You Que finally went upstairs carrying a medicine box with Sang Ya. Fei Wen and the others saw this but didn't ask any questions. They just stood by with their arms folded and smiled playfully, as if they had already tacitly agreed that the two of them had done something shameful.
Sang Ya's back was in a horrible state, and a few more scars didn't seem to be a big deal. After all, a strong military woman wouldn't care about such minor injuries. But he insisted on leading You Que to the room, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Coming to the bedroom upstairs again, it was tidied up again compared to the chaotic scene last time. You Que stood at the door with a heavy medicine box in one hand, and saw Sang Ya sitting by the bed and unbuttoning his clothes. He sighed at first, and then had a headache.
You Que gently kicked the door open and walked into the room, then closed the door behind him: "You have a back injury, why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
Sang Ya paused in his unbuttoning action when he heard that. He looked up and saw You Que looking at him disapprovingly, with a serious expression. He turned his head away and took off his shirt: "Don't you know now?"
Sang Ya didn't want Chong to see the scars on his back, and even more so didn't want You Que to see them. However, these wounds were indeed difficult to treat. He didn't pay attention when he took a shower yesterday and soaked them in water, so they haven't healed yet.
Looking once is the same as looking twice. He seemed to be in a desperate mood in front of You Que.
You Que walked forward and sat on the bedside, gently brushing aside Sang Ya's hair on his back, and paused when he saw the two hideous old wounds. He wanted to ask, but felt that Sang Ya would not tell him, so he only checked the new wound caused by the vase fragments yesterday.
You Que frowned: "The cut is quite deep, let's go to the hospital for stitches."
You Que ignored it, thinking that the question was inexplicable. Sang Ya was already so badly injured, there was nothing shameful about him helping to apply medicine.
You Que doesn't seem to have the sense of male superiority and female inferiority. He didn't get angry when he was bitten by him yesterday, but today he came up to me when I asked him to apply medicine. If it were any other male insect, this would never happen.
You Que thought he was in pain, so he moved more gently: "Just bear with it for a while."
Sanya adjusted his posture calmly, almost sitting on You Que's legs. He put his hands around You Que's waist, his possessiveness already showing, and asked in an ambiguous way, "Has a bug ever sat in your arms like this before?"
Sang Ya waited for a long time but heard no movement. Finally, he turned around to look at You Que, only to see him staring at his back in a trance. His eyes darkened and he asked in an emotionless voice, "Why, do you think these injuries are so ugly that you can't do it?"
In this ambiguous relationship, it is difficult to say who is more proactive, but neither of them refuses this bit of stingy warmth.
Sanya suddenly asked, "Don't you think it's embarrassing to apply medicine to a female insect?"
You Que was so angry at his question that he laughed: "What do you think?"
You Que thought, nonsense, Sanya was so nervous yesterday, how could he calm her down without lying? He patted his legs and said, "Lie down, it won't be so ugly after applying the medicine."
There is too much water in these words, and it's obvious that they are just trying to coax children.
As he was speaking, he had already unscrewed the medicine bottle in his hand, but a cold body appeared silently in his arms, and he couldn't help but pause.
Sanya said lazily: "If you don't want to sew it, just apply some medicine."
Sang Ya thought that there shouldn't be any. When You Que was at work, countless female drinkers flirted with him every day, but he ignored all of them. Except for that day when he pushed himself against the wall in the cubicle and used his hands to get wild, he was quite serious at other times.
You Que didn't move. It was the first time he saw a bug that loved to destroy its own body so much.
You Que opened the medicine box, ran his fingertips over the bottles and jars inside, took out a bottle of disinfectant and asked, "Scars are ugly. Are there any beautiful scars in the world?"
Sanya had slipped into Youque's arms without him noticing. He rested his chin on the male insect's shoulder, and his nose was filled with the faint smell of pheromones. He vaguely remembered that the male insect had held him like this yesterday. He closed his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it okay to apply the medicine like this?"
