Ch39 - Guess If I’m Mad or Not
Xie Mu who was trying his best to put on his clothes, shook his head, “Let’s just wait for Cheung Chuan to come back.”
Xie Shi lips dropped down slightly.
If he knew earlier, he would’ve just said Chen Chuan won’t be back early.
Even if he could accept his massage and take off his clothes, why is it that he’s not willing to help him shower.
If it’s about being close, shouldn’t you be close to your own nephew?
No matter how many thoughts he had in his head, Xie Shi’s smile was always present on his face.
He maintained this caring front, hugging the men onto the bed and watched him laid down on the bed obediently.
“You go back first and rest.”
Xie Shi agreed and left the room to knock on Dr.Josel’s door.
On the second day, Xie Mu received numerous medication aside for his legs.
He endured the shame while being against the wall, watching the young man using his hands to apply the medication again and again on himself.
“Xie Shi…”
The man couldn’t endure anymore and asked, “Still not done?”
“Almost, I have to rub the medication until it’s absorbed.”
Xie Shi smiled and looked up to him in the eye, his hands were still slippery from the lotion and his eyes showed a bit more joy.
His hands slowly crept up inwardly, when it finally was about to touch that place. Xie Mu blocked him from proceeding further.
“That’s enough, didn’t Dr.Josel say it’s enough to spread it evenly?”
Xie Mu tried his best to reach out to block Xie Shi.
The young man stared at him, unmoved. His eyes were slightly questioning, “Uncle, we’re both men. Using a bit more medication is nothing to be scared of.”
Xie Mu unconsciously avoided his stare. Looking away and said powerlessly, “I want to rest, take the medicine and go down.”
Xie Shi stood up, staring down from a higher view he could see the man’s redded ears. He lightly tightened the cap on the bottle and left it beside the desk.
“Then I’ll continue to help Uncle apply for the medicine tomorrow.”
“That’s right.”
The young man that walked a few steps seemed to remember something and look back, “Chen Chuan’s family issues seem to be quite difficult to handle, he won’t be back for another hour and a half.”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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“Cqqjgfcais, tf uba jcbatfg ulgi qgfucjca j ofk sfjgr yjmx, atja ulgi ujnf ylgat ab atf mtliv jcv uba xlmxfv bea bo tlr tberf. Vb rtf kfca ab Jtfc Jtejc’r ojwlis, kjcalcu Jtfc Jtjec ab gfmbuclhf atf mtliv.”
“The area around his house has heavy snow blockage. There’s no signal either so he can’t contact uncle but I know someone who lives there. Seeing uncle cares about Chen Chuan, I had them specially contacted.”
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