Ruan Qing only now felt a bit thirsty.
Injecting glucose indeed led to an increase in blood concentration, and feeling thirsty was normal.
However, the problem was that he was currently in a coma, and he couldn’t even swallow water.
Feeding wouldn’t be of any use.
As Ruan Qing thought, Yang Chenjin sat by the bedside, holding water. He stopped after just feeding a spoonful because the person in bed was unconscious, and water simply couldn’t go down.
The water even followed the corners of the other person’s mouth and slowly flowed down, eventually soaking into the pillow.
The pillow was white, and the water stains on it were very conspicuous.
It was like the aftermath of some ambiguous encounter.
Some of it even slid down the young man’s fair neck.
Perhaps because it was cold water, slightly chilly, even though the person on the bed was unconscious, they were stimulated and shivered slightly.
But there were no further reactions.
He could only lie on the bed, silently enduring everything given by others.
Weak, helpless, and pitiful.
Even the lying posture revealed tranquility and obedience, as if allowing others to do as they pleased.
As if he could control everything about him.
Yang Chenjin lowered his eyes obscurely, his gaze lingering on the young man on the bed, from the faintly visible collarbone to the pale neck with a hint of water marks.
Finally, it gently fell on the young man’s pale, rosy lips.
Although no water was fed, the lips were slightly moist, looking soft.
Seemingly suitable for a kiss...
The spoon in Yang Chenjin’s hand had long been put back into the bowl after he couldn’t feed water anymore. He subconsciously touched the delicate face of the young man.
Then, with a bit of ambiguity, he slid down, and the thumb finally stopped at the edge of the young man’s lips, nuzzling against the moist lips.
Until the faint pink turned rosy.
Incredibly beautiful.
Yang Chenjin’s slender fingers exerted some force, and the young man’s rosy lips opened slightly, revealing white, shining teeth.
He could even vaguely see the pink tongue, as if tempting him for a kiss.
Yang Chenjin’s gaze deepened, he lifted the bowl in his hand, took a sip of water himself, and then placed the bowl on the nearby table.
Then he lowered his head and leaned down.
However, just as he was about to touch the person on the bed, he was kicked away directly.
He crashed into the wall not far away, producing a loud sound.
Yang Chenyan looked at the person who fell to the ground with a gloomy expression, a hint of killing intent in his eyes. He spoke slowly and sternly, “Yang Chenjin! What are you doing!?”
It was evident that Yang Chenjin had been distracted just now, or he wouldn’t have been kicked so easily.
As he stood up, Yang Chenjin extended his thumb, wiped the water traces from the corner of his mouth due to swallowing too late, and then chuckled lightly. “Can’t you tell? I’m giving him water.”
Yang Chenyan’s face became even more unpleasant. “Is this how you give him water!?”
Yang Chenjin shrugged helplessly. “What else can I do?”
“He’s unconscious, is there any other way besides this?” Yang Chenyan’s suppressed anger couldn’t be contained any longer, and he kicked towards Yang Chenjin again.
However, this time Yang Chenjin was prepared and easily dodged Yang Chenyan’s attack.
Yang Chenyan didn’t stop, continuing his aggressive assault.
While avoiding Yang Chenyan’s attacks, Yang Chenjin spoke gently and calmly, “Third brother, calm down. I genuinely just want to give him water.”
“You heard what the doctor said earlier; he’s on an IV drip and needs frequent hydration. But since he’s unconscious, I can only resort to this method.”
Yang Chenjin’s words sounded sincere and helpless, as if he had no other choice but to take this approach.
However, Yang Chenyan didn’t seem to care for Yang Chenjin’s explanation. His attacks were relentless, filled with a murderous intent.
As Yang Chenjin evaded Yang Chenyan’s strikes, he continued to explain, “If you’re so angry, third brother, you can do it yourself.”
Because Yang Chenjin dodged, Yang Chenyan’s punch hit the wall, causing it to crack open.
As he prepared to continue the assault, Yang Chenyan heard Yang Chenjin’s words.
He... he... he could also do it?
Yang Chenjin looked at Yang Chenyan, who had stopped in front of him, as if he knew what he was thinking. “Of course, you can.”
“You can feed him however you like.”
Yang Chenjin listened to the footsteps gradually approaching from nearby, and looking at Yang Chenyan in front of him, he spoke with a meaningful tone, “With your mouth... is also an option.”
Yang Chenyan was probably influenced by Yang Chenjin’s words.
At this moment, his heart was beating extremely fast, the sound so loud that he could hear it himself.
He even felt a bit lightheaded.
Yang Chenyan withdrew his hand stiffly, turning to look at the obedient young man lying on the bed. He swallowed hard subconsciously.
His throat moved up and down with his actions.
