Going Rogue! The Sickly Beauty Stopped Faking After Transmigrating - Chapter 7

Su An pushed Yu Feng away as if he were touching a hot coal, his earlobes turning a sudden crimson. “You… talk properly. What are you doing with your hands?”

Yu Feng straightened up. Seeing Su An’s shy appearance, he suppressed the urge to tease him further and spread his hands innocently. “You were the one who started the topic. How is it that I’m the one in the wrong?”

Su An tried his best to calm the heat on his face, stuffing food into his mouth while saying fiercely, “Eat! Not another word!”

Yu Feng smiled and said nothing, but he picked up his chopsticks and added a few more helpings of food to Su An’s plate.

After dinner, the two returned home. Following their conversation about Su An’s plans, Yu Feng had efficiently arranged for renovation workers to arrive the next day.

Once in his room, Su An began working on the design draft he had started earlier. Time slipped away unnoticed. Looking at the finished initial draft on the desk, he stretched his limbs and prepared to go downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Yu Feng, who had just stepped out of the bathroom after a shower, heard a loud crash from downstairs. Without pausing to dry his dripping hair, he rushed down.

Su An was slumped on the floor. The water glass had shattered, and water was splashed everywhere. Ignoring the wet floor, Yu Feng crouched in front of Su An. “Where are you hurt?”

“I sprained my ankle.” Su An’s vision was still a bit dark; it took a moment for things to clear up as a sharp pain traveled from his ankle through his nerves to his brain.

Yu Feng noticed that Su An’s knee was also scraped from the fall, with beads of blood oozing from the wound. Just as Su An was about to stand up, Yu Feng hooked one arm under his shoulders and the other under his knees, lifting him in a horizontal carry.

With a startled cry, Su An’s hands instinctively wrapped around Yu Feng’s neck. Feeling awkward, he struggled slightly. “What are you doing!”

Yu Feng held him firmly, not letting him move lest he stir up more restlessness. Too light. Even though he had held him once before and they had been nourishing him for days, Yu Feng wondered where all that food had gone.

“Don’t move,” he said, his voice low and raspy with a hint of danger.

Droplets of water from his wet hair slid down onto Su An’s neck and disappeared into his collar. The sudden coolness made Su An shiver. Realizing the massive disparity in strength between them, he simply buried his head and went still.

Yu Feng carried Su An into his own bedroom. The room’s style was much like the man himself: minimalist gray tones, yet overall majestic.

He placed Su An on the bed and reached for his phone to call Gu Cheng. Su An quickly stopped him. “Just disinfect it and it’ll be fine. It’s so late; there’s no need to call Doctor Gu over.”

Yu Feng didn’t answer but asked instead, “Did you fall just because you were careless?”

Su An lowered his head, not daring to meet his eyes, and explained in a small voice, “My vision just went dark for a moment, then it was fine.” He emphasized, “Really.”

Yu Feng sighed and didn’t force the issue. He turned and left the room, returning shortly with a first-aid kit. He found some povidone-iodine and began disinfecting the wound on Su An’s knee with very gentle movements. “Does it hurt?”

Su An: “No.”

Yu Feng gave him a flat look. Su An immediately changed his tune: “Actually, it hurts a little. Be gentle.”

Yu Feng exposed him: “If you can’t be tough, don’t try to be.”

Su An whispered, “It’s not like I’m a fragile doll.”

After disinfecting the knee, Yu Feng found an ice pack for Su An’s ankle. “Tell me next time you feel unwell. Do you hear me?”

“Okay.” Watching him, Su An felt a sting in his nose. It had been a long time since anyone had cared for him this way.

Back in the orphanage, there were many children, and the Director Mom couldn’t look after everyone. Su An had been sensible since he was young; if he got bumped or bruised, he wouldn’t trouble others, only hiding away to cry by himself. When people found him, he would put on a bright smile, acting like a carefree child. Only the smiling children get candy—that was a truth he had known since childhood.

As he grew older, his heart disease made him indifferent to most things. He did what he could and let the rest be; that way, his emotions wouldn’t fluctuate too much. When he was hospitalized later, he was lucky the people in the ward saw he was alone and treated him with great care, often bringing him homemade chicken soup and fresh fruit.

Over time, he seemed to have forgotten that he was once a child starved for affection.

Seeing him dazed, Yu Feng ruffled his hair. “Get some rest.”

Su An grabbed his sleeve and said softly, “Do you want to stay and stay with me?”

Yu Feng’s eyes turned dark and unreadable. “What did you say?”

“If you didn’t hear it, then never mind,” Su An’s face turned slightly red.

Yu Feng stepped closer, propping one hand on the bed and leaning in. As Su An watched the approaching face, his eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

“Su An, you’re the one walking into the trap.” Yu Feng stared at him intensely, his deep eyes making no effort to hide his burning desire. “I’m not a good person.”

“Mhm. I won’t run.” Su An pressed a fleeting kiss to the corner of Yu Feng’s mouth. His eyes were as shimmering as clear water. He could hear his heart pounding wildly. Love simply comes without rhyme or reason.

Perhaps it was merely because of the tenderness and concern the other gave him; he had become addicted to it, even wanting to receive more love and privilege from him.

Yu Feng stared at him, then suddenly pulled him into a tight embrace, a fervent kiss instantly stealing Su An’s breath. His long fingers buried themselves in Su An’s hair, forceful and indisputable.

At the brink of the breaking point, Yu Feng abruptly pushed Su An away, wrapped him tightly in the quilt, and headed toward the bathroom.

The sound of the shower reached Su An’s ears through the door. Su An covered his burning face, trying to cool it down with his cold hands, but it was useless. Listening to the water, he thought silently: Is Yu Feng… incapable?

Amidst these wandering thoughts, drowsiness hit. By the time Yu Feng emerged carrying a chill from the water, Su An had already fallen asleep with his face buried in the quilt. Yu Feng pulled the quilt down slightly, revealing the tranquil, sleeping face.

A shade of ink-like darkness reflected in Yu Feng’s eyes: Su An, you were the one who provoked me first. You’d better not think about running, or I will definitely catch you and lock you up.

The next day, sunlight spilled through the gaps in the curtains, gently resting on Su An’s face. He slowly opened his eyes, a lingering sleepiness in his gaze.

The spot beside him was already empty and cold; Yu Feng must have left for the office long ago. He got up and tidied himself, preparing to go to the hospital for his physical check-up today.

When he went downstairs, he saw another figure in the house. “Who are you?”