His hands were too cold, and he was sweating from nervousness. In comparison, Huo Tinglan's palms were dry and hot like fire, making him feel uneasy.
Taking advantage of the low friction of silk, Ye Ci slowly slid into the quilt and lay flat, with half of his face submerged. The edge of the quilt rested on his nose, revealing a pair of bright eyes.
He vaguely guessed that the big hands were harboring evil intentions, but he didn't want to believe it, nor was he willing to pull them away. He felt confused and was deceiving himself.
Ye Ci lay on his side, and in order to avoid an awkward posture, Huo Tinglan also half-lay against the head of the bed, holding the wet snow with both hands.
Ye Ci's hands were thin, with sharp bones, and they looked like a boy's hands.
But I don't know if it's due to the influence of omega hormones in the past few months, the thin skin is as tender as tofu, fresh and smooth as satin, and the five slender metacarpal bones are like bamboo supports under a paper umbrella, floating clearly.
Huo Tinglan had an upright look on his face. He just warmed it up, standing still and letting the pheromones blend gently.
After a while, the hand in my palm softened, I relaxed my guard, and my muscles were less tense.
Huo Tinglan calmly began to rub slowly, first the back of his hand and the edge of his palm, and then in turn rubbed Ye Ci's ten cool, kitten-like fingertips to help activate blood circulation in the extremities.
The technique was not intimate, as if it was simply to warm him up and pass on pheromones to him.
But Ye Ci lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling, and did not dare to look at anyone.
"Xiao Ci," Huo Tinglan suddenly spoke up, as if to divert someone's attention, "I want to make a request to you, is that okay?"
"What?" Ye Ci raised his eyes, "Sure, you, you go ahead."
That student-like and obedient nature is really itchy.
Huo Tinglan hesitated for a moment, then said gently, "I hope that when you encounter troubles or difficulties in the future, you can learn to take the initiative to tell me, let me solve them for you, and help you find a solution." He comforted Ye Ci's fragile self-esteem, "Seeking help from the right person is a manifestation of intelligence and resourcefulness, not incompetence, and..." He looked at him with pity in his eyes, but not pity, as if looking at a wounded, young eagle, "You are still so young, you have endured much more than your peers, but you have not been crushed, you are a very strong and brave person, and this will not change because you objectively need help... Do you understand?"
It was a very common truth. If someone else said it, Ye Ci would have ignored it, but when Huo Tinglan said it, he took it to heart.
"I, I understand... Uncle Huo." He nodded vigorously.
At the same time, delicate ripples appeared on the graphite silk.
As Huo Tinglan spoke, his steady and powerful five fingers, through the slippery sweat warmed up between their fingers, slowly slipped into Ye Ci's fingers, without wasting any time.
The palm lines overlap.
Ten fingers intertwined.
The pheromones dissolved into the sweat, effectively soothing Ye Ci's temporarily heated glands.
Warming hands and exchanging pheromones like this was too embarrassing and exciting, and Ye Ci struggled weakly.
"Don't think too much about what happened tonight and feel embarrassed when you go back." Huo Tinglan thought carefully, afraid that Ye Ci would be worried and feel more and more embarrassed when he went back. "You are my young master who I got the marriage certificate from. Half of this house belongs to you, not to mention a bed. There is no need to apologize to me. Besides..." He smiled, with a frank but graceful look, "You have slept on this bed, and I like it very much."
He used a gentleman's tone to speak nonsense, which was quite shameless. Ye Ci was confused, ignoring the fingers that were intertwined with his, and Gu Dong nodded randomly: "Well, I don't, I don't think about it..."
He was teased again without knowing it.
The central air-conditioning in the Huo residence is equipped with an intelligent temperature sensing system, which will automatically adjust the indoor temperature to the range that provides the highest level of human comfort. The current wind speed is just right, but Huo Tinglan seems to feel cold and has covered himself with a quilt without him noticing.
Maybe it was because his posture was too elegant and natural, so when Ye Ci noticed it, they were already lying in the same bed, with their noses close together, only ten centimeters apart. At first glance, they looked intimate and gentle, like a young couple who put their heads together and talked privately before going to bed.
Ye Ci's ears felt hot and he blinked frequently, not knowing where to look. But he did not hide back. Ten centimeters apart, the warm breaths of the two blended together in the small space.
The tip of the nose, lips, and cheeks are warm.
The hands are warm.
The heart is also warm.
Ye Ci's face became redder and redder.
They hadn't talked it out completely, and they weren't together, but he was ignorant and shy and let someone take advantage of him. He lay in the same bed with someone, and his hands were "warmed" until they turned red.
Is this...
No, something's wrong
"You always agree verbally, but next time you encounter something, you continue to be stubborn and don't tell me... You have to change this habit." Huo Tinglan's black eyes were full of smiles, and he used words to pull Ye Ci's heart like teasing a cat with a cat teaser. He was very bad, but he had to find a secret outlet for those boiling and dense desires like magma, otherwise it would be difficult for him to put Ye Ci back in one piece, "So this time I want to give you a task."
"What, what task?" Before the shame value reached the critical point, Ye Ci's attention was diverted again.
"Practice making a request to me once within a week," Huo Tinglan looked at him solemnly and said word by word, "Any request, as long as I can do it."
Ye Ci hesitated and did not agree immediately.
Take the initiative to ask people for things.
He had long since abandoned this skill.