Yang Chenyan, not knowing what came to his mind, blushed directly, even his neck turning red.
Yang Chenyan immediately averted his gaze.
Him? He... he never intended to feed him water.
But the doctor did say he needed to drink more water. And if he was unconscious, it could only be done with... mouth-feeding...
Thinking of this, Yang Chenyan glanced at the young man’s rosy lips, then looked at the bowl on the nearby table, once again turning away.
Hmph, he was definitely not the same as Yang Chenjin, that vile person.
He was just trying to kindly give the other some water.
Yang Chenyan walked briskly toward the bed but didn’t use the bowl on the table. Instead, he used a disposable cup from the nearby water dispenser, took a sip, sat on the bed, and even before bending over, his face was already flushed.
He didn’t even know where to place his hands and feet.
Yang Chenyan, with a stiff body, slowly approached, but before he could touch the person on the bed, a familiar and imposing voice came from behind.
“What are you doing?”
Yang Chenyan’s body slightly stiffened at the words. Turning stiffly, he looked at the figure not far behind him.
Yang Wenmin stood behind him, his usually inscrutable face now carrying a hint of coldness.
Perhaps feeling guilty for doing something wrong, Yang Chenyan lowered his head and softly called out, “...Father.”
But he still had water in his mouth, and as he shouted, it spilled out, landing on his own clothes and the pristine white bed.
Yang Chenyan hastily tried to wipe it off, looking a bit foolish.
Yang Wenmin glanced at the somewhat ruined room, then looked down at Yang Chenyan from a superior position, speaking indifferently, “Should I send you in, or should you go in yourself?”
Yang Chenyan naturally knew his mistake.
The Yang family had a rule specifically targeting him—no wanton destruction of the villa was allowed.
When he just fought with Yang Chenjin, he nearly destroyed this room.
“I... I’ll go in myself.”
Yang Wenmin spoke calmly, “Five hours.”
Yang Chenyan looked up in surprise at Yang Wenmin, as if questioning whether he misheard.
Five hours?
It used to be only one hour.
A glint flashed in Yang Chenjin’s eyes, but the next moment, he returned to normal. He looked at Yang Wenmin with a concerned expression.
“Father, this is a bit too much. You know Third Brother’s temper, he’s not intentionally provoking you.”
“And this time, he really didn’t mean it. It’s my fault; I shouldn’t have angered Third Brother.”
Ruan Qing only now felt a bit thirsty.
Injecting glucose indeed led to an increase in blood concentration, and feeling thirsty was normal.
However, the problem was that he was currently in a coma, and he couldn’t even swallow water.
Feeding wouldn’t be of any use.
As Ruan Qing thought, Yang Chenjin sat by the bedside, holding water. He stopped after just feeding a spoonful because the person in bed was unconscious, and water simply couldn’t go down.
The water even followed the corners of the other person’s mouth and slowly flowed down, eventually soaking into the pillow.
The pillow was white, and the water stains on it were very conspicuous.
It was like the aftermath of some ambiguous encounter.
Some of it even slid down the young man’s fair neck.
Perhaps because it was cold water, slightly chilly, even though the person on the bed was unconscious, they were stimulated and shivered slightly.
But there were no further reactions.
He could only lie on the bed, silently enduring everything given by others.
Weak, helpless, and pitiful.
Even the lying posture revealed tranquility and obedience, as if allowing others to do as they pleased.
As if he could control everything about him.
Yang Chenjin lowered his eyes obscurely, his gaze lingering on the young man on the bed, from the faintly visible collarbone to the pale neck with a hint of water marks.
Finally, it gently fell on the young man’s pale, rosy lips.
Although no water was fed, the lips were slightly moist, looking soft.
Seemingly suitable for a kiss...
The spoon in Yang Chenjin’s hand had long been put back into the bowl after he couldn’t feed water anymore. He subconsciously touched the delicate face of the young man.
Then, with a bit of ambiguity, he slid down, and the thumb finally stopped at the edge of the young man’s lips, nuzzling against the moist lips.
Until the faint pink turned rosy.
Incredibly beautiful.
Yang Chenjin’s slender fingers exerted some force, and the young man’s rosy lips opened slightly, revealing white, shining teeth.
He could even vaguely see the pink tongue, as if tempting him for a kiss.
Yang Chenjin’s gaze deepened, he lifted the bowl in his hand, took a sip of water himself, and then placed the bowl on the nearby table.
Then he lowered his head and leaned down.
However, just as he was about to touch the person on the bed, he was kicked away directly.
He crashed into the wall not far away, producing a loud sound.
Yang Chenyan looked at the person who fell to the ground with a gloomy expression, a hint of killing intent in his eyes. He spoke slowly and sternly, “Yang Chenjin! What are you doing!?”
