Love in Shackles

Near noon, we concluded our ultimate entanglement at the happiest peak.

He took care of everything for me, lying on my chest and enjoying the rare tranquility.

After a while, I reached for a pen on the bedside table, moved to the edge of the bed, and drew a horizontal and vertical line on the wall. I decided to add yesterday’s session as well, so I drew another small horizontal line.

“What are you drawing?” he asked, looking at the half-written “zheng” character on the wall.

“Marking the number of tutoring sessions, so you can’t renege on the bill!”

He let out a bright laugh, grabbed my pen, added a couple more strokes, and pulled me back into his embrace.

“Are you sure you’re a full-time doctor?”

He looked at me thoughtfully, a drop of sweat falling on my forehead. “Why do you ask?”

“Haven’t you worked part-time at the Kabuki theater in Shinjuku?!”

He laughed. “Don’t have such high expectations of them! They need to take many stimulants to service once!”

But I still felt that a doctor shouldn’t have such a strong body and fierce stamina!

Author’s note: Oh my! A day’s labor for a high-skilled worker is actually two thousand yuan; I want to be a high-skilled worker too!

Under the eaves

If Brother Feng hadn’t called to remind Ye Zhengchen that today was his birthday and informed him about the dinner everyone had prepared, I would certainly have died on my own bed.

I was truly muddled; I couldn’t even distinguish which two intertwined bodies belonged to whom! When he hung up the phone and withdrew from my body, I felt dismantled, completely lacking the strength to tidy up the mess on me or even cover myself with the blanket.

I couldn’t help but sigh: the cost of this tutoring is too high! Compared to this, the Japanese’s high tuition fees seem humane, and the 800 yen per hour at convenience stores is reasonable. I’ll never complain about life’s hardships again!

The most frustrating thing is that Ye Zhengchen lay beside me with a satisfied look, easily stretching his impressive body. If not for the thin layer of sweat glistening on his muscular form, I would doubt this was the same man who had just engaged in intense exercise with me.

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