As soon as the love affair was over, Xiang Mingzhang carried Shen Ruozhen to the bed.
The hem of Shen Ruozhen's nightgown was disheveled, and he seemed to have completely lost consciousness. His whole body was limp, his breathing was weak, and only his wet thighs were twitching slightly.
Xiang Mingzhang wrung out a hot towel and wiped Shen Ruozhen clean. More than ten minutes passed and the person still did not wake up. He was worried, so he sent a driver to Jingpu mansion to pick up the family doctor.
In less than an hour, the doctor arrived. His surname was Sun. He usually performed routine diagnosis and treatment for Xiang Xingzhao, and reported directly to Xiang Mingzhang if there were any problems.
Doctor Sun had heard some about the Xiang family's affairs and knew that Xiang Mingzhang's mother lived in Manzhuang. When she was first summoned, he thought that Bai Yongti was not feeling well.
After entering the room, Dr. Sun saw a young man lying on the bed. He looked familiar and remembered that he was Mr. Chu whom he had met in Jingpu Mansion.
The long night had just ended. Although the clothes thrown on the couch at the end of the bed had been folded, it was not difficult to guess what had happened in the room. Dr. Sun looked at the nose with his eyes and the heart with his nose, and greeted him as usual: "Mr. Xiang."
Xiang Mingzhang said calmly, without any embarrassment, "Doctor Sun, take a look at him. He fainted this morning."
Doctor Sun walked closer to the bed, pushed down the corner of the quilt, and opened the collar of Shen Ruozhen's nightgown. Bright red marks spread from the neck to the chest, and there was not a single piece of white, good flesh to be found.
Warming up the stethoscope, Dr. Sun asked, "Mr. Xiang, how long has he been unconscious?"
Xiang Mingzhang glanced at the grandfather clock: "About an hour and a half."
Doctor Sun listened to Shen Ruozhen's heart sounds, measured his blood pressure and blood sugar, and said, "Mr. Chu's blood pressure is low and he also has hypoglycemia. He probably fainted because of emotional fluctuations and physical exhaustion."
Xiang Mingzhang asked worriedly, "Is it serious?"
"It's nothing serious. He's asleep now." Doctor Sun said tactfully, "Try not to exercise too vigorously. Excessive exercise can have an adverse effect on your body."
Xiang Mingzhang did not have much experience, so he asked frankly, "What is considered intense? How many times is considered excessive?"
Doctor Sun answered carefully: "It also depends on the individual's physical condition. It is not recommended to do it too frequently in a short period of time. It is better to do it a few times a week."
Xiang Mingzhang thought to himself that it was too late to give the warning.
Walking around to the bed and sitting down, Xiang Mingzhang pulled Shen Ruozhen's nightgown tightly. Just after confirming the relationship, he held her in his arms for the whole night. Now she was unconscious, with marks all over her skin and flesh, and she was sunken into the pillow as if her bones were pulled out.
He reached out and brushed away the hair on Shen Ruozhen's forehead. His brows were tired but relaxed, and it seemed that she did not blame him.
Xiang Mingzhang tried to make excuses for himself, saying that it was the first night of mutual consent and it was inevitable to lose control. He couldn't help being overly passionate, otherwise wouldn't it mean that his love was not enough
Manager Zhao sent Doctor Sun downstairs. He had vaguely guessed in the past few days that Shen Ruozhen was an important person, probably with a close relationship with Xiang Mingzhang. Only now did he realize how important he was.
After returning with two cups of hot tea, Manager Zhao asked carefully, "Mr. Xiang, is there anything you need to prepare?"
Xiang Mingzhang lost his temper coldly: "How do you take care of people? You just take care of their food and drink. They have lost weight and have low blood sugar."
Manager Zhao quickly explained: "The kitchen prepares every meal. Yesterday, the master didn't want to eat, so he said he would eat with you when you come back."
Xiang Mingzhang had been violent all night, and now he couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. He was the one who started it all, so he ordered, "Ask the kitchen to boil a ginseng root. It doesn't have to be too strong."
"Yes." Manager Zhao said, "I'll ask the kitchen to prepare some more food."
Xiang Mingzhang was afraid that the food in the South District kitchen would not suit Shen Ruozhen's taste, so he said, "Go to the North District courtyard and ask Sister Qing to prepare some vegetarian dishes and send them over."
