Lu Yinshen like a golden veil. It was hazy and dreamlike; at a glance, they looked perfectly matched.

He tightened his hold on Lu Yinshen’s waist, looking at the face hidden within the beam of light, and chuckled softly. “Uncle, the sunshine is really nice today.”

His voice was tender, as if it had been finely ironed by the light, carrying an inexplicable warmth. His tone did not make it sound like a simple comment on the weather; rather, it sounded like a compliment to the person.

Lu Yinshen turned his head to meet Yan Yi’s gaze, his eyes trailing over Yan Yi’s cheeks, which were also illuminated by the sun.

He looked at him often: staring directly, looking down, looking up, or peering through monitors. However, he rarely saw him in such elegant, soft light.

Lu Yinshen knew well that Yan Yi was very handsome, but he suddenly discovered a tiny, silver-gray mole under Yan Yi’s left eye. It was very small and very faint.

Unlike the red mole on the web of Lu Yinshen’s own left hand, this mole was too pale. One would never notice it without looking closely.

Discovering it now brought a sudden sense of surprise, like finding a hidden treasure, which added a touch of mysterious charm to the young man.

It was no wonder a classmate’s older sister had asked if he had a girlfriend. Lu Yinshen’s pupils darkened for a moment, but his gaze did not leave Yan Yi’s face.

Yan Yi’s brows arched, and the dancing fragments of light were embedded in his eyes, making him look handsome and warm. His face appropriately flushed with a thin layer of red. “Uncle Lu, why do you keep looking at me?”

Lu Yinshen gripped his chin while his other hand tapped against Yan Yi’s Adam’s apple.

When they left the house, Lu Yinshen had put on gloves. Through the fabric, Yan Yi could not directly feel the temperature of his fingers, yet the sensation they brought was just as searing.

Lu Yinshen did not even shift his pupils; he just stared straight at him, his gaze lingering particularly on the charm beneath Yan Yi’s left eye. The tip of his tongue, hidden behind his teeth, moved restlessly.

He wanted to lick it. He wanted it very much.

Yan Yi’s expression was quite submissive and soft, yet the hand holding Lu Yinshen’s waist began to wander restlessly to other places, such as the waist and the abdomen.

There was a bit more flesh on Lu Yinshen’s stomach, making the texture particularly good. Yan Yi secretly enjoyed the touch, losing himself in it.

Lu Yinshen’s body grew somewhat soft from the contact. He leaned lazily against Yan Yi and did not stop him.

However, the hand that was not applying much pressure relaxed even further. The grip on Yan Yi’s jaw shifted from a restraint to a caress, inch by inch, until it reached the corner of his left eye.

Perhaps dissatisfied by the barrier of the glove, Lu Yinshen raised the hand that had been playing with Yan Yi’s Adam’s apple. His voice was low and hoarse, and his tone was commanding: “Bite it off.”

Yan Yi obeyed submissively. His thin lips parted, exposing his teeth and moist tongue to the beam of light and Lu Yinshen’s eyes.

In the bright sunlight, Lu Yinshen discovered another treasure: a canine tooth. There was only one, located on the upper left side.

Before he could observe further, the treasure vanished. The finger of the glove was taken into Yan Yi’s mouth; with a gentle bite, it slipped off and fell to the floor.

Bare fingertips replaced the glove, stirring within the wet, warm territory and focusing on stroking that canine tooth.

Lu Yinshen looked at him with a faint smile. “Do you know what else I want to do?”

Mindful of the finger in his mouth, Yan Yi did not speak, only looking at him with clear eyes.

As a string of saliva stretched between them, Lu Yinshen pressed a palm against the back of Yan Yi’s neck. He tilted his head up and kissed the corner of Yan Yi’s eye with the tip of his tongue.

He whispered with a smile, “I want to do this to you.”

Yan Yi’s dark eyes flickered for an instant before returning to a clear gaze. He said, “Uncle can do this to me.”

The red tip of the tongue did not let him go so quickly, bit by bit moistening the skin at the corner of his eye.

The hand Yan Yi had around Lu Yinshen’s waist tightened instinctively. He lowered his head, cooperating with Lu Yinshen’s licking.

The atmosphere in the car was heavy with intimacy. The driver kept his eyes straight ahead, daring neither to look nor to listen too closely to the wet, smacking sounds.

The car moved slowly through the streets. It was the morning rush hour, so the roads were crowded and somewhat congested. Fortunately, they did not waste too much time and eventually arrived at the hospital.

Because the two had a prior appointment, coupled with the influence Yan Yi had developed, they did not have to wait long to see the doctor.

The doctor’s name was Song Yaozhong. Nearly seventy years old, he was a titan in the field of rehabilitation. It was very difficult for ordinary people to see him.

Upon meeting the doctor, Yan Yi immediately handed over the various test results from Lu Yinshen’s previous examinations.

This was not Yan Yi’s first time seeing him. Previously, in order to change the fate of the villain Lu Yinshen, Yan Yi’s identity had been that of a hired caretaker. This allowed him to care for Lu Yinshen logically and facilitated his “advantageous position” to get close.

During that time, to help Lu Yinshen rehabilitate better, he had researched a vast amount of data and used his personal connections just to contact this doctor.

However, his stint as a caretaker was not exactly well-behaved; occasionally he would overstep boundaries, secretly engaging in suggestive acts with his employer.

Dr. Song pushed up his reading glasses. He focused only on the papers in his hand, ignoring the obvious marks of intimacy on the patient’s face. He asked, “Have his legs undergone surgery before?”

Yan Yi replied, “Yes.”

Lu Yinshen’s surgery had been performed by Yan Yi himself.

Dr. Song said, “Roll up your trousers, let me see the condition of your legs.”

Hearing this, Yan Yi lifted Lu Yinshen’s legs onto his own lap, gently rolling up the pant legs. The skin was almost translucent and the blood vessels were clearly visible, carrying a frail, sickly aura.

Dr. Song pointed at Yan Yi. “Pinch his knee.”

Yan Yi did as he was told.

Dr. Song asked, “Do you feel anything?”

Lu Yinshen said, “I do.”

His legs were not completely useless; there was still some sensation. However, this bit of feeling was not enough to support him standing up, let alone walking or running.

Dr. Song took a pen and began writing. “Alright, these are the exercises you need to do, and you must come back for a follow-up in half a month.”

He carefully explained various precautions. Yan Yi listened intently. Even though he had a photographic memory, he worried about missing anything and recorded everything seriously in his notes.

After finishing the instructions, Dr. Song took a sip of water. “That is all.”

Yan Yi thanked the doctor and pushed Lu Yinshen toward the rehabilitation room, preparing to do some training with the equipment.

Most of the equipment he had purchased for the home was still on the way and would take a few days to arrive, so for now, they could only use the hospital’s.

Still, it was a good start. Lu Yinshen would get better, bit by bit.