Luggage Syndrome

Looking at the new schedule for next month, Fu Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

A new batch of interns is about to arrive. Although Fu Lang has an extra task of leading the interns, he has more morning shifts due to this.

He finally had time to spend with his little boyfriend.

During the half month of dating Liang Yicheng, Fu Lang always apologized.

He never thought he could be a qualified lover.As for Liang Yicheng, although he is sometimes a bit stupid, most of the time he is an extremely caring and considerate lover.

Liang Yicheng is as clingy as any boy who just fell in love, but he never shows up on the day when he just finished his night shift, and he never proposes to stay overnight.Even if it was just a kiss, as long as he didn't cooperate, Liang Yicheng would just curl up his mouth and curl up in aggrieved balls, and would never bother or ask for anything.

Not for nothing.

Liang Yicheng just didn't dare to ask him anything.

It seemed that he was afraid that his waywardness would be the last straw to crush him who was crumbling.

Liang Yicheng was always cautious.

But in Fu Lang's eyes, Liang Yicheng is not a fragile product.

The dark deer's eyes are like crystal clear black jade, but they don't know how to treasure them properly, they always look at him unreservedly, generous, frank, with hot and pure emotions at a glance, which makes Fu Lang have the urge to defile them from time to time.

But Fu Lang still remembered the figure in that heavy rain.

Thin and fragile.

The scorching sun could easily turn Liang Yicheng's fair skin into a bright red.

He who is fragmented may inadvertently hurt Liang Yicheng.

He had to hesitate.

The ward rounds before the shift of the wards were always full of problems. By the time Fu Lang left the hospital, it was already dark.

Even in summer with long days and short nights, Fu Lang seldom returns home before the sunset.

In the past, he would not care about these.To him, that dark and silent room was not much different from a dark street or a lifeless hospital.

Fu Lang parked the car, and when he walked downstairs, he inadvertently raised his head.

A pale yellow light shone through the windows of his house.Soft, but with a reassuring power.

It's what he misses, the feeling of home.

There was a familiar yet unfamiliar sense of excitement that drove him to quicken his pace, but the elevator stopped uncooperatively at the upper floor.Fu Lang pushed open the door of the stairwell without thinking, and strode up the stairs like a child eager to go home.

Standing at the door of the house, Fu Lang breathed lightly, and slowly and quietly opened the door of his house.

That was the most common prank he did when he was a teenager, because he loved to see the unexpected expressions of people waiting for him to go home.

But when the door was actually opened, he was the one who was surprised.

The soft lights illuminated every corner of the room, the familiar aroma of home-cooked food wafted into the nostrils, and the sound of cooking came from the room.

Just like the countless days when there were still homes in the past, it was ordinary and peaceful.

At this moment, he just wanted to cry.

Fu Lang stood at the entrance for a while, then took off his shoes, and entered the room lightly.

"Meow meow meow--!"

After two steps, the little white cat in the house heard the movement, and ran out excitedly.

Seeing that he was found by the cat, Fu Lang was a little annoyed, but he heard the people in the room still cooking, and he didn't seem to notice it, so he quickly picked up the white wolf that was still meowing, and locked it into the study.

"Meow meow meow--!"

The faint cry of the little white cat across the door was quickly drowned out by the sizzling oil pan. Fu Lang heaved a sigh of relief and tiptoed into the living room.

Liang Yicheng was wearing his home clothes and his black apron, staring intently at the pot, holding up the spatula with a serious face, poking the obviously uncooked chicken wings from time to time as if threatening.

The fire of the stove was turned on very high, and the temperature in the pot was very high, and oil splashed out from time to time.Liang Yicheng seemed to be facing an enemy, frowning and dodging here and there, but his eyes refused to leave the chicken wings in the pot for a moment, as if he could flap and fly away in a blink of an eye.

Liang Yicheng, who cooks seriously, is too cute.

Fu Lang didn't hold back, and quickly slipped behind Liang Yicheng, hugging the unaware man into his arms.

"Wow!"

