His Pain and Tenderness

[The hairy e-sports player Shou Lingye × Gentle physiotherapist attacks Su Yan] When Su Yan bumped into Ling Ye in the team corridor, the opponent had just lost the game. He looked like a little beast with explosive hair and almost knocked over his suitcase. "The new physical therapist?" The boy raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Can he treat my hand or my temper?" Ling Ye's difficulties came unexpectedly: he called him for "emergency physical therapy" at three in the morning, deliberately knocked over the recovery medicine, scolded him for being nosy during the live broadcast - but protected him when fans surrounded him, secretly burned threatening letters, and even remembered clearly which spices he was allergic to. Until Su Yan touched the old injury on Ling Ye's wrist, his fingertips trembled violently. The scar was almost identical to the one on the wrist of the boy he rescued in the alley six years ago. Only later did I understand that the old wristband with the word "wild" embroidered on it under his pillow smelled of osmanthus. He always handed things with his left hand for fear that his right hand would be useless and he wouldn't be able to protect others. Those mean things were all the care he had hidden for six years. "I'll take care of your hands and take care of your temper." Su Yan held his tense shoulders and neck and chuckled. Ling Ye raised his head suddenly, and the light in his eyes made the tips of his ears turn red instantly.