Husband, Let Your Husband Treat Your Illness - Chapter 22

Chapter 22

It was around eleven or twelve o’clock by the time dinner finished, and everyone had dispersed. Ye Mo obediently followed Dongfang Jin back to his room. Having rushed back from Japan, Dongfang Jin hadn’t even had a moment to rest before heading out to find Ye Mo, so his exhaustion was predictable. Now that he had finally found his treasure, his guard and tension dropped; he actually fell asleep while soaking in the bathtub.

Ye Mo walked in and saw Dongfang Jin lying in the tub, his slender body fully submerged in the water, his firm muscles looking even more charming under the glow of the lights. Ye Mo didn’t even realize how red his own cheeks were as he couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances. Unbeknownst to him, Dongfang Jin had already woken up. When their eyes met, Ye Mo finally felt shy and retreated out of the bathroom.

Dongfang Jin quickly tidied himself up, put on a bathrobe, and walked out. He found Ye Mo playing on a tablet, his gaze flickering wanting to look at Dongfang Jin but holding back, keeping his eyes fixed on the screen. “Mo, why won’t you look at me?”

Ye Mo’s face turned red again. He cursed himself in his heart: Since when did you become so sensitive to his body? Ye Mo, be calm! Calm!

Only after repeating the word “calm” to himself several times did Ye Mo manage to say: “I’m playing a game, stay over there.” As soon as Ye Mo heard his own voice, he wondered why it sounded naturally raspy.

What he considered a slight raspiness felt like a provocation in Dongfang Jin’s heart. Dongfang Jin’s mind began to wander with infinite fantasies triggered by that one sentence; right now, he wished he could just “eat” this little goblin up completely.

Sensing a storm was coming, Ye Mo quickly said, “I’m going to take a shower,” and scurried into the bathroom. He turned on the showerhead, washing away everything in his mind regarding Dongfang Jin so he wouldn’t think about that tempting body anymore.

Less than five minutes later, Dongfang Jin slipped in and wrapped his arms around Ye Mo. The two stood together under the showerhead as the sound of water ran over every inch of their skin.

“Mo. Are you finished washing?” Amidst the water vapor, Dongfang Jin’s voice sounded even more seductive. Ye Mo, whose mind had finally calmed down, suddenly felt all his sensitivities flare up again; his mind was filled only with Dongfang Jin’s shadow.

Ye Mo turned around and gave a response, kissing Dongfang Jin’s lips. Their hands moved everywhere, stirring every nerve. In the end, Dongfang Jin carried Ye Mo out; by that time, Ye Mo had already fainted in the bathroom due to Dongfang Jin’s “impact.”

Looking at Ye Mo on the bed with his hair still wet, Dongfang Jin felt a pang of heartache. As he watched, he became mesmerized. He placed a hand over Ye Mo’s heart, feeling the steady and powerful heartbeat, as if in this moment, the person before him truly belonged to him. Giving a light kiss, he pulled Ye Mo into his arms and fell asleep.

On New Year’s Eve, when Dongfang Jin woke up, he felt like there was a large heater beside him. He tested Ye Mo’s temperature with his forehead sure enough, he had a fever. Ye Mo’s lips were dry and cracked with a layer of dead skin, and his body was covered in sweat, making Dongfang Jin’s heart ache. “Water, I want to drink water.”

Dongfang Jin brought a glass of water to Ye Mo’s lips, propping up his head. Watching Ye Mo drink, he felt very satisfied. “Dongfang Jin, what happened to me?”

“You have a fever.”

“How could that be?”

“It’s likely because of the bathroom yesterday, so…” It would have been better if he hadn’t said it; as soon as he did, Ye Mo’s temper flared. “Did I or did I not tell you yesterday to go to bed?” Ye Mo scolded Dongfang Jin’s faults with a raspy voice.

Dongfang Jin apologized repeatedly; if he offended this “ancestor,” what would happen to his happiness for the rest of his life? “Mo, I couldn’t help it. Who told you to be so tempting?”

“So you’re saying it’s my fault?” Ye Mo looked at Dongfang Jin with fire in his eyes. After a period of silence, there was a knock at the door. Chi Yuan’s voice came from outside: “Xiao Jin, Xiao Mo, get up for breakfast.”

“Coming.” He looked back at Ye Mo and said, “Mo, I’ll go down and bring breakfast up for you. Be good.” With that, Dongfang Jin went out.

“Xiao Jin, where is Xiao Mo?” Asked this, Dongfang Jin didn’t know what to say. If he told the truth, he would inevitably be scolded; if he lied, his conscience would bother him. But thinking that Ye Mo was sick, he shouldn’t worry about such trifles. “Mom, Xiao Mo has a fever and is lying in bed.”

Chi Yuan looked at her son with an air of “disappointment in a failing student” and said, “What is wrong with you? He just got back yesterday, and today you’ve made him sick with a fever?”

Dongfang Jin honestly told the truth. Before Chi Yuan could even get angry, the old Master spoke up first: “Nonsense! A wife is meant to be cherished, not to be tossed around! Dongfang Jin, do you realize your mistake?”

“Grandpa’s lecture is correct.”