The hard life made him mature prematurely. When he was young, Xiao Yeci knew that he should not make random requests. His mother was often short of money and had to be frugal in life, so he always practiced suppressing his desires and tried not to ask for toys and snacks to embarrass his mother. This was even more true when he grew up. He was a man and had to stand tall like a big tree and be his mother's support. He should be the one to solve her requests.
"I don't think I have anything... to mention." Ye Ci tried to find an opportunity, "Then I ask you to talk about it, talk about the topic..."
"It doesn't count." Seeing the child's dissatisfaction, Huo Tinglan sneered, "The final right of interpretation belongs to me."
In the end, Ye Ci still couldn't convince Huo Tinglan, and he agreed in a daze. The temporary fever gradually subsided under the soothing of pheromones, but when he climbed down from Huo Tinglan's bed, his legs were still very weak, and his pajamas and hair were messy, like a small balloon that was sucked flat without anyone noticing.
Making a request is simple for ordinary people.
I really can't think of any special requests, but considering the Huo family's financial resources, I can at least ask for an expensive gift.
But Ye Ci was stumped. Apart from getting into a good university, he really didn't want anything. As for the biggest difficulty he was facing right now...
That is Ye Hongjun's illness.
Birth, aging, sickness and death are sometimes beyond human control.
He didn't even dare to think too deeply about this matter. Most of the time, he deliberately kept this area of his brain in a numb state, not imagining what would happen if the only person in the world who loved him left him. Otherwise, he would be trapped in panic and anxiety all day long, and it would be difficult for him to maintain his daily life.
It was a Saturday afternoon, the heat was white-hot. There was a bench under the shade of a tree of the albizzia tree. Ye Ci sat under the tree, smoking with a heavy heart.
He was tired from doing the exercises, so he went downstairs to stroll in the garden to stretch his muscles. But as he walked, he remembered Uncle Huo's request to him, and then he thought of his mother's illness.
At the thought of this, his stomach felt heavy, as if a piece of lead was weighing him down, so he lit a cigarette. The more he smoked, the more upset he became, and the more upset he became, the more he wanted to smoke.
His cigarette butts were neatly arranged on the bench, looking oddly well-behaved.
He planned to throw away the entire pack of cigarettes after he finished smoking it.
Ye Ci sat on the bench with his legs apart, his elbows resting on his knees, holding a cigarette in one hand and fiddling with his cell phone with the other.
The patient group that Ye Hongjun added was quite lively at the moment. It was already 99+ after a few minutes of not checking the messages. Someone had posted registration information for participating in a clinical trial in country x. Several family members of patients were discussing visa processing and round-trip travel expenses. Ye Ci frowned as he looked through the information.
When Ye Hongjun first fell ill, he was extremely sensitive to these news. He has seen more and more of them in the past two years, and he has been disappointed more and more. He knows that most of them are really helpless, so they will try clinical trials with various unstable factors. If the patient is sent, it’s fine if it can’t be cured, but they are afraid that the patient’s constitution is weak and can’t stand the tossing, or that the adverse reactions will have the opposite effect. The most terrible thing is that you don’t know whether it is true or not, and how reliable it is. Some people in the patient group make money from this, claiming that they have channels to send patients to participate in some trials, and then collect a large amount of registration fees but do nothing. The patient waits until death but still doesn’t get the Schrödinger’s quota...
Ye Ci thought of that "request" again.
Maybe Uncle Huo has some solution? Is there some channel he doesn't know about? Or at least he can help him find out where there is a new treatment that is more promising...
My heart suddenly started beating violently.
Ye Ci was lost in thought, and hesitantly moved the half-smoked cigarette between his left fingers to his lips. Halfway through, his fingers suddenly became empty.
"!" Ye Ci was shocked. He looked up and saw Huo Tinglan standing beside him at some point, holding the half-smoked cigarette between his thumb and index finger, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Uncle Huo!" Ye Ci jumped up from the bench and tugged at his clothes in a panic. "When did you come back?"
He remembered that Huo Tinglan was not at home when he went downstairs for a walk.
Huo Tinglan did not answer. He lowered his eyes to look at the seven obedient cigarette butts "sitting in a row" and glanced at Ye Ci indifferently: "You are still addicted to smoking."
"It's not addictive, that's it," Ye Ci's voice gradually lowered, "I smoke it for fun..."
"Is smoking fun?" Huo Tinglan asked slowly, as if to verify Ye Ci's statement. He lowered his head slightly with dignity and took a puff of the half-smoked cigarette.
The filter was still slightly damp.
"I smoke, I've smoked before... You don't mind..."
Ye Ci felt as if he was on fire. He stared at Uncle Huo smoking the cigarette he had smoked before, and his forehead turned red all the way to his neck.
—It’s really fun.
The cheap tobacco choked Huo Tinglan and he coughed lightly, almost unable to suppress the curve of his lips.
"I don't mind you." Huo Tinglan shook the cigarette in his hand calmly, "Next time I catch you..."
“No, there won’t be a next time!” Ye Ci shook his head and waved his hands to express his attitude, wishing he could grow a tail to wag along with him.
Huo Tinglan opened his palm towards Ye Ci: "Anything else?"
Ye Ci blushed and politely handed over the remaining half pack of cigarettes and the lighter.
The cigarette box had been in Ye Ci's pocket for two days and had become wrinkled.
Huo Tinglan nodded slightly, turned and left.
Ye Ci stood there in a daze.
He didn't see clearly either.
But just now when Uncle Huo turned around, didn’t he…
Bending down and smelling the cigarette box
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