Chapter 112
Huo Youqiao opened the lid of the ointment, squeezed out some onto his fingertip, and without using a cotton swab, he directly applied it onto Ye Zhi’s wrist. As their skin touched, a warmth spread, causing Ye Zhi’s heart to tremble. His gaze couldn’t help but fall on the features of the person he had been thinking about incessantly.
It was the person he longed for.
During this time, this person had been swirling more and more in his mind, their constant presence causing him immense psychological pressure. Despite knowing it was forbidden, he still yearned day and night. This forbidden love had grown in the barren land of his heart, becoming an immense tree, its roots deeply embedded in his bones and blood, seeming impossible to uproot even with a lifetime’s effort.
Suddenly, Ye Zhi felt a sense of grievance.
Because that “tree” wasn’t nourished by him alone; Huo Youqiao also played a part.
He had kissed him before and even said “heartfelt,” although he quickly dismissed it as being drunk.
But now, he wasn’t drunk, so why was he doing this?
The bruises on his wrist were carefully covered with the ointment. There was indeed some lingering pain, but the cool sensation of the ointment brought relief, easing his discomfort. Ye Zhi’s body, originally tense, seemed to collapse slightly as Huo Youqiao’s fingers were about to leave. He leaned back against the wall.
“Is this also part of employee benefits?”
He shouldn’t have said that. It felt like being scolded by his mother in the past, where no matter how aggrieved he felt, he could endure without speaking out, without defending himself, without seeking justice. But at this moment, he couldn’t hold back.
He wanted to be brave just once.
Even if the outcome was highly unlikely to be what he desired, he felt he could bear it.
Growing up unloved, he had developed a much stronger resilience to setbacks than the average person.
Their eyes met, and Huo Youqiao’s eyes were deep, with an indescribable emotion in his features.
Ye Zhi’s voice became hoarse, “If not, your actions… are inappropriate…”
“Excessive concern… will only push me deeper into the abyss…”
Eyes couldn’t deceive. Whatever emotions were in the heart would be conveyed through the eyes.
And the one receiving it would surely understand.
Huo Youqiao’s expression changed, seemingly incredulous at first, but quickly seeming to digest it. He slowly spoke, “What abyss?”
Outside, cheers erupted in the yard, and the host’s voice came through the microphone, announcing “Mr. Huo Youcheng’s” name. That name instantly brought Ye Zhi back to reality, shattering all his courage.
He was still a wife, he had a husband, and that husband was the brother of the man in front of him.
The complicated relationship ensnared him like a spider’s web, and Ye Zhi blinked, his eyes slightly red. He withdrew his gaze and pulled his wrist back from the other’s hand, softly saying, “It’s nothing…”
Brushing it aside, just like before, breaking the ambiguity once again and restoring things to their original state.
Ignoring the disappointment in his heart, Ye Zhi was about to say something polite, but the light in front of him suddenly dimmed.
Huo Youqiao leaned in.
His movements were urgent as he trapped Ye Zhi between his body and the wall. Before grasping his chin, he eagerly found his lips and kissed him fervently.
