Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

"It was the bear hat you bought that protected me."

Xie Jing stared at him intently, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. He then leaned down and pulled Shang Song into a tight embrace.

He hugged her very tightly, so tightly that Shang Song could hardly breathe.

Shang Song was held in his arms without struggling; he simply accepted the embrace.

He could feel Xie Jing's uncontrollable heartbeat and his body trembling uncontrollably with perfect clarity.

"Alright, alright, it's okay now, don't be afraid anymore." Shang Song placed his hand on Xie Jing's broad back, stroking it gently, again and again.

Xie Jing didn't speak; he simply accepted Shang Song's reassurance obediently.

For Shang Song, this was just an accident.

But Xie Jing knew this was no accident.

This is an inescapable fate.

It was as if fate was telling Xie Jing that he was born to face such a destiny.

Those who loved him perished in fire and sea.

His love was stained with blood at the dimly lit corner of the staircase.

This seemed to be a curse that Xie Jing, as the heir of the Xie family, was born to bear.

Last time, he lost his parents.

This time, he absolutely cannot lose Shang Song again.

Therefore, we must keep a close watch on things, keep a tight grip on them, and keep all dangers out of the world of Shangsong.

He no longer needs Shang Song to marry him.

Shang Song can choose to leave him if he wants.

All he wanted was for Shang Song to live.

Live well.

Live happily, joyfully, and healthily.

A long time passed.

It took so long that Shang Song felt his shoulders were getting numb before Xie Jing's tense back and arms finally relaxed very slowly.

Xie Jing did not loosen his grip on Shang Song, but he loosened his hold on him considerably.

He whispered in Shang Song's ear:

"Don't lift such heavy things in the future."

Shang Song: "...?"

He didn't react for a moment. Heavy things? What heavy things?

Then he realized—it was a fruit basket.

He almost laughed; Xie Jing was even holding a grudge against the fruit basket.

"That fruit basket..." Shang Song pulled away slightly from his embrace, "...but you can't entirely blame the basket for being heavy, can you?"

The main problem is that madmen are strong and lack martial ethics.

Xie Jing didn't speak, he just looked at him.

She just stared at him stubbornly.

Shang Song, unable to retaliate under his gaze, could only continue to appease him: "Alright, alright, I won't mention it again. I won't lift anything heavy anymore. I'll even let you fetch a water glass, okay? Thank you, Master?"

As he spoke, he chuckled to himself, "The dignified Master Xie has become my personal caregiver."

The mention of caregivers brought back Shang Song's lingering resentment.

He poked Xie Jing's chest. "Hey! Xie Jing!"

"Hmm?" Xie Jing responded in a low voice.

"Tell me honestly, did you see me completely naked, from head to toe, inside and out, while I was unconscious?!"

Xie Jing: "Necessary care."

Shang Song looked up and glared at him. "Do you even know that, apart from my mother, I've never been cared for like this in my entire life! My innocence! My image! It's all gone!"

Hsieh Ching: "It's the same as having someone else take care of you."

"How can that be the same?" Shang Song suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide, but his head swayed, and he felt dizzy. He raised his hand to steady himself, his imposing manner instantly weakening, but the accusation in his eyes remained undiminished. "Others are others! You are you! The situations are completely different!"

Xie Jing immediately reached out to steady him. "Still dizzy?"

After recovering from the dizziness, Shang Song insisted on getting to the bottom of it: "Don't interrupt!"

Xie Jing had no choice but to go along with him, and then asked, "Why are the natures different?"

"Of course they're different!" Shang Song's face flushed red, his voice trembling with excitement. "They're medical workers, that's their job! You're my boyfriend! How can that be the same?!"

Xie Jing patted Shang Song, trying to calm him down, until Shang Song calmed down a bit, then spoke again: "So, I think it's harder for you to accept than being seen by a stranger?"