“You aren’t allowed to go anywhere today. Take good care of Xiao Mo. If Xiao Mo isn’t standing healthily in front of me by twelve o’clock tonight, you don’t need to spend New Year’s at home today.”

“Yes, I understand, Grandpa.”

After speaking, Dongfang Jin brought the breakfast Chi Yuan had prepared up to Xiao Mo. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the little ancestor standing up on his own. He quickly put down the breakfast and came over to support him. “Ancestor, why did you get up?”

“I need to go to the bathroom.” What an ordeal it was for Ye Mo to get up; the fever already made him physically weak, and on top of that, bursts of stinging pain came from that “indescribable part” behind him, making every step difficult. In his heart, Ye Mo had already cursed Dongfang Jin tens of thousands of times.

Ye Mo’s aggrieved look instantly stimulated a soft spot in Dongfang Jin’s heart. He picked Ye Mo up in a princess carry, walked into the bathroom, and set him down. Just as he reached out to pull down Ye Mo’s pants, Ye Mo stubbornly refused. “I’ll do it myself.”

In the end, Ye Mo wasn’t as strong as Dongfang Jin and was still controlled by his large hands. From the moment his pants were pulled down, his face flushed red, let alone having Dongfang Jin hold his “equipment” below and urinating under his gaze.

“Dongfang Jin, let go quickly, I’ll do it myself.” Ye Mo tried his hardest to hold it in so he wouldn’t urinate in front of Dongfang Jin, protecting his final line of defense.

Seeing Ye Mo’s straining little face, Dongfang Jin found him absolutely adorable and insisted on teasing him, holding on without letting go and even whistling. Under such teasing, Ye Mo finally couldn’t hold it and urinated. As if he had succeeded in a prank, Dongfang Jin waited for Ye Mo to finish, pulled up his pants, and washed his own hands. Dongfang Jin wasn’t paying attention and was promptly kicked in the butt by Ye Mo.

Ye Mo didn’t fare much better; after kicking Dongfang Jin, his weak body caused him to fall onto him. “Mo, you can’t just climb on me like this.”

Ye Mo hammered Dongfang Jin’s chest. “Shut up, hurry up and pull me up, I’m hungry.”

Dongfang Jin found that the words from Ye Mo he had the least resistance to were absolutely “I’m hungry.” He immediately helped Ye Mo up and supported him to the bed. “Come, this is the porridge Mom specially made for you, and she also brewed soup. Have a taste.”

“I’ll do it myself,” Ye Mo said, clearly still angry with him. Between the recent behavior and the “crimes” of last night, he was settling old and new debts, so he had some grievances against Dongfang Jin.

“Mo, I was wrong. If I don’t serve you now, my conscience won’t be at ease.” As he spoke, he brought the spoon to Ye Mo’s lips. “Open up. Ah~” Dongfang Jin’s eyes were full of loving concern.

Seeing Dongfang Jin’s attitude, Ye Mo couldn’t really argue and opened his mouth. “Mo, looking at you just now, is there something wrong… down there?”

“It’s fine, nothing is wrong,” Ye Mo said with a red face.

“It clearly doesn’t look right. Let me see.”

Ye Mo used all his strength to press down the corners of the quilt, not wanting Dongfang Jin to see that part. “Mo. Let me see, let’s apply some medicine, otherwise how will my life be in the future?”

“Whatever happens, happens!” Ye Mo was furious. It was clearly because of him that he ended up like this, and yet this man had the nerve to say such things; he really wished he could slap him.

Despite Ye Mo’s various obstructions, Dongfang Jin saw the area; it was indeed red and swollen. Dongfang Jin took out the ointment he had prepared and began applying it. However, at that spot, every touch sent waves of tingling through Ye Mo’s body. Dongfang Jin, feeling heartache for Ye Mo, was hesitant to apply pressure. “Dongfang Jin! Hurry the hell up, what are you dawdling for?” Under Ye Mo’s shouting, the ointment that should have taken one minute to apply took Dongfang Jin a full five or six minutes.

After finishing the medicine, Ye Mo continued his unfinished breakfast. “Dongfang Jin, what are your plans for work?”

“For you, I plan not to go out anymore and just work at our family hospital,” Dongfang Jin said while hugging his darling.

“Dongfang Jin, let’s open a hospital together!” Ye Mo said.

“What did you say?” Dongfang Jin looked at Ye Mo. “This matter isn’t that easy. Don’t think about it; I’ll work at home properly.”

“I don’t want you to give up your interests because of me.” Ye Mo looked at Dongfang Jin. “I know you like studying medicine and researching. If you give up taking on difficult and complicated cases for me, I’ll feel bad in my heart.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll do a good job. Stop thinking about it; the most important thing for you right now is to recover well, otherwise Grandpa will definitely turn me into a human specimen.”

Ye Mo looked at Dongfang Jin and said, “Fine, I’m just saying. I said I wouldn’t interfere with you, so I won’t. Whatever you want to do is up to you.” After speaking, he gave Dongfang Jin another kiss.

“You really tempt me too much, Mo.”

“Don’t mess around, I’m a patient right now.”

“I love you, Mo.”

“Mm.” Ye Mo held Dongfang Jin’s hand, stroking the lines on his palm, watching intently as Dongfang Jin smiled foolishly.