Chapter 5
Wen Chen quickly carried Luo Qingjia to the sofa, set him down gently, and adjusted the cushions to ensure he was sitting securely before turning to fetch the first-aid kit.
His steps were hurried, lacking his usual composure.
Watching Wen Chen fuss over him in such an anxious state, the irritability brought on by the pain dissipated significantly. Luo Qingjia even secretly rejoiced, thinking that this fall was actually quite a stroke of luck.
"It hurts a lot, doesn't it, Jiajia?" Wen Chen knelt on one knee on the carpet, looking up at Luo Qingjia. His gaze landed on the boy's tightly bitten lower lip, his eyes brimming with heartache. "I'll apply the medicine for you. If it hurts, just cry out. Don't bite yourself."
Before his voice had completely faded, Wen Chen lowered his head. He supported the little guy's ice-cold left foot and gently rested it against his own raised thigh. After rubbing the medicated oil in his palms to warm it, he held the fair, tender calf with one hand while kneading the red and swollen ankle with the other.
"Hiss... ah..." The pain made Luo Qingjia's toes curl, lightly scratching against the thigh beneath his foot with every twitch.
His attention was entirely consumed by the pain, so he didn't realize how inappropriate his actions were, nor did he notice the man's increasingly burning skin and stiffening movements.
If he had noticed, he probably would have... doubled down on it.
"Your ankle is done." After an unknown amount of time, Wen Chen looked up and asked, "Where else does this leg hurt?"
Luo Qingjia's eyes darted away evasively, and he shook his head repeatedly.
"Jiajia, injuries need to be treated promptly. A short, sharp pain is better than a long, drawn-out one." Wen Chen guided patiently, though his words seemed to hold a double meaning.
Seeing the little guy lower his eyes and stay silent, Wen Chen's sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Earlier, while examining him on the floor and pressing down the length of his legs, the little guy had been whimpering the entire time. Aside from the left ankle, right knee, and the root of his right thigh which elicited strong reactions, he wasn't sure of the exact locations of some of the minor injuries.
"If Jiajia won't say, Uncle will just have to check inch by inch." Brooking no argument, Wen Chen rolled up Luo Qingjia's pant leg.
The fabric was loose and silky; as soon as he rolled it up, it slipped right back down. Wen Chen had no choice but to hold the bunched fabric at the thigh with his hand. Without the cloth as a barrier, his fingertips touched the soft, tender skin, and instinctively, his grip tightened.
Aside from the crimson finger marks he had just accidentally left there, from the front, the entire leg looked fair, delicate, and completely free of any signs of injury.
Recalling the posture in which the poor little thing had tumbled, realization dawned on Wen Chen. He lifted the boy's leg, and sure enough, he found a patch of dark bruising on the back of his thigh. Fortunately, the skin wasn't broken.
"Jiajia, help Uncle hold your pant leg up."
What Wen Chen meant was for Luo Qingjia to hold his own pant leg securely so he could free his hands to warm up the medicated oil.
Luo Qingjia understood perfectly, but he deliberately misinterpreted the request. He quietly moved his right foot, pinched the hem of Wen Chen's suit pants between his toes, and teasingly slid his foot up along the man's calf.
Sensing the man stiffen, he struck first, asking with feigned reluctance, "Why do you want me to pull up your pant leg? I won't be able to hold it for long, the root of my thigh really hurts."
"Jiajia..." Wen Chen caught the mischievous little foot, explaining in a hoarse voice, "I was telling you to pull up your own pant leg."
"Uncle needs to free his hands to apply the medicine for you." Wen Chen heavily emphasized the word "Uncle," deliberately highlighting their relationship.
However, his stiff tone betrayed his guilty conscience.
Luo Qingjia fought back a smirk and abruptly yanked the pant leg that had slipped just above his knee all the way up. Taking advantage of Wen Chen's momentary distraction, he rested his left calf onto Wen Chen's shoulder. Looking like a wronged little wife, he pleaded, "Then be gentle, I'm scared of the pain."
The air became stagnant and scorching hot.
His field of vision filled with a beautiful sight he shouldn't be peeking at, Wen Chen could only lower his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he squeezed out a difficult sentence, "Jiajia... it's too close..."
It was too close. Close enough that he could smell the boy's pleasant natural scent, mixed with the faint scent of medicine. That was the medicine he had secretly applied to that very spot last night.
