After Seducing and Abandoning the Untouchable Beauty - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Solicitous Care

This was the first time Yu Weinian had seen Bai Yinqing like this.

Regardless of looks or temperament, Bai Yinqing was Yu Weinian’s perfect ideal type. And now, Yu Weinian was seeing a different side of him.

He felt an indescribable surge of excitement. Bai Yinqing, who appeared cold and indestructible on the outside—like an invulnerable warrior—was actually sensitive and soft on the inside, capable of dependence. This inadvertently revealed fragility made Bai Yinqing look exceptionally charming.

It turned out that Bai Yinqing also licked his wounds in private.

Perhaps he was enduring great pain at this moment, but this fragile and pitiful appearance made Yu Weinian find him unexpectedly sexy.

Yu Weinian sat back down: “I’ll stay here, okay? I’ll call the nurse in to take your temperature.”

Bai Yinqing let out a soft “Mm.”

The scenes and voices from the nightmare still lingered, just like every other time he had woken up from a nightmare in the past. Before, he would stare at the pitch-black, silent ceiling, oscillating between insomnia and exhaustion, waiting for dawn alone.

But this time, he received a warm embrace and words of comfort.

Even though it was the same nightmare, the treatment after waking up was worlds apart. Bai Yinqing had long been used to internalizing everything, even enjoying a form of self-masochistic torture because nightmares allowed him to stay awake and alert at any time.

He loathed anything that could control his mind and resisted becoming dependent or addicted to anything.

—Provided he had never tasted the sweetness of the latter.

Bai Yinqing looked as if his mind was wandering, though his face remained deathly pale. Yu Weinian reached out and placed his hand over the back of Bai Yinqing’s hand; it was very cold.

“Was it a nightmare?” he asked. “Do you want to sleep a bit longer?”

Bai Yinqing looked down at Yu Weinian’s hand. The fingers were long, well-proportioned, and distinct.

“No,” he said. “I won’t sleep.”

“Still worried about your grandfather?” Yu Weinian softened his voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. The nurse thought we were very close just now, and since you were asleep, she told me about your grandfather’s condition… You can rest easy. The surgery was successful. Medicine is very advanced these days, so don’t put too much pressure on yourself…”

“You’ve already done very well.”

For years, Bai Yinqing had stayed in Jingzhou, and the number of times he saw his grandfather could be counted on one hand. The next time he heard news of him, it was that his condition had reached the terminal stage. The vigorous old man who had supported his childhood had become a piece of withered wood lying on a hospital bed, a far cry from his memories.

He often wondered: if he had returned to A-City just once over the years, or if he had asked after the old man more often, would everything have been in time?

Bai Yinqing always felt he hadn’t done well enough. Since childhood, the education he received taught him to be strong, to be perfect, and to be so powerful as to be indestructible. Everyone, including himself, criticized him for not being perfect. But now, someone was holding him, saying with unprecedented warmth and tolerance: You’ve already done very well.

It was as if those things that were never permitted could finally be accepted.

A knock came from the door. Yu Weinian said, “Come in.”

The nurse and doctor arrived pushing a trolley. She took out a thermometer to measure Bai Yinqing’s temperature. Bai Yinqing instinctively moved his arm in a posture of slight resistance.

“Hello, let me do it.” Yu Weinian knew Bai Yinqing didn’t like being touched by others.

This time, Bai Yinqing did not resist.

Yu Weinian used an electronic thermometer. Only when the beep sounded did he take it out.

It was hard to describe Yu Weinian’s current mood. Previously, he had faked being drunk and sick just to win Bai Yinqing’s favor. But now, Bai Yinqing was actually sick, and he was the one looking after him instead.

A god-given opportunity—it seemed even the heavens were helping him.

Illness amplifies negative emotions. No matter how strong a person is, once they fall ill, their psychological state becomes exceptionally fragile, yet also most lucid. Any bit of solicitous care or concern is remembered deeply. Conversely, even a tiny bit of indifference is magnified countless times, making one feel more miserable and unable to forget it.

Yu Weinian could understand Bai Yinqing’s current cold attitude and reluctance to speak. After all, his family member had just come out of surgery; he wouldn’t want to talk either. All he needed to do was stay by his side in silent companionship.

Yu Weinian listened intently to the doctor. After a while, he interrupted: “I’ve measured it several times, and his temperature is just over 38°C. Fever reducers are quite irritating to the stomach, and he hasn’t eaten yet. I’m worried it might be bad for him.”

The doctor said, “Mr. Bai’s temperature is only 38.2°C; there’s indeed no need for medicine yet. To be safe, we can observe him first. If the temperature rises later, it won’t be too late to take it.”

Yu Weinian: “Alright, I’ll keep an eye on it.”

As Yu Weinian sat on the edge of the bed talking to the doctor, he didn’t look at Bai Yinqing, but his hand naturally rested to the side, his wrist gripped by Bai Yinqing. Perhaps unintentionally, his fingers occasionally brushed against the inside of Bai Yinqing’s wrist.

The air seemed to grow hotter. Only then did Bai Yinqing realize he had a fever; his body temperature was rising, and even his throat felt dry and itchy.

The nurse and doctor left the lounge.

Just as Yu Weinian was about to stand up, the large hand shackling his wrist suddenly tightened, making it impossible for him to break free. He turned his head, his neck and shoulders forming a beautiful, smooth line. He explained: “Your voice sounded a bit raspy just now. I’m going to pour you a glass of water.”

Bai Yinqing looked at him.