It was evident that Yang Chenjin had been distracted just now, or he wouldn’t have been kicked so easily.
As he stood up, Yang Chenjin extended his thumb, wiped the water traces from the corner of his mouth due to swallowing too late, and then chuckled lightly. “Can’t you tell? I’m giving him water.”
Yang Chenyan’s face became even more unpleasant. “Is this how you give him water!?”
Yang Chenjin shrugged helplessly. “What else can I do?”
“He’s unconscious, is there any other way besides this?” Yang Chenyan’s suppressed anger couldn’t be contained any longer, and he kicked towards Yang Chenjin again.
However, this time Yang Chenjin was prepared and easily dodged Yang Chenyan’s attack.
Yang Chenyan didn’t stop, continuing his aggressive assault.
While avoiding Yang Chenyan’s attacks, Yang Chenjin spoke gently and calmly, “Third brother, calm down. I genuinely just want to give him water.”
“You heard what the doctor said earlier; he’s on an IV drip and needs frequent hydration. But since he’s unconscious, I can only resort to this method.”
Yang Chenjin’s words sounded sincere and helpless, as if he had no other choice but to take this approach.
However, Yang Chenyan didn’t seem to care for Yang Chenjin’s explanation. His attacks were relentless, filled with a murderous intent.
As Yang Chenjin evaded Yang Chenyan’s strikes, he continued to explain, “If you’re so angry, third brother, you can do it yourself.”
Because Yang Chenjin dodged, Yang Chenyan’s punch hit the wall, causing it to crack open.
As he prepared to continue the assault, Yang Chenyan heard Yang Chenjin’s words.
He... he... he could also do it?
Yang Chenjin looked at Yang Chenyan, who had stopped in front of him, as if he knew what he was thinking. “Of course, you can.”
“You can feed him however you like.”
Yang Chenjin listened to the footsteps gradually approaching from nearby, and looking at Yang Chenyan in front of him, he spoke with a meaningful tone, “With your mouth... is also an option.”
Yang Chenyan was probably influenced by Yang Chenjin’s words.
At this moment, his heart was beating extremely fast, the sound so loud that he could hear it himself.
He even felt a bit lightheaded.
Yang Chenyan withdrew his hand stiffly, turning to look at the obedient young man lying on the bed. He swallowed hard subconsciously.
His throat moved up and down with his actions.
Yang Chenyan, not knowing what came to his mind, blushed directly, even his neck turning red.
Yang Chenyan immediately averted his gaze.
Him? He... he never intended to feed him water.
But the doctor did say he needed to drink more water. And if he was unconscious, it could only be done with... mouth-feeding...
Thinking of this, Yang Chenyan glanced at the young man’s rosy lips, then looked at the bowl on the nearby table, once again turning away.
Hmph, he was definitely not the same as Yang Chenjin, that vile person.
He was just trying to kindly give the other some water.
Yang Chenyan walked briskly toward the bed but didn’t use the bowl on the table. Instead, he used a disposable cup from the nearby water dispenser, took a sip, sat on the bed, and even before bending over, his face was already flushed.
He didn’t even know where to place his hands and feet.
Yang Chenyan, with a stiff body, slowly approached, but before he could touch the person on the bed, a familiar and imposing voice came from behind.
“What are you doing?”
Yang Chenyan’s body slightly stiffened at the words. Turning stiffly, he looked at the figure not far behind him.
Yang Wenmin stood behind him, his usually inscrutable face now carrying a hint of coldness.
Perhaps feeling guilty for doing something wrong, Yang Chenyan lowered his head and softly called out, “...Father.”
But he still had water in his mouth, and as he shouted, it spilled out, landing on his own clothes and the pristine white bed.
Yang Chenyan hastily tried to wipe it off, looking a bit foolish.
Yang Wenmin glanced at the somewhat ruined room, then looked down at Yang Chenyan from a superior position, speaking indifferently, “Should I send you in, or should you go in yourself?”
Yang Chenyan naturally knew his mistake.
The Yang family had a rule specifically targeting him—no wanton destruction of the villa was allowed.
When he just fought with Yang Chenjin, he nearly destroyed this room.
“I... I’ll go in myself.”
Yang Wenmin spoke calmly, “Five hours.”
Yang Chenyan looked up in surprise at Yang Wenmin, as if questioning whether he misheard.
Five hours?
It used to be only one hour.
A glint flashed in Yang Chenjin’s eyes, but the next moment, he returned to normal. He looked at Yang Wenmin with a concerned expression.
“Father, this is a bit too much. You know Third Brother’s temper, he’s not intentionally provoking you.”
“And this time, he really didn’t mean it. It’s my fault; I shouldn’t have angered Third Brother.”
