Chapter 2810 The Substitute Was Forcibly Taken by the Bandit's Wife 15
Jin Chen listened quietly, his expression serious.
After the doctor finished speaking, Jin Chen got up and walked behind Gu Fanghe, gently pinched Gu Fanghe's earlobe, and rubbed it slightly.
Jin Chen lowered his eyes and saw that the honey-colored muscle on Gu Fanghe's right upper arm, which was not bandaged, was glistening. He slid his fingertips down and pressed on that honey-colored area.
He lowered his head, close to Gu Fanghe's ear, "Boss..."
Just three words, drawn out with a rising tone at the end, like a hook.
Gu Fanghe's breathing became labored. The areas that had been touched felt tingly and numb, and an itch shot up his spine and straight to the top of his head.
"...Alright, alright."
Gu Fanghe surrendered almost immediately, without any principles, "I agree, I'll take my medicine on time and get some rest."
He turned his head and softened his voice, "With you watching over me, do you think I'll disobey the doctor's orders?"
Yan Qi watched in awe, her admiration for Jin Chen as boundless as a surging river.
He quickly pulled the still-dazed old doctor away, and thoughtfully closed the hospital gate behind him as he left.
The door closed, and Yan Qi could still hear Jin Chen's light voice coming from inside, "Remember what you said."
Then came Gu Fanghe's low laughter, so gentle it was almost unbelievable.
Yan Qi shook his head and left with a belly full of emotions.
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The courtyard returned to silence.
Gu Fanghe got up and, under Jin Chen's watchful gaze, obediently went to the bathroom to wash himself. Hot water was always available, and he removed his blood-stained clothes, washing away the stench of blood from his body.
When he came out again, he had changed into a clean black undergarment, his dark hair was loose, and he looked less aggressive than usual. In the candlelight, he appeared handsome and unrestrained.
When he returned to the inner room, Jin Chen had already changed into her undergarments and was leaning against the headboard, holding a volume of strange tales in her hand. She was idly reading it by the candlelight on the small table by the bedside. Her black hair was unbound and draped over her shoulders and back, and her eyebrows and eyes were so soft in the dim light that they seemed unreal.
Hearing footsteps, Jin Chen didn't look up, but simply turned a page of her book.
Gu Fanghe walked to the bedside, took the book from Jin Chen's hand, and casually put it aside.
Jin Chen then looked up at him, not annoyed, but simply raised an eyebrow.
Gu Fanghe leaned closer and gently kissed Jin Chen's cheek.
"Smell it again," he asked softly, his breath warm. "Is it gone?"
Jin Chen hummed in response, then lazily reached out and pulled him into her arms.
Gu Fanghe leaned closer to him.
Jin Chen tilted his head slightly, his nose brushing against Gu Fanghe's neck, where he gently sniffed, his breath hot against the skin, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through his entire body.
Gu Fanghe took a short breath, his Adam's apple bobbing, and looked up as if to kiss him.
However, Jin Chen kissed the red mark under his eye first.
The soft, warm lips touched the uneven skin, a symbol of past shame and pain, soothing the deep-seated, lingering ache from the branding.
Gu Fanghe liked Jin Chen kissing him here, liked the feeling of even his most unbearable wounds being treated gently.
“…Jin Chen.” He called his name in a hoarse voice.
"Gu Fanghe," Jin Chen called out to him, his voice low and close to his skin, "From now on, don't leave any wounds on your body."
Gu Fanghe was silent for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing, before finally responding in a low voice, "...Okay."
Jin Chen kissed him again, and Gu Fanghe tilted his head back. The ties of his inner robe had loosened at some point, and the collar was disheveled, revealing his honey-colored chest.
The flickering candlelight clearly illuminated the muscles honed by countless battles, making them breathtakingly sexy.
At this moment, his chest was soft, and he relaxed, letting Jin Chen take what he wanted, supporting the other's affection.
It is the wind and sand that have been fought on the frontier battlefield, and it is also the tender affection that is willing to be transformed into a gentle touch.
Gu Fanghe indulged himself in this intimacy and took what he wanted.
He gently stroked Jin Chen's dark hair that cascaded down her back. The two embraced in the moonlight and kissed in the candlelight, like two vines intertwined wildly on a black cliff, indistinguishable from one another.
The kiss paused, their breaths mingling, both slightly disordered.
Gu Fanghe opened his eyes, his gaze still filled with lingering affection. He saw Jin Chen's thin lips slightly pursed, as beautiful as a rose touched by dew.
The wet red stains on his neck were from kisses.
He unconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips hooking the tie on the other side of his inner garment, and with a gentle tug, the garment slipped to the sides.
Gu Fanghe looked at Jin Chen with an almost blatant seduction.
"Why did you stop? Don't you like it?"
Jin Chen looked at him, her fingertips once again tracing the dark red scar under Gu Fanghe's eye, gazing into his eyes.
"Gu Fanghe, who am I?"
Gu Fanghe frowned, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes.
I don't understand why Jin Chen would suddenly ask such a question at this time.
He is Jin Chen, the young master he abducted from the mountain path, the person he raised in the village... a figure in a painting.
Gu Fanghe grasped Jin Chen's hand that was touching his face, their fingertips touching, and gently placed it on his waist, coaxing him, "Young master, Jin Chen."
Jin Chen smiled slightly, leaned forward a little, raised her hand to gather her long, loose hair behind one shoulder, and casually tied it up with a wooden hairpin.
They kissed so passionately it was a complete mess.