Liang Yicheng was so frightened that the spatula fell into the pot. Fu Lang quickly reached out and turned off the gas stove before hugging him tightly again.

Liang Yicheng struggled a few times at first, but couldn't break free, so he quietly let him hold him. After a while, he asked softly, "Brother Lang?"

"Ah."

"You scared me to death..." Liang Yicheng struggled gently again, and said, "Are you hungry? Let me finish frying the chicken wings, and dinner will be served right away."

Only then did Fu Lang let go of his hand, but he didn't walk away, standing there looking at Liang Yicheng.

He was very close, and Liang Yicheng was obviously unnatural, like a small animal being targeted by a natural enemy, with nowhere to hide, so he could only timidly prepare food for him.

Liang Yicheng made this meal very difficult.

Although his cooking skills are not as good as Fu Lang's, but after living in the dormitory for a long time, he can still cook simple meals.

The first few dishes served on the table were quite normal, but the fried chicken wings under Fu Lang's "surveillance" were a bit horrible.

Fu Lang didn't seem to mind, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a scorched chicken wing immediately, Liang Yicheng was anxious: "Hey, Brother Lang, don't eat that, eat something else..."

Fu Lang ignored it, and slowly removed the scorched skin with chopsticks, exposing the white and tender chicken inside, before putting it into Liang Yicheng's bowl.

Liang Yicheng was immediately moved, and looked up at Fu Lang.

Fu Lang was also looking at him.

After meeting his gaze, Fu Lang smiled lightly, his handsome face was extremely gentle.

At this moment, Liang Yicheng just wanted to pounce on him and kiss him.

But as soon as he got up, Fu Lang pushed him back and said lazily, "Try it quickly and see if it's poisonous."

Liang Yicheng: "..."

The meal was eaten quietly.But Liang Yicheng could tell that Fu Lang was in a good mood.

Perhaps because he didn't have to worry about cooking anymore, Fu Lang's mental state was also better than usual.

It is not in vain that he endured the harassment of the little white cat and finished the meal!

"Hey, speaking of it, where's Xiaobai?"

"Uh." Fu Lang coughed lightly, "In the study."

"Why did you run into the study all of a sudden? You haven't come out all night. When I was cooking just now, it kept pestering me to beg for food..."

Liang Yicheng muttered and stood up, suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his leg, he didn't care, he was going to look for the cat in the study, but was stopped by Fu Lang.

"Brother Lang?"

Liang Yicheng turned his head strangely. Fu Lang was frowning and looking at his pants seriously.

"How is this going?"

Liang Yicheng lowered his head, there were several long dark red bloodstains on the thighs of the light gray home trousers, and the bloodstains were blurred on the thin cotton trousers, appearing clear and hideous.

"Uh, when I was steaming the fish just now, Xiaobai hung on my leg. It just hurt a little. I didn't expect to bleed... Sorry, I stained your pants, can the blood be washed off..."

Liang Yicheng spoke dejectedly, but Fu Lang's face turned darker, and he stood up without saying a word, as if he was going to trouble the little white cat.

Liang Yicheng quickly grabbed him and said, "Brother Lang, don't be angry! Xiaobai didn't do it on purpose! It just doesn't know that its nails are longer than before, and it's heavier than before. Don't be angry with it..."

Fu Lang looked at him silently, his dark eyes burning with anger.Liang Yicheng didn't dare to say anything, but still held onto Fu Lang tightly.

Finally, Fu Lang sighed and said, "Let go, I'll go get the medicine box."

Fu Lang looked coldly at Liang Yicheng who was limping and following him like a little tail.

Call Liang Yicheng stupid, but he can keenly sense Fu Lang's anger and stick to him flatteringly.

Let's say he's not stupid, but he has a disturbed expression on his face, which clearly shows that he is worried. Fu Lang just lied to him to get the medicine box, and if he turns around, he might run to beat up the white wolf.

The idiot had no idea what he was mad about.

Fu Lang carried the medicine box and returned to the living room with a straight face.Liang Yicheng breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the sofa in an orderly manner.