Manager Zhao went to do it immediately. The door of the living room was open and the person who came tidied up the place briefly.
Shen Ruozhen was in a daze, and his body was still feeling the effects of multiple orgasms. He shivered in his dreams from time to time, and felt a surge of soreness. He was about to wake up several times, but then fell asleep again out of exhaustion.
After making a bowl of ginseng soup, Xiang Mingzhang lifted up the back of Shen Ruozhen's head and struggled to feed him a small spoonful. He had no choice but to pass two sips lip to lip.
The treasured ginseng was very effective. Shen Ruozhen tasted slightly bitter on the tip of his tongue and slowly opened his eyes. Xiang Mingzhang stayed by the bedside, never leaving. His gentle expression concealed a bit of satisfaction after an intense demand.
Shen Ruozhen saw through it but didn't say anything. He asked, "What did you feed me?"
Shen Ruozhen complained: "You drink it, I'm afraid you'll get tired."
Xiang Mingzhang was choked and speechless for a moment, then he grasped Shen Ruozhen's wrist like a bracelet and whispered in defense: "I was not sensible, but you didn't stop me."
Shen Ruozhen didn't think that calling a halt would work, so he asked, "You didn't drink vodka last night. Did you enjoy it?"
Xiang Mingzhang said honestly: "If you keep asking, my interest will be piqued again."
Shen Ruozhen's skeleton was broken and his lungs were dislocated. He stood barefoot by the window for a long time, shaking constantly, his soles were rubbed sore, not to mention the most shameful part of his body.
But he didn't call to stop, didn't say "no", and kept on indulging himself until he fainted.
Before fainting, there is an extreme pleasure that is unbearable.
Shen Ruozhen could only lift his fingers, gently curled them, and grabbed Xiang Mingzhang's skin, saying, "Mr. Xiang has a far-sighted vision. Looking at the Metasequoia forest will indeed help you last longer."
Xiang Mingzhang supported himself on top of Shen Ruozhen: "This sounds like sarcasm."
Shen Ruozhen pursed his lips a little: "After all, the effect of Metasequoia is only two points."
Xiang Mingzhang asked: "What are the remaining eight points?"
Shen Ruozhen said weakly: "It's me who likes you."
Xiang Mingzhang was stunned. It turned out that there was no need to ask specifically if there was anything. He stared into Shen Ruozhen's eyes from top to bottom, then bent down and kissed him between the eyebrows.
Shen Ruozhen closed his eyes and said with embarrassment: "I'm sleepy."
Xiang Mingzhang coaxed, "Go to sleep."
Shen Ruozhen said: "Will you let me sleep alone?"
Xiang Mingzhang was distracted and lifted the corner of the quilt to squeeze in beside him. He lowered his eyes to look at Shen Ruozhen's mottled neck. He was indeed a little rough. Thinking of something, he reached out and moved his hand in the quilt.
Shen Ruozhen took a quick breath and tensed up stiffly.
"Don't be nervous." Xiang Mingzhang comforted him, "Does it hurt? I'll apply some medicine on you when you wake up."
Shen Ruozhen was too embarrassed to admit it and said "hmm". He had tied the knot around his waist for half the night and it was uncomfortable for him to sleep. Xiang Mingzhang untied it after pulling his hand out and hugged him from his pajamas into his arms.
The two of them slept in each other's arms for a whole day and night. Xiang Mingzhang woke up once in the middle of the night, applied medicine to Shen Ruozhen, and fed him half a bowl of sweet soup.
Shen Ruozhen stayed in Manzhuang for six days during the three-day period. He engaged in intimate activities that harmed his body, and heard Xiang Mingzhang say hundreds of sour words.
He said about ninety-nine, barely retaining a bit of reserve.
The box of old things was temporarily placed in Man Zhuang, and the old gentleman's agreement was pinned on the pipa strings, so Xiang Mingzhang put the new agreement under the lid of his piano, which was also a good match.
On the last day, Shen Ruozhen changed into a pure black suit and solemnly went to keep the appointment that was nearly a century late.
Xiang Mingzhang prepared a bouquet of flowers for him, white daisies.
The hometown is far away, Shen Ruozhen is finally going back to Ningbo.
(End of this chapter)