"It's not that it's hard to accept..." Shang Song felt inexplicably guilty after being asked that question. "It's just... I just feel like I've been cheated! You've seen me naked, but I haven't even seen you naked yet! It's not fair!"

Xie Jing seemed surprised that Shang Song cared about this, and a clear smile flashed across his eyes.

He looked at Shang Song's flushed face and calmly asked, "You want to see?"

Shang Song: "..."

He choked for a moment, then, in a fit of despair, glared at Xie Jing: "Yes! I want to see! So what? You're allowed to look at me and touch me, but I'm not allowed to look at you? Professor Xie, you should be reasonable!"

Xie Jing's gaze swept over his leg in a cast and the gauze on his forehead, his voice as calm as ever: "When you're better."

"What's done?" Shang Song asked instinctively.

"I'll show you when my injury is healed," Xie Jing replied.

Shang Song: "!!!"

He stammered, hesitantly saying, "...You...you're only going to let me see it?"

Xie Jing's smile deepened, but he deliberately maintained a calm and even tone: "Then what else do you want to do?"

Shang Song: "!!!!!!!!!"

He was completely choked, his mouth agape like a duck being choked, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

What is he trying to do?!

Is there even a question?!

Xie Jing watched him leisurely, seemingly enjoying his expression of being both embarrassed and furious.

Shang Song felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze, and finally could only growl weakly, "I... I want to touch it too! What's wrong with that?! Is that not allowed?!"

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly, and the corners of his lips curved upwards. His gaze swept over Shang Song's flushed face, then slowly moved down, passing over Shang Song's chest, which was heaving slightly with excitement, before finally meeting Shang Song's sparkling eyes. He softly uttered a single word:

"OK."

Shang Song: "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

You... you just agreed like that?!

His brain went blank, and he didn't know how to respond.

Finally, he realized that what he wanted to ask at the beginning was not this question at all, but how Xie Jing had taken care of him!

"Oh, then I'll look at it... touch it again after I'm better..." Shang Song agreed dryly, then mustered his courage again and asked, "Then tell me clearly, how exactly did you take care of me?"

Xie Jing tilted his head slightly, as if recalling something, "Take off your clothes, avoiding the wound and the IV line, and wipe it with a warm towel."

His tone was flat, and his words were devoid of any romantic or romantic elements.

Shang Song listened, but the heat on his face didn't subside at all.

He imagined himself lying there oblivious, letting Xie Jing wipe his body. Just thinking about it made his scalp tingle and his toes curl up.

Especially... certain parts.

"Then...where is it?" His eyes darted around, and he dared not look at Xie Jing again.

"Where?" Xie Jing asked.

Shang Song took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and went all out: "Little...Little Songsong! What did you do to it?!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes tightly, looking as if he was ready to die, but his ears were perked up.

The ward fell silent for a moment.

After a long while, he finally heard Xie Jing's voice:

"I wiped it off too."

Not only did he wipe it, but because of some of his occupational habits, he also cleaned it very thoroughly.

Shang Song: "???"

You wiped it too? How did you wipe it? What did you use to wipe it? When you were wiping it... was it behaving itself?!

Countless questions screamed in Shang Song's mind, but he couldn't bring himself to ask a single one.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Xie Jing's expression, which he hadn't had time to hide.

It wasn't his usual calm, composed, and aloof demeanor!

Xie Jing is smiling!

What are you laughing at?!

What's so funny?!

what? !

Shang Song exploded: "Professor Xie! Are you satisfied with what you saw?!"

In front of Shang Song, Xie Jing quickly composed himself, reverting to his usual aloof demeanor, and then slowly nodded, answering clearly:

"Um."

He paused, then added three words in a serious, commentary-like tone:

"Pink."

As if that wasn't enough, he tilted his head slightly, seemingly recalling details, and then added three more words:

"Small."

Shang Song: "………………"

It's pink.

Tiny.

Tiny?

Shang Song's brain completely crashed.