Just as the two were about to enter the house, Chen Ying's voice came from the side.
Chen Ying looked like she had been waiting here for a long time. She nodded to Ling Shuangjiang and said, "Brother Xie, can we exchange contact information?"
Without hesitation, Xie Wang recited a string of numbers: "Business cooperation + WeChat."
Then, the room door was gently closed.
"Is that your WeChat account?" Ling Shuangjiang asked.
"My assistant's WeChat, it's on the business card." After placing Ling Shuangjiang on the sofa, Xie Wang wanted to immediately check the injury on his foot, but Ling Shuangjiang refused.
Ling Shuangjiang pointed to the bathroom: "Your clothes are wet too. Go take a shower first, so you don't catch a cold."
Xie Wang cleared his throat: "No need, I'll go back to my own room to shower."
Ling Shuangjiang compromised: "Okay, but I want to take off my clothes and wig first, because I'm very uncomfortable right now."
Xie Wang nodded and stood by the window to avoid suspicion: "This rain is really heavy."
Ling Shuangjiang smiled quietly, slowly took off her stockings and high heels, and then walked barefoot behind Xie Wang.
Xie Wang thought he had finished changing, but when he turned around, he was startled to see Ling Shuangjiang's bare back.
Ling Shuangjiang turned her head slightly and said, "Help me unzip my jacket, I can't reach it."
Xie Wang's heart tightened: "Hmm."
The sound of the zipper was especially noticeable in the empty, quiet room. As the sound faded, the skirt slipped off her shoulders and fell to her feet.
A back as white as porcelain suddenly appeared before Xie Wang.
The red mole next to my shoulder blade is still clearly visible.
But looking at it today, I have a different feeling.
Xie Wang quickly looked away, saying, "Hurry up and get dressed, lest you get sick."
"Oh." Ling Shuangjiang responded lazily, and slowly walked into the bedroom with her slender legs, as if she were walking a catwalk, unhurried.
Xie Wang stood alone in the living room, suddenly feeling somewhat unwell.
He stuffed a piece of paper into his nose and said, "Your butt is really perky."
"It's even perkier than mine."
When Ling Shuangjiang came out, she had already taken off her wig.
He sat on the sofa and raised his right foot: "Sure enough, I got a blister."
Ling Shuangjiang looked completely normal at this moment, just like before, unlike when Xie Wang was dressed as a woman.
Xie Wang naturally took his foot in his hand and said, "I'll disinfect it for you, and then I'll puncture it."
Ling Shuangjiang nodded: "Thank you for your trouble."
The two sat together, and to make it easier to operate, Ling Shuangjiang lifted her legs onto Xie Wang's legs, lazily squinting her eyes, looking somewhat sleepy, like a ragdoll cat.
Xie Wang was very meticulous in his work, moving very gently with every step, afraid of hurting Ling Shuangjiang. His hands were also large enough to easily hold Ling Shuangjiang's ankle with one hand.
Xie Wang's aura and sense of oppression were clearly very strong, and his temper seemed unapproachable, yet he was currently acting like a fierce lion gently treating his little toy.
Ling Shuangjiang propped her head up on her side, thinking about Chen Ying and what happened tonight, and suddenly wanted to tease him.
What kind of girl do you like?
"If there's a chance, I'll introduce you to someone."
Xie Wang's eyes flickered, and he frowned slightly: "No need, I don't want to be in a relationship right now."
Ling Shuangjiang smiled and said, "Really? I've suddenly felt like dating recently. If you know anyone suitable, could you keep an eye out for me?"
Xie Wang glanced at him, his expression not good.
His brother was handsome, gentle, sensible and considerate, like a dazzling pearl.
Introducing them to anyone would be too cheap for that person.
He even had the idea of secretly hiding the pearl.
"How old are you to be in such a hurry to fall in love? At your age, this is the golden age to focus on your career. Don't let romance hold you back," Xie Wangyi said righteously.
"But you told me last time that you would introduce me to someone." Ling Shuangjiang's tone was tinged with grievance. "You didn't keep your word."
In fact, Xie Wang had already treated the blisters. But he didn't rush to let go of Ling Shuangjiang. Instead, he continued to hold his ankle and gently rub it.
"That was my thought at the time. After getting to know you better, I realized that your personality is not suitable for the girls around me."
"They are beautiful and shrewd, like poisonous mushrooms. They look tempting, but they can actually have you completely under their control, making you fall into an emotional trap and suffer a complete defeat."
Xie Wangkan turned serious.
Seeing this, Ling Shuangjiang wanted to test how Xie Wang would react if he knew he was gay.
He gently propped himself up, slowly resting his chin on Xie Wang's shoulder, and raised the corner of his eye: "Then what should we do?"
Xie Wang sat up straight: "Good boy, it's fine not to pick poisonous mushrooms. Don't look for a girlfriend for now."
Ling Shuangjiang chuckled: "Brother, how about finding a boyfriend?"
