Chapter 46: Exclusive to Jinjiang  2/2

“……”

Suddenly, Song Fuzhi felt a lingering touch. Without saying a word, he stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

Shi Zhang also tried to stand up, but a cold gaze from Song Fuzhi nailed him to the spot.

“Don’t follow,” Song Fuzhi said.

Shi Zhang had no choice but to sit back down.

After a few minutes, Song Fuzhi came in with a first-aid kit. He stood above Shi Zhang and said, “Extend your hand.”

Shi Zhang felt a mixture of warmth and fear and explained, “I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I just thought it was a small matter, and I didn’t want to worry you unnecessarily.”

Song Fuzhi, applying ointment to Shi Zhang’s arm with a cotton ball, frowned and stopped. “You didn’t mean to? Everything seems so organized, planned, and deliberate.”

“In my opinion, if I hadn’t seen it, you probably wouldn’t have told me,” Song Fuzhi said.

This time, Shi Zhang remained silent because, indeed, he had thought it unnecessary. Having suffered more severe injuries in his childhood, during those years, there was no one to tell, so he developed a habit of dealing with injuries on his own.

“In the future, you should tell me,” Song Fuzhi said, looking down at Shi Zhang. “What do you mean by unnecessarily worrying? I have the right to worry about you.”

Shi Zhang’s heart warmed, and he nodded, saying, “Okay.”

Song Fuzhi’s tone changed, and he said slowly, “Since Professor Shi doesn’t care about his own hand—”

“Then don’t use your hand afterward; just use your eyes to watch.”

The words had a hint of meaning, and Song Fuzhi’s tone was casual but forceful.

Shi Zhang couldn’t help but smile and say, “As you wish.”

Song Fuzhi’s tone shifted again as he said slowly, “If Professor Shi doesn’t care about his hand, maybe you shouldn’t use it, even with your eyes.”

The words had a teasing tone, and Song Fuzhi’s voice was light but filled with strength.

Shi Zhang couldn’t help but bite his lip and smile, “I’ll listen to you.”

Song Fuzhi glanced at Shi Zhang, who was still smiling, and hummed, “Joking around. I don’t think you realize your mistake at all.”

“I do,” Shi Zhang hurriedly said.

Song Fuzhi sighed with a helpless smile.

Actually, Professor Shi’s thoughts were understandable. He didn’t want to burden others with his concerns.

But thinking carefully, from the time they first met until now, Shi Zhang had always maintained an impeccable image in front of him—gentle, knowledgeable, emotionally stable, like a superhero who couldn’t be hurt.

As the medicine seeped into the wound, causing a sharp pain, Shi Zhang instinctively frowned but remained silent.

Song Fuzhi saw the tensing of his muscles and couldn’t help but notice the hidden endurance in his eyes.

Perhaps not only did he need time to open up, but Shi Zhang also needed time for himself.

After applying the medicine, Song Fuzhi carried the first-aid kit out of the bedroom.

Because he was preoccupied with his thoughts, he hadn’t spoken much.

Shi Zhang had a moment of anxiety, thinking, “Uh-oh, it seems like Professor Song is really angry.”

Shi Zhang had no experience handling such situations and sat somewhat awkwardly on the edge of the bed.

When Song Fuzhi returned after putting away the first aid kit, he found Shi Zhang sitting solemnly and motionless on the bed, as if contemplating some profound question, like a dazed owl.

Song Fuzhi couldn’t help but smile. “What are you thinking?”

Shi Zhang answered without much thought, “Thinking about how to appease you.”

As soon as these words were out, the expressions of the two adult men couldn’t be maintained.

Shi Zhang was embarrassed, and Song Fuzhi found it amusing.

“Professor Shi seems a bit silly when he gets off the bed,” Song Fuzhi commented.

“Does that mean I perform well in bed?” Professor Shi’s intelligence gradually recovered.

Song Fuzhi glanced at him, took his time, and nonchalantly responded, “Hmm.”

The once luxurious bed now looked rather pitiful. The scattered petals at the head of the bed resembled fallen, pure angels.

Song Fuzhi just wanted everything to return to normal quickly. He lifted the corner of the sheet, similar to clearing the table after a meal, intending to use the sheet as a tablecloth, and with a swift motion, he planned to fold it and throw it into the washing machine.

When he reached the third corner, Shi Zhang grabbed his wrist.

“I’ll tidy up,” Shi Zhang said gently. “You go take a shower.”

“I’ve already started tidying up,” Song Fuzhi retorted.

Shi Zhang insisted, “It’s fine. I can handle it alone. Professor Song has worked hard for so long.”

Professors always said such things with a righteous air.

Uncomfortably, Song Fuzhi rubbed his ear, pouted, and reluctantly took the towel into the bathroom.

To be honest, if he could lie down right now, he definitely wouldn’t be sitting, and if he could be on all fours, he wouldn’t be standing.

The bathtub wasn’t filled with water yet, but Song Fuzhi couldn’t wait to lie down.

Outside, instead of immediately tidying up the bedding, Shi Zhang first picked up the scattered petals at the head of the bed, one by one, along with the stems, and neatly placed them in a bag.

Shi Zhang swallowed, then silently changed the sheets.

“Can I come in to shower?” Shi Zhang stood outside the bathroom and politely knocked on the door.

A voice with a smiling tone came from inside. “Is it even necessary to ask?”

The next second, Shi Zhang pushed open the door, saying, “The procedures still need to be followed.”

Before stepping into the bathtub, Song Fuzhi stopped him, frowning gently. “Arm, lift it.”

Helplessly, Shi Zhang obediently raised the injured arm and slowly entered the water.

The two were very close, and today, there was no foam to obscure the view—everything was clear.

But now, Song Fuzhi’s eyes were vacant, focused on Shi Zhang’s wound.

“The wound is quite deep.” Song Fuzhi frowned again.

Every time he frowned, Shi Zhang would feel a sourness in his heart—a subtle, dull ache.

But now, Song Fuzhi was worrying about him, and a sweet, sour feeling surged in Shi Zhang’s heart.

Pressing a kiss to the corner of Song Fuzhi’s lips, Shi Zhang reassured, “It doesn’t hurt. It’ll heal soon.”

Song Fuzhi coldly stared at him. “How is it possible not to hurt?”

Shi Zhang pursed his lips and blinked at Song Fuzhi, saying earnestly, “It probably won’t hurt as long as you’re here.”

“…”

Song Fuzhi gave Shi Zhang a punch.