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I’m Feeling Bad, Please Hug Me
Chapter 4: I Feel Unwell, Please Hold Me
Jiang You wasn’t the type to complain without reason, so Fu Jing didn’t show any impatience.
“Take medicine if you have a fever,” Fu Jing replied indifferently without looking at him.
“I feel unwell,” Jiang You said. “Please hold me.”
“Jiang You, don’t you think you’re being rather shameless?” Fu Jing paused while tying his tie and lightly tapped Jiang You’s forehead with his knuckle.
It was indeed burning hot.
“Am I?” Jiang You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so. I’m just doing my best to pursue what I want.”
There was an innocent purity in Jiang You’s words when he said this.
Fu Jing had to acknowledge this quality – Jiang You possessed remarkable emotional resilience.
It seemed like the concept of giving up when faced with difficulties didn’t exist in his dictionary.
“Take your medicine quickly if you’re sick.” With these words, Fu Jing left.
Wrapped in a blanket, Jiang You stared blankly at the closed door. He had hoped for some concern from Fu Jing, but it didn’t matter if he didn’t get it.
He still remembered the warmth that had once accidentally shone upon him, that penetrating warmth that remained vivid in his memory even today.
He was simply too greedy, wanting to feel that warmth once more.
It didn’t matter if he couldn’t get it. Just watching from the sidelines like this was enough to satisfy Jiang You.
By evening, Jiang You’s fever kept rising, so he had to contact Zhao Linsheng to arrange for a doctor to visit.
He didn’t want to go to the hospital – he was tired of it.
When the keypad lock on the main door beeped, Fu Jing thought it was Jiang You returning home.
But when he turned to look, it was Zhao Linsheng who entered.
He never knew Zhao Linsheng had the code to his front door, though upon second thought, it made sense – Liang Chen knew it too.
Clearly Zhao Linsheng didn’t expect him to be home, looking surprised upon seeing him. “President Fu, President Jiang has a fever. I brought a doctor.”
Without waiting for Fu Jing’s response, Zhao Linsheng led the doctor upstairs with familiar ease.
Fu Jing’s expression darkened as he followed them upstairs.
Just as Fu Jing was wondering why Zhao Linsheng was heading to Jiang You’s study, he opened the door to find that Jiang You had actually set up a small bed in his own study.
Jiang You was lying face down on it.
The small blanket clutched in Jiang You’s arms caught Fu Jing’s attention.
It was a very old blanket, grayish-white, with its fabric nearly worn smooth.
Jiang You held it tightly in his arms as if it were some precious treasure.
For some reason, Fu Jing inexplicably felt the blanket looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere long ago.
Probably just a common style.
Hearing the noise, Jiang You groggily opened his eyes. Seeing Fu Jing, he immediately became alert.
Didn’t he say he wouldn’t be back tonight?
After entering, Fu Jing noticed a photo frame on Jiang You’s desk – a graduation photo of them from university.
Fu Jing inwardly scoffed.
In the photo, the two stood shoulder to shoulder, smiling at the camera.
Jiang You wore a slight, somewhat shy smile, while Fu Jing grinned broadly with one arm draped over Jiang You’s shoulder.
At the time, Fu Jing thought since they wouldn’t see each other after graduation anyway, taking a photo together didn’t matter.
Little did he know he’d meet with misfortune – soon after, he would be subjected to forceful possession by this seemingly gentle and modest man beside him.
After performing basic examinations, the doctor prepared to give Jiang You an antipyretic injection.
“President Jiang, please stay face down and pull your pajama pants down a bit.”
Jiang You froze instantly.
He felt embarrassed.
Both Fu Jing and Zhao Linsheng were watching him from beside.
“Fine, he’s not a woman anyway, and this is just a medical injection.”
After hesitating for two seconds, Jiang You obediently lay prone and pulled his pants down slightly with his hands behind his back.
Later, the doctor directly took over, efficiently pulling them down most of the way.