Sang Ya narrowed his narrow eyes when he heard this: "So you were lying to me yesterday when you said it wasn't ugly?"
You Que hugged the thin body, thinking that most female insects were as strong as Feiwen, so why was Sanya so thin? He maintained that posture and slowly wiped the wound with a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant. Sanya couldn't help but shivered slightly because it was too cold.
This male insect may be special to me.
You Que stretched out his hand and pressed the female insect against his leg. Seeing the wound on her back, he did not dare to use too much force. He said in a low voice that did not allow for rebuttal: "Lie down well and don't move."
Sangya felt a little cold and a little painful, and maybe she would feel better if she hugged Youque.
Sang Ya realized something belatedly, and this realization satisfied a secret emotion in his heart. He gently slid his fingertips across You Que's throat and said in a low voice, "That's right. You are not allowed to let other female insects sit in your arms in the future. Do you hear me?"
You Que said nothing and looked at him deeply: "Even if you are my boss, you can't be so lenient, right?"
Sanya: "Who can take care of you then?"
You Que retracted his gaze: "No one can control me."
This is true; he has been disobedient since he was young.
You Que said, then he changed a bottle of waterproof ointment from the medicine box and continued to apply the ointment to Sanya, to prevent the wound from getting infected when he took a shower at night. "You should have told me when I left yesterday. It would be less likely to get infected if we treated it earlier."
Unexpectedly, his words gave Sanya an opportunity to catch him. He raised his eyelids and asked, "What did you do yesterday?"
Sang Ya knew the situation in You Que's family. There was no female father or male father, and his daily routine was very regular. Yesterday, she heard from the cleaning staff that You Que left in a hurry at dusk, which was very suspicious.
Sanya curled her lips slightly: "Did he go to meet his lover in private?"
Although he was laughing when he said this, he could not hide the danger. The whole bar knew that Sang Ya had some unclear feelings towards You Que. He had been staring at him for so long and still hadn't figured out how to start. If he was taken away by a wild cat outside, it would be really... interesting.
You Que knew at a glance that Sanya was imagining things, and denied it calmly: "No, I took a relative home."
Sanya: "What relatives?"
You Que: "An old man."
After hearing this, Sang Ya finally stopped asking questions and turned his attention to his back. You Que was very careful in applying the medicine, but because the wounds were near the shoulder blades, Sang Ya always felt a stinging pain like his flesh was being cut. Before he knew it, he was sweating profusely and his face turned pale.
You Que felt as if he was holding a pitiful animal in his arms. Every time he touched the wound, the animal would tremble in pain and then try to curl up. He put the medicine bottle aside and hugged Sang Ya tightly: "Does it hurt so much?" His cold stone heart actually felt a little more reluctant.
Sang Ya buried his face in You Que's neck, closed his eyes and said nothing. When his wings were taken off, he lay half dead on the operating table, blood dripping from his back all over the floor. No one held him to comfort him, and no one treated his wounds. He was in pain, and then there was endless humiliation and despair.
He had done nothing wrong, so why did those insects pluck his wings? Why did the military court put him in prison? Sanya kept thinking about this question in his dreams at midnight, but he never got an answer.
Sang Ya hugged You Que tightly, his pale lips moving for a long time, and finally he uttered a word in an inaudible voice: "It hurts."
You Que didn't know how to comfort people, so he could only pull the clothes next to him and gently put them on Sanya, and rubbed the back of his head: "The medicine has been applied, and the scab will form tomorrow and the pain will go away."
Sang Ya raised her head from You Que's arms, her eyelashes were wet with cold sweat, and her face looked even paler under the light: "Are you leaving again?"
You Que paused when he heard this, and then changed his tone: "No, I'll sit with you for a while."
Sang Ya's expression finally relaxed a little. He buried his face in You Que's arms again. Suddenly, he whispered, "You Que, if you marry a female monarch in the future, will you not be able to hold me like this?"
