bookrebus Chapter 469 Applying Medicine
Chapter 469 Applying Medicine
The fluorescent lights in the infirmary were glaringly pale, and the smell of disinfectant mixed with the mellow aroma of red wine fermented in the small space. Chu Ziyu sat on the edge of the examination bed, watching Lin Ci'an's back as he searched the medicine cabinet - the outline of his shoulder blades under his white shirt rose and fell with his movements, like a pair of butterfly wings dyed red by red wine.
"Take off your clothes." Lin Ci'an turned around with an iodine cotton swab in his hand, his voice cold and hard.
Chu Ziyu unbuttoned his soaked shirt slowly, the metal chest chain reflecting cold light under the light. He deliberately made his movements look clumsy, his fingertips "accidentally" brushed against the red nail tips that were swollen from being pinched several times, and he was satisfied to hear Lin Ci'an's breathing stagnate.
"Task three: destroy Lin Ci'an's cherished black notebook. Time limit: two hours. Penalty level -"
Chu Ziyu cut off the notification sound in his mind. He was too familiar with this mission - in the first round, the notebook that recorded the school aid plan designed by Lin Ci'an for the children in the orphanage was burned in public, which directly caused the blackening value to surge by 30%.
"Turn around." Lin Ci'an picked up the cotton ball soaked in iodine with tweezers, his voice colder than the tweezers. He glanced at the crisscrossing electric shock scars on Chu Ziyu's back, and his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.
Chu Ziyu knelt on the bed with his back to him, and the waist chain made a crackling sound as he moved. When the cold iodine touched the wound, he suddenly tensed his back, and the chain instantly cut into his skin, leaving a red diamond pattern on his waist.
"If it hurts, just scream." Lin Ci'an suddenly grabbed the back of his neck with such force that it seemed as if he was going to crush his cervical vertebrae. "Why are you pretending to be pitiful?"
Chu Ziyu chuckled, and when he turned his head, his lips almost brushed against the other person's wrist: "Your hands are shaking." He stared at Lin Ci'an's white knuckles, "Feeling sorry for me?"
This sentence was like pressing a switch. Lin Ci'an pushed him down on the bed, pressed his knee between his legs, and pressed the iodine-soaked cotton swab hard on the bite mark on his collarbone: "I feel sorry for you for not dying in the first round!"
As the disinfectant stung the wound, Chu Ziyu suddenly caught a glimpse of a corner of the notebook sticking out from the inner pocket of Lin Ci'an's suit jacket - it had a black leather cover and the edges were already fuzzy. It was the one that the mission required to be destroyed.
Chu Ziyu suddenly turned over and pressed Lin Ci'an under him. This action made the examination bed creak under the heavy load. He took the opportunity to press down the other's right hand with his knee, and deftly reached into the inner pocket of his suit with his fingertips.
"What are you doing?" Lin Ci'an's pupils shrank suddenly, and his left hand grabbed his wrist fiercely. But Chu Ziyu had already pulled out the notebook, and quickly opened the cover while struggling.
On the yellowed pages, the fairy tale characters drawn in pencil come to life: a little girl in a starry skirt tying a scarf for the moon, a teddy bear with missing arms teaching little dandelion to read. The date and name are marked in the corner of each painting: Little Grape’s 7th birthday wish, Ajie’s first writing anniversary...
The latest page is an unfinished line drawing: a boy wearing a bachelor's hat stands at the door of an orphanage, followed by a group of cheering children. The edge of the painting is marked with "a gift to the Stars' Home", and the date is today.
"Give it back to me!" Lin Ci'an's voice suddenly rose, his nails digging into the skin of Chu Ziyu's wrist. For the first time, his expression, which had always been at ease, showed a crack, and he was flustered like a child whose treasure had been stolen.
At the moment Chu Ziyu was stunned, the door handle of the infirmary suddenly turned.
"Ci'an? I heard a voice..." Chu Xiao's gentle voice seeped in from the crack of the door, accompanied by gradually clearer footsteps.
In a flash, Chu Ziyu did something that stunned everyone - he ripped open his shirt and stuffed the notebook into the underwear layer, with the metal chain just stuck to the edge of the notebook. This posture forced him to straighten his chest, and the ruby on the clip was squeezed deeper into his skin.
He leaned over to Lin Ci'an's ear and stroked Lin Ci'an's blushing face with his fingers, "It's a good opportunity to let Senior Chu see how you 'take care' of me?"
The moment the door opened, Chu Xiao saw this scene: Lin Ci'an sat on Chu Ziyu's waist, his white shirt disheveled and open, while Chu Ziyu lay on his back without clothes, his chest rising and falling suspiciously. The red wine stains and iodine on the medical bed sheet mixed into an ambiguous pink and purple color.