Chapter 15: Maybe, You Could Help Me
“No, I didn’t.” Mu Feng denied it. “Jiang Yuan’s brain is full of scrap metal; don’t listen to him.”
He betrayed his brother without hesitation.
Liang Yuhang maintained his posture without moving, lowering his eyes to look at him. “So, it wasn’t because of something you said that he thought that way?”
Mu Feng felt like his whole body was about to catch fire.
If he didn’t answer this well, he would lose everything. Liang Yuhang had a terrible attitude toward suitors; he couldn’t expose a single thing.
Mu Feng’s fingers trembled very lightly as he steadied himself. “I suddenly wanted to study hard, and since he was wildly guessing about our pure relationship there, his brain just drove straight onto the highway.”
Watertight. No flaws.
Liang Yuhang stared at his tense expression and tilted his head slightly. “Just chatting, not interrogating. No need to be nervous.”
Only then did Mu Feng realize his hands were still on the other’s ears, his palms practically cupping his cheeks.
Liang Yuhang was tall, possessing a very superior physique even among Alphas. Because of Mu Feng’s action, he had to lower his head slightly.
Mu Feng could clearly see his grey-black pupils and his intriguing expression.
“I…” Mu Feng withdrew his hands. “I forgot again. You don’t like people touching you.”
Liang Yuhang acted very magnanimous. “In a moment of urgency, understandable.”
Mu Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
He followed the other inside, closed the door, and handed over the completed questions. “Please have a look.”
Liang Yuhang put on his glasses, crossed his legs, and lowered his eyes to look at the answers. The pressure was intense.
In this scenario, Mu Feng subconsciously used honorifics.
0717 blinked its eyes. Due to its slip of the tongue earlier, it tried hard to remedy the situation. “I… um… that… Does Mr. Mu Feng want to eat anything? Cake? Drinks? I’ll go steal from the cafeteria.”
Mu Feng narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice. “Haven’t settled the score with you yet. Why do you love snitching so much?”
“I don’t have any colleagues. If I don’t talk to anyone, I’ll suffocate.”
0717 put on a wailing expression. “Just a bad cat that only meows, causing me nothing but trouble.”
Mu Feng: “…………”
He used the same trick to fool Little Jiang. This NPC learned fast.
0717 was still chattering away. “I start working the moment I open my eyes every day, busy from the top floor to the bottom floor. It’s not like you don’t know how intense the lab work is. I just gossiped a little bit after finishing work and got caught. My life is so bitter, oh my Good Heavens.”
Mu Feng: “…………”
A sense of guilt floated up just like that.
Liang Yuhang held a red pen, ticking and circling. He spoke accustomed to the noise: “Keep acting and get out.”
0717 instantly shut up. “Oh, actually it wasn’t that miserable. I took a three-month long vacation at the beginning of the year and still got paid, hehe.”
Mu Feng now felt that Liang Yuhang’s temper was truly good. To remain calm with such a drama queen around—he was a role model.
He squinted and asked, “What use does a robot have for a salary?”
“To make pretty ladies happy.”
0717 raised a hand and patted its chest. “My favorite thing to do during holidays is wandering the streets, finding random pretty girls, and buying them things they like.”
Mu Feng was speechless in his mother tongue.
If Liang Yuhang knew even a little bit of these flirting techniques, Mu Feng wouldn’t have been in unrequited love for so long.
“Corrected. Question 17, missed 5 parts,” Liang Yuhang spoke up.
Hearing the word “missed” (wrong), Mu Feng habitually raised his hand and extended it. “Then hit me.”
Liang Yuhang turned his head. The kid was standing ramrod straight, like a model soldier, his extended hand with fingers closed together, looking as if he was willing.
“Why hit the palm?”
“Because I made mistakes.”
The education Mu Feng received in childhood was like this: mistakes meant punishment.
When he was thirteen, he made a big mistake and was locked in the kennel for a year, eating, drinking, and sleeping in that dim little room.
Breaking things meant punishment.
Speaking wrong meant punishment.
Even accidentally walking in front of his second brother or third sister meant punishment.
It hurt a lot. Sometimes it was a whip, sometimes a beating, sometimes baseless verbal abuse. They didn’t really want to teach him to be better; they were just looking for a vessel to vent their emotions.
Mu Feng had long learned to resist; no one could bully him easily now. But he was left with a twisted pathology.
He hoped Liang Yuhang would control him, in any way.
Compared to those pains, he felt that what Liang Yuhang gave, even if it was punishment, felt like a reward because it was infused with adoration and love.
Moreover, he knew that the underlying color of Liang Yuhang’s coldness was tenderness; he wouldn’t truly hurt him.
Therefore, he could derive extreme pleasure and satisfaction from this kind of discipline.
Liang Yuhang reached out, hovering over his palm. “Close your eyes. How many hits?”
“Five mistakes, five hits,” Mu Feng said.
He closed his eyes. He couldn’t see anything, so his nerves became exceptionally sensitive, catching those subtle movements.
However, the other party didn’t move for a long time.
Mu Feng became more nervous, wondering if he had done something wrong, so he straightened his back even more.
The room was so quiet; even 0717 and Mumu didn’t make a sound.
Then, he felt something placed in his palm.
Liang Yuhang said, “You can open your eyes now.”
Mu Feng opened his eyes. His palm was still spread open. Looking down, it was a handful of candies in shiny cellophane wrappers, emitting colorful lights under the refraction of the lamp.