As the elder, he should possess a sense of boundaries; he should back away to a safe distance himself. But he couldn't do it. He could only remain frozen in place. His mouth was refusing, but his actions were accommodating, even indulging.
When facing Jiajia, his body easily slipped out of his brain's control. This 'symptom' was only getting worse.
"Is it close?" Luo Qingjia said sulkily. "Does Uncle hate my closeness that much? Is it because I said last night I'd only call someone Daddy in bed? Do you think I'm frivolous, and you're afraid I'll seduce you?"
"Jiajia, I didn't..."
"Stop coaxing me!" Luo Qingjia cut Wen Chen off, his fair cheeks flushing with agitation. "Last night, right after I said I'd only call someone Daddy in bed, you threatened that if I kept acting like that, you wouldn't want me anymore."
Wen Chen lowered his eyes and remained silent, a flash of confusion passing through his complex phoenix eyes. Did he say he didn't want Jiajia? Impossible. Jiajia was more important than his own life.
The harshest thing he had ever said was, "If you keep this up, I won't dare to appear in front of you."
That wasn't a threat. How could he bear to threaten his precious darling? At most, it was a reminder. A reminder to Jiajia, but even more so, a reminder to himself.
As the elder, he had to remain rational and restrained, unable to let a twisted relationship hurt Jiajia.
But Jiajia was fuming right now. Anything he said would just sound like a weak excuse and only make the little guy angrier. Being angry was bad for one's health.
However, Luo Qingjia took Wen Chen's silence as a tacit admission and decided to burn his bridges and go all in.
"I already made it very clear last night. Right now, I only want to be affectionate with my boyfriend. Does Uncle really think I want to be this close to you? It's only because my ankle is injured that I had to rest my calf on your shoulder."
"Also, this is just how I talk. I picked it up when I lived in the dorms during my freshman year. I'm not targeting you. I talk even sluttier with my boyfriend..."
"Jiajia!" The veins on Wen Chen's forehead throbbed. He coldly interrupted Luo Qingjia, "Stop talking. Let's treat your injuries first."
As he spoke, he started pouring the medicated oil. Perhaps due to unsteady hands, Wen Chen poured out a much larger amount this time. The honey-colored oil trickled down his long fingers and over the bulging veins on the back of his hand. The sight was tantalizing, making Luo Qingjia's heart itch uncontrollably.
The sole of his foot felt itchy, too.
Luo Qingjia simply moved the leg resting on the man's shoulder down to his broad chest, pressing the sole of his foot against the buttons of the man's shirt.
Outwardly, he appeared to be kicking and resisting, but in reality, he was using it to scratch the itch on his sole, taking the opportunity to tread against those incredibly firm pectoral muscles.
He was blooming with joy on the inside, though he still sounded fierce outwardly. "Hmph, I don't need you to care!"
"Jiajia..." Wen Chen firmly grabbed the misbehaving little foot, the heat from his palm terrifyingly hot. "Be good, stop messing around."
Luo Qingjia was burned so much his face and ears flushed red. It was only by sheer, astonishing willpower that he didn't blurt out something slutty like "Okay, Daddy."
For the sake of his long-term plans, he gritted his teeth and continued to provoke Wen Chen. "I'm not messing around. Seriously, if Uncle doesn't want me, hurry up and send me away. It'll be the perfect excuse for me to move in with my boyfriend, saving Uncle the trouble of being on guard against me every single day..."
"I want you." Wen Chen looked up, his words earnest and his gaze burning brightly.
Even through the gold-rimmed glasses, Luo Qingjia was so scorched by that fiery gaze that his heart skipped a beat. For a moment, he forgot what his next move was supposed to be and simply stared blankly at Wen Chen.
Wen Chen had zero romantic experience and had never given any other admirers the chance to get close. Because of this, he mistakenly interpreted Luo Qingjia's expression as utter shock, feeling even more ashamed of his own slip of the tongue.
I want you. how could he say such filthy words with strong sexual undertones to the nephew he had raised with his own hands?
He hurriedly lowered his head and began massaging from the tender, fair little foot, working his way up inch by inch. He used the act of applying the medicated oil to cover up his embarrassment and shame.
The honey-colored oil soaked the smooth skin until it was crystal clear. Even the cute, round toes were stained with a mouth-watering honey hue. It was only then that Wen Chen realized he had lingered far too long in a place he shouldn't have.
"Don't misunderstand, Jiajia. What Uncle meant was... I want you as my nephew."
