The Big Boss' Medicine 20

Yan Shen: "..."

Yan Shen grasped Su Duan's hand that was tugging at his tie, calmly prying open that thin, bony hand to leave some living space for his neck. He said in a low voice: "It's nothing."

Although he had long anticipated that Yan Shen might experience side effects, when this moment arrived, Su Duan still felt his heart being tugged.

Because he was so preoccupied with wondering what exactly was wrong with Yan Shen, Su Duan didn't notice Yan Shen's "self-rescue" action. After Yan Shen moved his hand away, Su Duan instinctively held the man's knuckles, his fingertips turning a bit white from using too much force.

Su Duan, like a hamster whose sunflower seeds had been snatched away, tightly gripped Yan Shen's fingers that were a size larger than his. His entire being seemed a bit too tense. After Yan Shen softly denied it, he immediately raised his head and said: "You're lying!"

His voice was unusually loud, even the auntie cooking in the kitchen was startled for a moment. She secretly poked her head out to see if something had happened between the two masters, her expression hesitant as if she wanted to say something.

Yan Shen was also taken aback by Su Duan's fierceness. The little hamster at home had always been soft and easy to handle. Except for that time when he wouldn't let him waste money, he had never demanded anything from him in such a forceful manner.

Because of the height difference between the two, the youth slightly raised his head, making the lines of his jaw appear especially thin. His round, dark and bright eyes were wide open, with a layer of extremely faint mist, looking at him with unparalleled focus. There was a hint of seriousness in his eyes that could only be detected upon careful observation.

But this bit of seriousness, in President Yan's eyes, was exceptionally conspicuous.

President Yan, who always acted domineeringly and hated being refuted by others the most, was actually feeling a bit guilty under the gaze of his little hamster at home. He paused for a moment, very unlike a domineering CEO, and changed his words: "Just a bit of discomfort, it's fine now."

Hearing him admit it, Su Duan immediately asked nervously: "Do you feel like throwing up?"

Yan Shen nodded extremely slightly, acknowledging Su Duan's guess, and tried to change the subject: "It should be a bit of motion sickness, it's nothing, I'll go wash my face."

Su Duan, who was usually easy to fool, didn't fall for it at all this time. The hand gripping his fingers tightened a bit more, staring at him without blinking, and said: "You're lying."

President Yan, who got scolded for the second time today: "..."

The little hamster at home suddenly became so smart, President Yan was at a momentary loss as to what to do.

Before Yan Shen could think of something to say to save some face for himself, Su Duan, who had clearly turned into a "tut-tut-tut" pea shooter today, spoke again: "It's the side effect of the medicine."

President Yan paused for a while, using his other free hand to cover his shoulder where the bones could be clearly felt, and explained: "These are very normal, I have experience, don't worry too much."

The previous few times when his illness flared up, the side effects from the medication were far more severe than this, but he pulled through.

He specifically engaged in specialized physical training when he was healthy, although there was an element of self-preservation, it was more so that he could maintain a sufficient physical state during the onset of illness, so as to minimize the impact on work.

For Yan Shen now, such mild drug side effects were already very unlikely to have much impact on him.

This time, the speed and extent to which his condition was controlled exceeded expectations. If it could be maintained, he should be able to stop the medication soon, and the side effects wouldn't have a chance to develop too severely.

Yan Shen explained in a low voice to his little hamster at home that he was absolutely fine and could still take care of him for a long, long time.

However, just like the first time they met, Su Duan's stubbornness on this matter exceeded President Yan's imagination. After listening to Yan Shen's low-voiced explanations for a while with his eyes lowered and not saying a word, he asked again: "Do you still feel like throwing up now?"

With one sentence, the topic circled back again.

Yan Shen was almost a bit helpless, and at the same time felt an indescribable heartache and distress. When he met those worried black eyes, his heart suddenly felt as if it had been scratched by the hamster's little paw, both numb and itchy. His heart involuntarily twitched, almost painfully.

Yan Shen paused and said: "Not anymore."

Su Duan released the hand gripping his fingers and said in a muffled voice: "I'll go tell auntie to make something light. Today you're not allowed to eat anything sour, spicy, cold, or greasy—"

Yan Shen agreed without blinking: "Okay."

Su Duan: "Not allowed to eat them tomorrow either, or the day after, or the day after that—"

Yan Shen: "Okay, I'll listen to you in everything."

Su Duan nodded and said: "You have to behave."

Then he swiftly went to the kitchen to find auntie, asking her to make some porridge that's good for the stomach for Yan Shen.

"Ah, okay, then shall I make millet yam porridge? I just bought some yam today, very fresh."

Thinking that Yan Shen wasn't picky with food, Su Duan nodded and politely thanked auntie.

Auntie smiled: "Young master is too kind."

It seemed to be another family conflict triggered by a stomach ailment. When she was young and inexperienced, with a quick temper, she also got angry with worry whenever her loved one fell ill, but at the root of it, she was just distressed.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have slipped in here, looking at her eagerly to make some stomach-soothing porridge.

Just didn't expect that young Mr. Su, who usually seemed so well-behaved and even-tempered, would also get angry when encountering this kind of thing, so angry that he raised his voice.