Chapter 19 The Night Before the Crematorium
The gentle tone of "brother" reached Xie Wang's ears, causing his throat to tighten.
Ling Shuangjiang's hot breath quietly approached him. He stiffly turned his head and found the other person affectionately resting their chin on his shoulder, their eyes clean and pure, earnestly waiting for his answer.
"You're not gay, why do you like guys?" Xie Wang quickly looked away: "I've seen gay movies, and even the actors in them are so unattractive. There must be even fewer outstanding gay men in real life."
Xie Wang felt that his brother's idea was very dangerous, and that his thinking was somewhat crooked, so he tried to straighten him out.
"Besides, you're still young and don't understand the dangers of gay men. I have a friend who was deceived by three scumbag gay men in a row, and his love life has been very bumpy."
Ling Shuangjiang smiled at his serious analysis, "But there are also many scumbags among straight men. What distinguishes good people from bad people is their character, not their sexual orientation."
Xie Wang knew that Ling Shuangjiang's words made a lot of sense, and he also knew that he was indeed generalizing from limited information, but he really couldn't think of any other reason to persuade Ling Shuangjiang to give up this dangerous idea.
"Frost's Descent, being gay and pretending to be gay are different. Being gay is troublesome because he—"
Regarding the unspeakable aspects, Xie Wang accidentally clicked on a website while doing his research that day and looked at it for two minutes.
His first thought was that his lower body must be in excruciating pain, but he didn't want to be too explicit and traumatize Ling Shuangjiang, so he said tactfully, "Anyway, let's just be straight men and it'll be okay."
With a terrible headache, Ling Shuangjiang slowly pulled herself back and leaned against the sofa: "You wouldn't help me find a girlfriend, and you won't agree to help me find a boyfriend..."
He glanced at Xie Wang, a subtle smile playing on his lips: "You wouldn't be thinking of taking me for yourself, would you?"
"Of course not." Xie Wang's expression changed instantly, and he subconsciously stood up, trying his best to refute: "I just want you to focus on your career. After all, young people should strive more."
Seeing his wronged and angry expression, Ling Shuangjiang smiled and looked down.
He reached out to Xie Wang: "Alright, I was just joking with you. I know you meant well."
"Hmm." Xie Wang, his face dark, sat down next to Ling Shuangjiang after his anger subsided slightly, took the hand Ling Shuangjiang offered, and pinched it between his fingertips.
Feeling the warmth of Xie Wang's palm, Ling Shuangjiang pondered for a long time.
Xie Wang realized that his tone had been a bit hasty, and said to him, "Go take a shower, I'm going back to sleep too."
Ling Shuangjiang glanced at the bathroom: "My bathroom broke down before I left this morning. Can I have a repairman come and fix it?"
Xie Wang raised his wrist: "It might be a bit difficult at this time, otherwise I'll arrange another room for you to take a shower there."
This answer made Ling Shuangjiang glance at Xie Wang a few more times. He propped his head up with his right hand and murmured, "No need to trouble yourself, I'll go find another guest to use the restroom."
"Why borrow from someone else?" Xie Wang frowned. "Why don't you just wash at my place?"
Ling Shuangjiang smiled: "Is it convenient?"
Xie Wang: "Of course."
So Ling Shuangjiang took his bathrobe and prepared to go to Xie Wang's room. In the corridor, he walked side by side with Xie Wang, silently gazing at the other's profile, lost in thought.
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Soon, Ling Shuangjiang finished her bath and Xie Wang went in.
Sitting on the sofa drying his hair, he gently pressed his temples and found that his head was getting more and more painful.
I got caught in the rain today; I'm probably going to catch a cold.
He sighed softly; Xie Wang was right.
He definitely needs to exercise more to improve his immunity.
When Xie Wang came out of the bathroom, he noticed something was wrong with him.
"uncomfortable?"
Ling Shuangjiang: "Hmm, my head hurts."
Xie Wang remembered Ling Shuangjiang getting caught in the rain, so he quickly walked over and touched his forehead to check his temperature: "You're not hot right now."
Ling Shuangjiang smiled with narrowed eyes: "Go back and take some cold medicine, you should be fine by tomorrow morning."
"But your head hurts so much, how can you sleep?" Xie Wang, his hair still wet, sat down next to Ling Shuangjiang and raised his hand: "Let me rub it for you."
Ling Shuangjiang glanced at him, then leaned into his arms and said, "Mmm."
Xie Wang hadn't expected Ling Shuangjiang to be lying in his arms. He felt her soft touch and guessed that she was probably in too much pain.
"Rest on my lap, I'll massage you."
"Thanks."
Ling Shuangjiang adjusted her position and lay down on Xie Wang's lap.
"If you have poor physical condition, you should exercise more."
Although Xie Wang often said this repeatedly, he didn't mind saying it again.
"Um."
"good."
Ling Shuangjiang responded softly, like a lazy, listless kitten.