Lin Wu didn’t just grab the gel; he also prepared a waterproof pad and laid it out on the sofa. Then he slipped on a pair of latex gloves and swept Ji Xingci’s hair back, tying it neatly out of the way.
Ji Xingci watched Lin Wu make all these meticulous preparations, his gaze lingering on those slender hands encased in the gloves. For some reason, his face grew even hotter.
“Come on, lie down.”
Lin Wu patted the pad.
“Bend your legs—it’ll be easier that way.”
The setup looked almost as professional as a hospital room.
Lin Wu had just grasped Ji Xingci’s ankle when he paused, glancing up. He could see Ji Xingci had turned his head away, his whole body rigid with tension.
“I’ll try it on your belly first.”
The image wasn’t particularly clear like this, but Lin Wu pressed down on Ji Xingci’s stomach and said, “I think it’s just fluid.”
The whole process was clearly bruising Ji Xingci’s pride. His neck flushed red, and his temper flared up again.
“Do you even know what you’re doing? What if you’re wrong? No, take a photo and send it to another doctor or something!”
He was lashing out again. Lin Wu shot him a look, his tone turning abruptly cold.
“Send it to someone else? How do you explain that? Why does this woman’s uterus have nothing in it? And what’s with the extra male organ?”
“You really want to show this bizarre belly to other people?”
“What did you say?” Lin Wu’s attitude was so rude, calling him bizarre. Ji Xingci wanted to get angry, but…
“Spread your legs.”
Lin Wu leaned in, his words curt and to the point, his hands moving with professional precision.
“Not clear enough.”
Ji Xingci’s face turned beet red in an instant.
In this position, there was no way he could act all high and mighty.
Lin Wu’s demeanor was icy cold, leaving Ji Xingci inwardly dissatisfied, yet his heartbeat quickened all the same.
Lin Wu was very close during the procedure, his cold expression accentuating the perfectly sculpted features of his face—like a flawless model. His straight nose gleamed as white as porcelain.
Ji Xingci couldn’t believe what he was thinking when his expression suddenly twisted in discomfort.
Lin Wu glanced at him and softened a little.
“I’ll go slower.”
Ji Xingci’s ears burned even redder. Unable to stand it, he grabbed Lin Wu’s wrist and instinctively leaned toward his chest.
“Isn’t there a smaller one?”
“No.”
“…Done yet?”
“No, needs to go a bit deeper.”
Lin Wu’s tone was as authoritative as a doctor’s. Strangely, Ji Xingci felt goosebumps rise from it—a weird thrill.
“Lin Wu… wait.”
Lin Wu frowned. “You’re too tense. Relax a little.”
Ji Xingci wanted to curse him out. How the hell was he supposed to relax? Lin Wu’s presence was overwhelming.
But in that moment, he didn’t dare snap. He was actually afraid of making Lin Wu angry.
Lin Wu stole a glance at him, at a loss, and ended up kissing him.
“Relax.”
Ji Xingci only felt even worse.
This was supposed to be a medical procedure—what kind of pervert would get any other ideas from it? But everything right now was sparking the worst associations in Ji Xingci’s mind.
Lin Wu even half-pinned him down, adjusting him into a proper flat position. Ji Xingci clung to Lin Wu’s shoulders. The clean scent of soap from Lin Wu’s body was crystal clear, his voice right by Ji Xingci’s ear.
It felt exactly like that kind of thing, no matter where you looked.
He should have hated it. Damn it, he didn’t, though—the feeling was the exact opposite. That humiliation only poured fuel on the fire, making everything hit him with inexplicable intensity.
All he could do was resist desperately.
Lin Wu’s attention had shifted to the screen. “Found it. Much clearer now.”
Though annoyed by Ji Xingci’s outburst, Lin Wu had considered his earlier suggestion.
He kept rotating the probe, scanning up, down, left, and right to capture the best angle of whatever was in Ji Xingci’s belly—without including too much else.
He had no idea Ji Xingci was on the verge of breaking.
“Lin Wu…”
Lin Wu frowned. “What? Don’t move.”
He’d just found the spot. Lin Wu casually pressed down on Ji Xingci’s belly as he pushed the probe in.
“……!”
Ji Xingci’s pupils blurred.
“See? It’s just fluid. Nothing else inside.”
He slowly rotated the image.
“Right here—it’s connected, like an extra container…”
“Weren’t you running a low fever for a while before?”
Ji Xingci was trembling, unable to process it anymore. “Lin Wu, enough… enough already.”
“Hm? Didn’t you want me to take a photo?”
Ji Xingci hung his head. “I… I was wrong.”
“What?” Lin Wu turned back in surprise, then realized something was off.
Ji Xingci felt like he was about to cry.
Lin Wu hurriedly tried to pull it out. In his shame, Ji Xingci tried to sit up too, but he ended up sitting right on Lin Wu’s arm instead—pushing it even deeper by accident.
Ji Xingci finally lost it and cursed. He clutched Lin Wu’s shoulders fiercely. His eyes were red-rimmed, not quite crying yet, but one part of him definitely was—and weeping pretty hard at that.
Lin Wu’s ears turned red too.
How… how did it end up like this?
This was way too…
…
Half an hour later, Ji Xingci finally emerged from the bathroom where he’d shut himself away, a towel draped over his head.
His face was still flushed from the steam.
“It’s because… the condition put pressure on it…”
Lin Wu nodded hastily. “Yeah, yeah.”
Ji Xingci covered his face.
He had no choice but to change the subject. “So, did you get a good look…?”
Lin Wu: “Yeah, I’m sure now.”
Ji Xingci fell quiet for a moment, relieved somewhat, but…
“So, how do we get this fluid out?”
Lin Wu explained that it would naturally start draining once it reached a certain point, but Ji Xingci wasn’t satisfied.
“Can’t it happen faster?”
Faster? Lin Wu pondered.
Ji Xingci’s ears, peeking out from under the towel, were turning red again. After hesitating for ages, he finally spoke up.
“That time, when it poked there… it got all hot, and a lot flowed out.”
Lin Wu’s eyes widened slightly.
“N-No way, it was just… time for it to…”
But Ji Xingci clammed up.
Lin Wu’s heart suddenly raced. What Ji Xingci was saying was actually possible.
But surely Ji Xingci wasn’t suggesting…?
There was no way that was right… The system wasn’t meant to be used like that.
Lin Wu had boasted earlier about wanting to top, so now he could only pray Ji Xingci wouldn’t say it outright.
Ji Xingci saw Lin Wu staying silent and clearly started stewing again.
The two of them sat in silence for a while, and he got more and more pissed.
How was this guy so dense? Not even a little proactive!
“Hey, aren’t you…?”
Lin Wu whipped around, yanking open the covers. “Ah, so tired. Time for bed.”
Ji Xingci: “……?”
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