The June of Blossoming Yearning

Chu Ruilin was a bit baffled by the hint of unconcealed hostility in Shen Zichen's words. He thought, perhaps it is because the kid is sick, that he is being cranky.

But on thinking further about it, he realised that Shen Zichen, sick or not sick, was always 'cranky'. He had always had an eccentric temperament.

Chu Ruilin could never figure out the motivations behind this guy's actions or the reasoning behind his words. Chu Ruilin had an excellent EQ and could see through people's hearts at a glance. He could intuitively pick up on signals from people's words and body language but no matter what, he really couldn't see through this guy, at all.

When he finally found his phone under the pile of clothes he had been wearing in the morning, he realised that his phone had ran out of battery.

A doctor's phone is of immense importance to him, serving as a critical communication tool to get in touch with his patients and hospital colleagues. Moreover, Chu Ruilin had performed an emergency surgery in the morning and he really needed to follow through the case.

Hence, he requested a charger from Shen Zichen. However, after Shen Zichen handed him the charger, instead of taking it and leaving, he put his phone on charge on the beside table and went over to sit on the lounge sofa waiting for it charge.

After sitting down, he swiftly unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket, peeling it off him with the pure white boutonniere still attached and carelessly placing it on the armest. Finally he tugged at his perfectly tied bow- tie to loosen it and heaved a sigh of exhaustion. His almost perfect features contorted in exhaustion. Exhaustion pierced his skin to the marrow of his bones. His temples throbbed and calves ached from standing all day long.

Shen Zichen watched as the man leaned on the lounge sofa and relaxed his muscles. He wondered what a newly married man like him was doing relaxing in a younger guy's room on his wedding night. He couldn't help feeling that the current situation was a little absurd.

When he saw him shedding off his tuxedo jacket and loosening his bow tie. He had the ludicrous thought that this should be the view of every bride on her wedding night.

He felt that after pinching between the space of his eyebrows for a few more seconds, this man would stand up to walk over to him and slowly unbutton his snow white shirt with his deft fingers as well, and entangle with him between the bedsheets to consummate the wedding.

Bride Shen felt his already throbbing temples, throbbing even more.

He had a myriad other questions wreaking havoc in his brain as well. For example - What about Fang Yunzhu? Won't she be waiting for him? Is Chu Ruilin going to leave to go to her after charging his phone?

Hands massaging the base of his skull, he grabbed a mineral water bottle from the coffee table and walked over to sit next to Chu Ruilin. Unscrewing the bottlecap, he softly called out to Chu Ruilin and handed him the bottle.

Their fingers touched in the process and Chu Ruilin suddenly seized his wrist, frowning.

"You are burning up", came Chu Ruilin's voice, pulling him close and covering his forehead with his icy cold hand.

Shen Zichen was a little surprised by the swiftness of his action. However, he quickly realised that it should be due to Chu Ruilin's instincts as a doctor.

The other party's hand on his forehead despite its iciness seemed to scald him, somehow. Two different body temperatures melding together, sending the youth still in his late adolescene into a state of delirium.

When Chu Ruilin finally removed his hand, his reeling thoughts finally came to an abrupt halt. That feeling that ignited inside Shen Zichen was only a measly 2-3 seconds long but it was even more blazing and intense than any lava or magma.

Shen Zichen thought in a daze, perhaps I don't actually a fever, maybe it's this standoffish man sitting not even 5 inches away from me who is forcibly setting me alight.

Chu Ruilin, however was completely unaware of how the innocent looking youth next to him was cursing and blaming him in his mind for causing him to burn up.

He was genuinely concerned for Shen Zichen. When he touched the youth's forehead just now, his temperature felt hot enough to cook yangzhou fried rice, biangbiang noodles, sweet and sour pork, wonton soup, char sui as well as peking duck on it. It should be atleast a 103F fever.

Concerned uncle, Chu Ruilin couldn't leave his nephew in such a state. So, he responsibly walked up to the bedside table, picked up the hotel landline telephone and dialed the reception number, requesting for some acetaminophen or ibuprofen to be sent up urgently. While he was at it, he also dialed the room service and ordered a bowl of chicken soup for the patient.

After completing this task, he turned and sternly ordered the dazed Shen Zichen to move his ass from the lounge sofa and lay on the bed.

Shen Zichen sluggishly followed his orders. After he lay on the bed, he saw Chu Ruilin getting a thick fluffy dove gray blanket from the wardrobe and throwing it on his body and ordering again, "Cover yourself with the blanket".

So, he covered himself up to the waist with the blanket.

However Chu Ruilin still wasn't satisfied with the youth's actions, ordering yet again, "Pull up the blanket".

Shen Zichen pulled up the blanket to his lips, only his straight nose and shining eyes peeking out from the blanket.

Seemingly finally satisfied with the youth, Chen Ruilin then went to the bathroom and grabbed a face towel, dampening it with warm water.

After walking up to the bed with the towel in hand, he almost shoved the damp towel in patient Shen Zichen's face and ordered sharply, "Wipe your neck and forehead with it".

This time however, Shen Zichen wasn't feeling as cooperative as before, he was the patient after all.

Shouldn't Chu Ruilin be servicing him here instead? Why is the patient taking care of himself when the doctor is here?

He completely turned a blind eye to the part of Chu Ruilin being a neurosurgeon and not a physician or a nursemaid, replying with a throaty voice, suddenly feigning weakness. "Ge, I'm too tired. I can't move my hands. Can you wipe it for me instead?"