Fu Lang poured iodine and alcohol, and prepared a few cotton balls, then glanced at Liang Yicheng lightly, and said, "Take off your pants."

Liang Yicheng's face turned red.

Fu Lang was stunned.Faced with many patients every day, he has no extra thoughts on this sentence.But Liang Yicheng's reaction was really fresh.

Trembling, Liang Yicheng untied the elastic band, hesitantly took off his trousers, lay on the sofa, and wriggled his long top to cover his light blue boxer briefs.

Fu Lang raised his lips slightly, but when he saw those ferocious bloodstains clearly, his face darkened again.

Liang Yicheng had been carefully observing his expression, and when he saw his frown, he immediately said, "Brother Lang, I'm really fine, it doesn't hurt..."

Fu Lang glanced at Liang Yicheng coldly, and Liang Yicheng immediately shut his mouth.

The few cat scratches were indeed not deep, but they were very long, and they were distributed on the inner sides of the thighs on both sides.The skin of Liang Yicheng's thighs was white and tender, and the deep red scratch marks were extremely prominent.

Fu Lang's movements were very light, but the pain of alcohol touching the wound would not be relieved.As soon as the cold alcohol cotton ball touched the wound on Liang Yicheng's left leg, he trembled violently, but pressed his lips together tightly, sweating profusely from the pain, and dared not make a sound.

Fu Lang's heart softened, he sighed, gently kneaded the tensed thigh muscles comfortingly, and said, "Relax, bear with it, the pain will stop immediately, just call out when it hurts."

Liang Yicheng responded in a low voice.

Fu Lang picked up the alcohol cotton ball again and gently disinfected the wound.

Liang Yicheng's thighs couldn't stop shaking, but he didn't cry out for pain. He looked at Fu Lang with deer eyes.

Fu Lang had been paying attention to his reaction all the time, but now his breathing was a little short of him, so he stopped looking at him and concentrated on disinfection.

The wound on Liang Yicheng's right thigh was very high, and the hem he tore off just covered part of it. Fu Lang stretched out a hand and gently lifted the hem of the clothes and the bottom of the panties together.

As soon as Fu Lang's hand touched that white leg, Liang Yicheng flinched immediately, his face turned even redder.

Fu Lang didn't notice it, he only saw Liang Yicheng's white thighs were tense and trembling.

He was a little strange, the wound on the right side was very shallow, and logically speaking, it shouldn't hurt much.But he also knew that Liang Yicheng was afraid of pain, so he didn't think too much about it, he finished the disinfection carefully, and even picked up a clean cotton ball to gently wipe off the excess disinfectant around the wound for him.

There was an extremely restrained panting from above his head.

Fu Lang understood everything.

Even though the two hands that were pulling the clothes worked hard to cover them, the hem of the loose clothes still showed a clear outline.Liang Yicheng buried his face in the back of the sofa, but his exposed ears were flushed red.

Fu Lang felt angry when he saw it, and deliberately stroked soft cotton across his delicate legs. Liang Yicheng's breathing suddenly became disordered, and his chest began to heave violently.

Fu Lang didn't say a word, patiently stroking his inner thighs, Liang Yicheng soon began to have difficulty breathing, and couldn't hide his face. He sat up with a flushed face, sucked in his breath, and asked in embarrassment: "How about you?" Are you okay?"

Fu Lang coughed lightly, stood up, pulled his clothes, and mechanically told him: "Try not to get water on the wound these few days, and don't eat spicy food... What's wrong?"

Liang Yicheng lowered his head, his ears were red enough to bleed, but he stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Fu Lang's hand.

"Brother Lang, I, I hurt..."

Liang Yicheng spoke in a low voice, finally lifted his flushed face, and looked at him pitifully with those wet deer eyes.

"Can you, kiss me?"

Fu Lang felt that this fool might not be stupid at all.

The author says:

This chapter is also known as the scene of the white wolf falling out of favor, so if you are witty, please guess if the next chapter will become a car rollover scene (*^▽^*)