[Hotheaded esports player bottom Ling Ye × gentle physical therapist top Su Yan]
When Su Yan ran into Ling Ye in the team’s hallway, Ling Ye had just lost a match. Like a furious little beast, he nearly knocked over Su Yan’s suitcase.
“The new physical therapist?” the young man sneered, raising an eyebrow. “Can you fix my hand, or my temper?”
Ling Ye’s provocations came out of nowhere. He summoned Su Yan for “emergency treatment” at three in the morning, deliberately knocked over the rehab medicine, and called him a busybody on stream. Yet when fans mobbed Su Yan, Ling Ye shielded him, secretly burned a threatening letter, and even remembered which spices he was allergic to.
Then Su Yan touched the old injury on Ling Ye’s wrist, and his fingers suddenly trembled. That scar was almost identical to the one on the wrist of the boy he’d rescued in an alley six years ago.
Only later did he understand: the old wrist guard embroidered with the character “Ye” beneath Ling Ye’s pillow smelled of osmanthus; he always handed things over with his left hand, afraid his right would become useless and leave him unable to protect anyone. All that sharp-tongued cruelty had been hiding six years of affection.
“I’ll treat your hand, and I’ll put up with your temper,” Su Yan said with a soft laugh, pressing down on Ling Ye’s tense shoulders and neck.
Ling Ye jerked his head up and met the light in Su Yan’s eyes. The tips of his ears turned bright red.
When I was studying, I didn't want to listen to a minute of the forty-minute class, but now I can't miss a second of the fifteen-minute novel.
It's pretty and very sweet. I'm not torturing it at the moment. I hope I won't be torturing it in the future. 🥰🥰🥰
I really like the setting of this article. The teacher's writing is also good. I hope everything goes well in the subsequent plot 🥺 Give the teacher some flowers in advance 😫 ❤️