It was as if Yu Weinian knew what Bai Yinqing was thinking and what he was worried about. He provided unconditional security, saying, “I won’t leave. I will stay here and accompany you the whole time.”

Only then did Bai Yinqing let go.

Once Yu Weinian left, the room felt exceptionally empty and silent. The quieter it was, the easier it was for thoughts to become restless. The delicate sensation in his palm lingered; Yu Weinian’s skin was soft, warm, and had just the right amount of boniness.

Bai Yinqing uncontrollably recalled the photos Yu Weinian had sent him. When he closed his eyes, the images became even clearer.

He should take his medicine, yet paradoxically, he didn’t want to. His sex addiction made him produce uncontrollable desires frequently; an unbearable heat seeped through his skin and flowed through his veins.

Bai Yinqing tried to use willpower to suppress this restlessness. However, due to drug abuse and frequent suppression, his long-restrained desires were like a spring compressed to its limit, returning with doubled force.

Faint panting echoed in the empty room. He gave up and reached for his medicine, but suddenly saw the jacket left on the edge of the bed.

It was Yu Weinian’s jacket.

The thin jacket emitted a faint fragrance, a scent similar to grass and tea. Bai Yinqing gazed at it for a moment, then reached out to take it. At first, he just sniffed it gently, but finally, as if he could no longer endure it, he buried his face deep within it.

The thin layer of fabric seemed to still retain Yu Weinian’s body temperature. The intimate scent gave Bai Yinqing a wave of satisfied pleasure throughout his body, yet he greedily craved more.

Bai Yinqing was wary of anything that would make him addicted. But now, his long-suppressed desire was rarely satisfied; the overly comfortable stimulation gave him a dizzying sense of intoxication, and eventually, he fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Yinqing was awakened by the high heat.

The moment he opened his eyes, a stinging red light hit his vision. His breath hitched—it was just the light of an ambulance outside.

Bai Yinqing lay on the bed in a daze. Outside the window was an endless night, and the room was empty except for him.

Yu Weinian was gone.

Bai Yinqing wasn’t surprised. He knew Yu Weinian wouldn’t stay, and he knew Yu Weinian’s interest in him was just a whim. He didn’t believe such a person could be sincere, nor did he believe in the truth of Yu Weinian’s words.

The burning sensation from the fever was nothing. Bai Yinqing lay calmly for a moment and was about to get up when soft footsteps came from the door. A thin beam of light shone through the crack, followed by a flood of brightness.

Yu Weinian was holding a thermos bowl. Seeing that Bai Yinqing was awake, he used his shoulder to flick on the light.

“You’re awake?” Yu Weinian said. “Just in time. Drink this chicken soup first. Your grandfather woke up just now, but he fell back asleep immediately…”

Yu Weinian pulled a chair to the bedside. He took out a small bowl and began portioning the chicken into it. An unignorable gaze remained fixed on him. He looked up: “Why are you looking at me?”

Bai Yinqing: “You didn’t leave?”

“What?” Yu Weinian tilted his head. “I came back from pouring you water and found you asleep. I figured you were too cold since you were using my jacket as a blanket. I turned up the AC a bit and thought you hadn’t eaten, so I went to buy you some food.”

“The hospital kitchen happened to be stewing chicken soup. I wasn’t at ease, so I stayed and watched the whole process.”

Bai Yinqing: “You stewed this?”

“Sort of? I finished the stewing part.” Yu Weinian brought the small bowl over. “Try it; the taste should be okay.”

Bai Yinqing lowered his eyes. Yu Weinian’s knuckles and the back of his hand had various red marks, looking like they had been scalded. He seemed to be dazing out, so he didn’t react. It wasn’t until Yu Weinian brought the spoon to his lips that he slowly looked up.

“Would you do this for anyone who gets sick?”

As Bai Yinqing said this, the black hair on his forehead was blown up. His face was cold, but his eyes were extremely deep, staring straight at Yu Weinian. In the dim light, he looked somewhat unsettling, like a malevolent spirit locking onto its prey.

Yu Weinian fed the chicken soup into Bai Yinqing’s mouth without allowing any argument. He chuckled softly: “What do you mean ‘this’? Feeding them bite by bite like this?”

Bai Yinqing’s teeth were hit by the spoon: “Mm.”

“You think everyone is like you? So hard to chase,” Yu Weinian said. “Whether you believe it or not, this is truly the first time I’ve been so invested in someone, let alone going into a kitchen. The kitchen in my house is just a decoration; I’ve never stepped foot in it.”

This, Bai Yinqing believed. He had been to Yu Weinian’s apartment before; the kitchen indeed showed no signs of use. Furthermore, this feeding technique didn’t look practiced either.

“Bai Yinqing, I know you don’t believe me, and I can understand why.”

Yu Weinian’s voice always sounded languid and casual, but when he spoke seriously, it always gave an illusion of deep affection. “I indeed had a bit of a chaotic past and have been in many relationships, but that’s just my past. I was young and didn’t know better back then; dating was just for fun. It wasn’t until I met you that I discovered what true liking is.”

“You are different from all of them.”

“You are special, and to me, you are a unique existence.” Yu Weinian put down the bowl and utensils and looked deeply into Bai Yinqing’s eyes. He was very good at saying sweet words and always knew what the person being pursued wanted to hear. “Even if you don’t agree, I will always like you.”

“I will never give up.”

Bai Yinqing pursed his thin lips, his gaze seeming to go blank for an instant. His face under his black hair was pale, and his eyes were as deep and thick as the night. After a long while, he murmured the word:

“Always.”

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