This sentence sounds a bit tea-like.
But You Que didn't hear it. He just felt that he was still an illegal resident and had no right to marry a female monarch. He couldn't even get a certificate when he went to the Star Administration Bureau. He said vaguely, "I think so."
"How do you know that the female queen won't be you?"
You Que swallowed these words.
Sang Ya's eyes darkened when he heard this, and he gritted his teeth: "Then what kind of female monarch do you plan to marry?"
You Que had never thought about this question. Even though he had feelings for Sang Ya, he was not sure whether he could really marry her in the future. After all, identity was a big problem: "..."
Seeing that he didn't answer, Sanya lowered her eyes and said self-deprecatingly: "Anyway, it's definitely not someone like me, with an ugly body and no family background."
You Que's tea tasting ability was not very high. He glanced at Sang Ya's back after hearing this. He could not imagine what this female insect had been through. His fingertips slowly brushed across the old wounds on her back, feeling the uneven texture. He consoled her with a voice:
“Not ugly.”
Sanya naturally didn't believe it: "Then you can praise me and say that I am beautiful."
You Que couldn't say such a false statement, and turned his head away when he heard it: "No compliment."
Sang Ya forcibly turned You Que's face over and gently pressed against his forehead. His breath was so hot while he spoke that he almost kissed him: "Say, beautiful."
You Que remained silent.
Sanya frowned: "Speak."
You Que still didn't say anything. How could someone force others to praise his beauty
Sanya seemed to care about Youque's opinion. He tightly grasped the male insect's fingertips, put his backhand on his lower back, and guided the other party to touch the scars. The force was so strong that his fingertips turned blue: "Not even once? Just once."
Sanya looked paranoid: "Youque, these injuries are not ugly, right?"
His eyes turned red, and his voice was hoarse and trembling: "I don't want to..."
I don't want these ugly injuries.
"pretty."
You Que suddenly spoke up, interrupting Sanya's obsession. He glared at the female insect's scarlet eyes, his warm palm pressed against her cold back, and said earnestly, "These wounds are not ugly, you are very beautiful."
Sanya's figure stopped there.
You Que was about to say something else, but the next second he felt a sharp pain on his lips, as Sang Ya kissed him without warning. The female insect's kiss was awkward and violent, with her hard teeth knocking against his lips and tongue, bringing out a fishy-sweet taste.
You Que was startled and wanted to dodge in surprise, but the female insect hugged him even tighter. The soft and wet tip of her tongue easily pried open his teeth. You Que seemed to taste some salty liquid, as well as the cold tear marks on her face.
In just a moment of distraction, Sang Ya had already pressed You Que down on the bed. He took off the shirt on his shoulders. His thin and handsome figure was dazzlingly white under the light, and the mottled scars on his back looked particularly terrifying.
Sang Ya is testing You Que's bottom line step by step.
He quietly unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers aside, revealing his beautiful body. As if to reward the male insect, Sanya drooped her thick eyelashes, stared at him and asked, "Is it beautiful?"
The voice was ambiguous and hoarse, as if it contained a hook.
"… "
Although You Que had been ambiguous with Sang Ya before, he never thought of taking advantage of her. He came to his senses and subconsciously pushed Sang Ya aside, but heard her groan in pain. It turned out that she had hit the wound on her back.
You Que's expression changed slightly when he saw this: "What's wrong? Did you bump into something?"
Sanya lowered his head and didn't respond, but the wound on his back was bleeding. He wasn't angry with Youque, he just hugged him again, like a little animal looking for a nest, but this time he wanted more than just a hug.
More, and more unbridled.
Sang Ya lay in You Que's arms, coiling around like a venomous snake, with an unconscious charm. He closed his eyes and endured the pain, whispering in her ear: "You Que, kiss those wounds."
Kiss those injuries he just praised as beautiful.
In this way, Sanya can be sure.
Does the other party really not dislike...
(End of this chapter)