“Girl! Stop crying; you look terrible!”
I didn’t respond.
“You’re beautiful when you smile!”
I laughed in anger and lightly punched his chest. “Pervert!”
The next afternoon, I had two classes. After class, I couldn’t stop worrying about Ye Zhengchen’s injured hand. Unable to focus on the research lab, I left school early to buy ribs and fruit.
After putting things down at home, I took the fruit to check on him next door. I rang the doorbell twice, and he answered, “Door’s unlocked.”
I entered and saw him washing his hair, his right hand wrapped in thick bandages, awkwardly splashing water on his head with his left hand. Water droplets flowed down his bronze-colored back, revealing his strong back muscles, unlike those of a gentle doctor.
A blurry silhouette flashed before my eyes – wearing a white doctor’s coat and military green woolen pants, perfectly straight. A hint of a light green shirt collar was visible.
This silhouette was tall and built like Ye Zhengchen. I shook my head, dismissing the thought.
Putting down the fruit, I walked over and took a towel to wipe the water from his back. “Let me help you.”
“You’re back so early? Aren’t you afraid the professor will skin you alive?”
“He’s already skinned me twice, I’m not afraid of being skinned again.”
“You couldn’t bear to leave me alone at home?” he winked.
“Stop talking nonsense!” I glared at him, pulling up a chair. “Sit down!”
He obediently sat, and I mimicked a dry wash like at a salon, wiping his hair and applying shampoo while massaging. His hair was soft against my palm, reminiscent of silky chocolate.
My gaze shifted to his half-naked upper body. It was a striking sight—not thin or overly muscular, but firm and strong. Very masculine!
“Senior,” I finally asked, “Did you really graduate from Peking University Medical School?”
“Hmm.”
“Have you ever been a soldier?”
“No!”
Ye Zhengchen opened his eyes and looked at me. Except when facing patients, I rarely saw him so focused. “Do you think I look like a soldier?”
“Yes! You do things cleanly and efficiently; your life is simple and organized. Soldiers are like this.”
“Maybe from studying medicine for too long, I have a strong sense of time and a bit of cleanliness obsession.”