The sight of bluish-purple finger marks on his snow-white skin made everyone present freeze for a moment.
The doctor’s hand holding the syringe paused mid-air for half a second.
The person in question, President Jiang, remained completely unaware, lying obediently waiting for the injection.
When the needle went in, Jiang You shuddered from the pain.
He tightly clutched the small blanket in his arms, buried his face in the pillow, and let out a soft, muffled groan.
That kind of sound was rather suggestive, as if Jiang You was being taken advantage of while lying prone.
It wasn’t just the injection site that hurt – it felt like a thousand needles were simultaneously piercing his buttocks, with half of his rear end in pain.
By the time the doctor withdrew the needle, fine beads of sweat had formed on Jiang You’s forehead.
The doctor said tactfully, “President Jiang, you must get more rest and avoid overexertion.”
“Sometimes it’s unavoidable,” Jiang You replied as he pulled up his pants, after all, he was responsible for so many people’s livelihoods.
Those finger marks combined with his words easily led to misunderstandings.
The doctor organizing the medical kit paused, his expression freezing like a crashed computer.
Zhao Linsheng frowned slightly, his face full of concern.
Meanwhile, Fu Jing wore a faint, smug smile.
Before leaving, Zhao Linsheng looked at Fu Jing as if wanting to say something but hesitating, “…President Fu, I’ll leave President Jiang in your care.”
“Just doing my duty,” Fu Jing said with upturned lips, looking quite pleased.
After everyone had left, Jiang You remained lying down. Though the needle was out, it felt like his soul had been left in his buttocks – it still hurt.
He pulled the quilt over himself, wrapping up tightly. The high fever made him feel chilled all over.
Suddenly, the quilt was yanked away with considerable force.
Fu Jing called to him like summoning a dog for dinner: “Get up, come downstairs to eat.”
Jiang You looked utterly drained, the tattered small blanket pressed under his neck. “My butt hurts, I can’t move. Let me rest a bit, I’ll come down soon.”
“Butt hurts?” Fu Jing smirked mischievously, slipping his hand into Jiang You’s waistband. “Is it from being ___, or from the injection?”
“…” Jiang You curled his lips, teasing him: “Fu Jing, you seem to really enjoy touching me here.”
“It’s the only place on your entire body with any flesh to speak of. Where else would I touch?” Fu Jing’s tone was mocking.
He was clearly being sarcastic, but whether Jiang You didn’t notice or didn’t care was unclear.
Jiang You held Fu Jing’s hand and, like a prince kissing a princess, affectionately planted a kiss on it, then rubbed his cheek against the back of Fu Jing’s hand afterward.
Like some kind of pervert.
A satisfied smile graced Jiang You’s lips. “I like it when you touch me, Fu Jing. Touch me more.”
Fu Jing’s hand stiffened, his face instantly turning ashen.
He pulled his hand out of Jiang You’s pants, yanked the quilt over Jiang You’s head, and said, “Just go to sleep.”
“…”
Jiang You slept until eleven o’clock. He could sleep like the dead, but Fu Jing couldn’t stand living with a corpse.
Tap tap tap—
Fu Jing ran up to the third floor in his slippers.
He hadn’t closed the door when he left, and it remained wide open now, the room pitch dark inside.
Entering, he switched on the light.
Jiang You was still buried under the covers. For a moment, Fu Jing’s heart leaped, thinking Jiang You might have suffocated. He quickly pulled the quilt off Jiang You.
He found Jiang You limp as mud, almost fused with the bed, his face and neck flushed an unnatural red as if soaked in cherry wine.
The strands of hair in front of his forehead were scattered in disarray, with a few locks plastered to his brow.
Reaching out to touch Jiang You’s forehead, the temperature startled Fu Jing—it was as hot as a fireball.
“Get up.” Fu Jing nudged his shoulder.
Jiang You let out a meaningless sound from the back of his throat, not moving an inch.
Fu Jing slapped Jiang You’s face firmly. “Your makeup is smudged, Jiang You.”