Wen Chen forced the words out with difficulty. "We are family for life. Nothing can separate us, especially not an outsider."
Hearing the first part, Luo Qingjia felt as if a basin of cold water had been dumped over his heart. It wasn't until he heard the word "outsider" that a rush of heat surged back into his chest.
Tsk. Calling his nephew's boyfriend an "outsider" with such a sour, jealous tone. was this a normal uncle's reaction?
The more Luo Qingjia thought about it, the funnier it got. He had to purse his lips to suppress a smile.
Thinking the boy was sulking, Wen Chen didn't say another word, fully focusing on massaging the bruises on his leg.
Ten minutes later, Wen Chen gently set down Luo Qingjia's left leg, rolled the right pant leg up as high as it would go, and lightly touched his fingertips to the skin. "Uncle is going to massage here now. Hold your pants up."
"Mhm," Luo Qingjia replied shyly, biting his lower lip, his pale, slender fingers unconsciously clutching the sofa cushions.
The pads of the man's fingers, lightly calloused and terrifyingly hot, pressed against his skin and flesh with just the right amount of pressure. Besides the soreness, there was a shudder-inducing, tingling itch.
Before he knew it, the light blush on Luo Qingjia's face had deepened into a flushed crimson, and his broken cries of pain had turned into ambiguous, breathy moans.
"Ah~" A certain sensitive area on his inner thigh was suddenly pressed hard. Following a flash of pain, Luo Qingjia felt a wave of numbness shoot straight up his spine. He couldn't hold back a wanton cry, his whole body shuddering uncontrollably.
The newly awakened "Little Jia" happened to brush against the man's fingers.
The air instantly froze.
Luo Qingjia's greatest joy was watching Wen Chen lose control, but when his own loss of control was discovered, he couldn't help but feel so embarrassed he wanted to curl his toes into the floorboards.
However, this embarrassment was quickly replaced by a blazing desire to conquer.
He couldn't stand Wen Chen acting as if nothing had happened; it made his own arousal seem absolutely ridiculous.
"Is Uncle going to the company later?" Luo Qingjia asked nonchalantly.
"What?" Wen Chen rubbed his fingers together; the lingering sensation made it impossible for him to think straight.
He didn't understand why his baby's thoughts were jumping around so erratically. Could it be that he was the only one whose heart was thrown into a chaotic frenzy by the intimate contact just now?
"If Uncle is going to the company, give me a ride along the way."
"What does Jiajia need to do?" Wen Chen had a vague, sinking premonition.
"Look for my boyfriend."
"No."
"Uncle touched it just now, right? I'm hard." Luo Qingjia leaned forward, closing the distance between him and Wen Chen, his expression entirely unabashed. "Don't worry, it's not because of you. At this hot-blooded age, I get like this no matter who touches me."
"Mm, it's a normal physiological reaction. Jiajia doesn't need to take it to heart." Wen Chen rubbed his fingers together again. His tone was flat, but his voice carried a slight tremble.
"Mhm, it's normal right, it's just that being in this state is really uncomfortable. Uncle, just let me leave, okay? I want to go find my boyfriend to resolve it."
"Absolutely not!" Wen Chen's face turned livid. "He is not suitable for you. Until Jiajia forgets about him, you are not allowed to leave this island."
"If he isn't suitable, who is? You?" Luo Qingjia challenged loudly.
Wen Chen's expression shifted slightly, hesitating as if he wanted to speak but couldn't.
Luo Qingjia waved a hand dismissively. "Sigh, I'm just joking. After Uncle has rejected me so many times, I gave up a long time ago."
Ignoring Wen Chen's increasingly grim expression, he blinked playfully at him and flashed a cheeky smile. "Or else, why doesn't Uncle help me resolve it?"
"Nonsense!" Wen Chen's face went from thunderous black to flushed red, as if some illicit thought had crossed his mind.
"Huh? What is Uncle thinking about? I was just trying to ask Uncle to buy me one of those toys."
Before Wen Chen could react, Luo Qingjia quickly added, "Don't buy a fleshlight, though. I want the kind used for the back."
"You don't understand. For someone like me who wants to be pinned down by a man, it's mainly an itch in the back. A masturbation cup is just scratching the surface. It takes something deep inside to resolve the root of the problem."
"Uncle is the one who rubbed me until I was fired up, so you should take responsibility for me and help me solve this problem, right?"
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