He was a bit confused. “Why?”
“You got 17 questions right, so it’s 17 candies.” Liang Yuhang looked at him. “Reward for getting them right.”
Mu Feng crashed a little. “What about the wrong ones?”
Liang Yuhang looked into his eyes. “For the wrong ones, don’t make the same mistake next time.”
Mu Feng felt like his chest was blocked. He wanted to say something, but couldn’t get it out; it felt sour and swollen.
He just lowered his head to look at the candy in his palm. “How do you have this kind of thing? Doesn’t feel like something you’d buy.”
0717 finally found a chance to interject. “Of course, it was the great Lord 0717 who ran out of the base this afternoon to buy it. Exhausted me. And you insisted on lychee flavor; I searched for ages.”
“Lychee flavor?” Mu Feng felt like he had turned into an NPC too, only able to repeat foolishly.
“The custom nutrient solution you gave me was this flavor. You made it because it’s a flavor you like, didn’t you?” Liang Yuhang said.
He thought so; lychee was indeed a fruit loved by the public.
Mu Feng nodded. “Yes, I like it very much. Thank you, Teacher Liang.”
His palm tightened. 17 candies were a lot, but luckily his hands were large enough to hold them all in one grip. He cherished them, putting them in his pocket carefully as if they were treasures.
When he got back, he would put them together with the ointment and the gauze from the last bandage. These were all rare gifts sent by Liang Yuhang.
Liang Yuhang watched his actions and raised an eyebrow slightly. “Not eating one?”
“Just brushed my teeth.” Mu Feng couldn’t bear to eat them, making up an excuse. “Eating candy now will cause a toothache.”
0717 gave a thumbs up. “Truly healthy.”
The homework was corrected, and it seemed there was no reason to stay. Mu Feng’s brain spun wildly. “Your brother… don’t be unhappy because of him.”
Liang Yuhang was quite surprised. Few people could discern his mood. “I’m not unhappy, just a bit annoyed by him.”
Mu Feng smiled, his expression becoming lively. “Then I’ll help you take revenge on him. How about adding wasabi to his rice tomorrow?”
0717 raised a hand. “I want to do this too. I apply to join.”
Mumu darted out from the corner, baring its teeth at the air. “Meow!!!”
Spirited and valiant, looking like it wanted to join the battle too.
Liang Yuhang laughed in spite of himself. Three noisy guys, surprisingly.
He raised a hand to rub his brow but still reminded, “Don’t provoke him too much. Once he sets his sights on someone, he’s very difficult to shake off.”
Mu Feng looked calm. He was best at dealing with annoying guys. “It doesn’t matter. I occasionally like to find some amusement too.”
Liang Yuhang gave a hum of acknowledgment.
“Then I’m going back.” Mu Feng turned around, met Mumu’s gaze in the corner, signaled it with his eyes to cause less trouble, and then walked out slowly.
Liang Yuhang observed his walking posture. He had given him fast-acting ointment; he shouldn’t still be walking like that.
He spoke up. “Didn’t apply the medicine?”
Mu Feng’s steps paused. He couldn’t bear to use the medicine Liang Yuhang gave him; he was planning to enshrine it and find a chance to buy the same brand tomorrow.
Sigh, caught.
Mu Feng had to turn around and explain, “It’s awkward to reach with my hand. I’ll ask Little Jiang to help me when I get back in a bit.”
“Where exactly is the injury?” Liang Yuhang’s tone sounded like a doctor now, questioning a disobedient patient.
Mu Feng blinked. The little thoughts that had originally been free of distractions floated up again.
If Teacher Liang could help him apply the medicine, then today he would truly die of happiness.
First, exclude the buttocks; that was too private, definitely not.
Shoulders and back were too high up and wouldn’t affect walking, so that wouldn’t work either.
Mu Feng gritted his teeth and decided to speak up. “Lower back.”
He paused, lowered his voice, and asked tentatively, “Maybe, you could help me? Dr. Liang.”
He changed the address, making the scene more justifiable and impossible to refuse.
During surgery, what part hasn’t a patient shown? It was just a waist.
A very ordinary waist, nothing special except for being a bit thin.
Liang Yuhang stood up, vacated the spot in front of the desk, lifted his chin, and commanded, “Come here.”
Mu Feng walked over, both extremely jubilant and walking weirdly. He propped his hands on the desk, very consciously lifting the hem of his shirt.
That section of fair waist was revealed just like that, carrying shallow back dimples, concave in a beautiful arc.
Liang Yuhang’s brow jumped. He seemed to feel it was indeed inappropriate and wanted to say forget it, but the ointment was stuffed into his palm by Mu Feng.
“Troubling you, Dr. Liang.”
He had been using honorifics all night, with a very clean and simple tone, without a trace of impure thoughts.
Liang Yuhang unscrewed the cap, squeezed a little onto his fingertip, and hovered over the lower back.
Clean, fair skin, showing no sign of injury. If it weren’t for him limping all day, it would look like a lie.
“Apply where?” He wasn’t a machine; just looking, he couldn’t judge the location of the injury.
Then he felt Mu Feng’s hand grab his wrist. Very carefully, holding it with only two fingers, as if implementing a rule to touch him as little as possible.
Guiding it to land on the concave arc of the lower back.
“Hurts most here, Teacher Liang.”
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