And the usually steady boss was also scolded into not daring to make a sound, and had to coax young Mr. Su instead, not showing any of his usual cold and distant demeanor.

Although it seemed a bit inappropriate to think this way when the atmosphere between the masters was tense, the commotion in the living room just now really made auntie want to laugh a little, involuntarily recalling how she and her loved one used to be at an impasse when they were young.

But it was still because they cared too much.

How wonderful.

......

After eating and taking a stroll, it was the fixed afternoon nap time.

Because the symptoms of the illness were very well suppressed by the medication and Su Duan's efforts, Yan Shen's desire and impulses quickly returned to the level of a normal person. Although it was still a bit hard to endure hugging his little hamster at home to sleep, at least there wouldn't be that kind of completely uncontrollable urge anymore. Once he got used to it, it would be fine.

This time, Su Duan woke up unusually early. When Yan Shen woke up, he only saw his little hamster at home staring at the direction of the head of the bed with round eyes, not blinking, with a very unfriendly meaning in his eyes.

For a moment, President Yan actually had the illusion that Su Duan was looking at a love rival.

Love rival...?

Yan Zong, who had just woken up, was stunned for a moment by the realization that surfaced in his mind. He was awake for three seconds, and then followed Su Duan's line of sight and looked over—

As a result, he saw at a glance the small medicine bottles he had placed on the bedside table.

How could he still be angry about the medicine?

While feeling relieved, Yan Zong thought with mixed feelings that his little hamster's temper was really big today.

He lowered his head and kissed the warm and dry top of the youth's head in his arms soothingly, then Yan Shen propped himself up with his arms and got up from the bed. He gathered those small medicine bottles, intending to put them where Su Duan couldn't see them.

Since putting them here offended Su Duan's eyes, he would put them somewhere else.

However, as soon as he picked up a few bottles of medicine, his wrist was grabbed by slender fingers. Yan Shen's fingers trembled, and the medicine bottles he was touching were knocked over on the table, rolling a few times.

The action stopped, and Yan Shen turned his head to look.

The youth was half sitting up on the bed, looking at him solemnly for a long time. Just when Yan Shen was about to ask him what was wrong, he hesitantly opened his mouth and said, "Don't take the medicine anymore... okay?"

He said this in a soft and gentle voice, with a trembling tone of grievance at the end, as if he were a little wife carefully pleading with her husband not to cheat anymore, aggrieved, but with a certain unspoken concern, not even daring to accuse him too strongly.

Yan Shen really wanted to knock on his own head: "..."

What cheating, what a mess, what on earth was wrong with his brain today.

Su Duan looked up, his eyes filled with the black water that had been lingering for a long time, and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, just kiss me, and the kiss will make you feel better."

After staring at Su Duan, who had a serious face, in silence for a while, Yan Shen's brows and eyes relaxed. He seemed to sigh and laugh, threw the medicine bottles beside his hand into the trash can, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I'll listen to you and not take it anymore."

Although what the other party said about "kissing will make you feel better" was obviously absurd and meant to coax him - even though he was sick, he still had basic judgment, and anyone with a brain could understand this basic logic problem just by thinking about it - but as soon as he met those eyes that were like black glaze washed with water, Yan Shen couldn't say no.

So Yan Shen made such an unprincipled decision to stop the medication, completely throwing the problem to the back of his mind, almost impulsively not considering the possible consequences of such an action.

We'll talk about it when the time comes - under the soft request of his little hamster, President Yan was blinded by lust and thought very perfunctorily.

In view of the possible rebound of the condition after stopping the medication, such as losing control of his desires, Yan Shen decided to immediately buy his little hamster a full set of anti-pervert equipment.

Specially used to guard against himself.

After throwing all the medicine on the bedside table into the trash can, Yan Shen bent down, stretched out his fingertips to rub the chin of the black-haired youth who was still lying on the bed with a slight softness that was not obvious, the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile, and asked somewhat flirtatiously, "Are you uncomfortable now, do you want a kiss or not?"

The black-haired youth blinked, and also belatedly curved his brows and eyes. With a push of his arms, he borrowed the force of straightening his body to put his hand on Yan Shen's muscular shoulder, raised his head and pressed his soft lips against his thin lips.

He was indeed a man of his word—

The youth's action of leaning over was as straightforward as ever. Yan Shen was stunned for a moment, slightly parted his lips and bit the youth's soft lower lip, his tongue slipping in through the gap the other party took the initiative to open.

After nibbling the youth inside and out, feeling that the lips touching him were a little swollen and hot, and it would be uncomfortable to continue, Yan Shen wanted to let go of the person and rest for a while first.

However, the youth seemed very reluctant, noticing his movement of wanting to withdraw, he originally grabbed his shoulders and pulled him straight down by grabbing his neck.

Yan Shen was pulled down with a deep bend in his waist. When the youth moved his lips away from his own, he asked with a head full of question marks, "What's wrong?"

Su Duan blinked, one hand still holding the back of his neck, pulling him so he couldn't run away, while the other hand was freed. First, he thoughtfully touched his own little butt through the soft pajamas, then hooked his fingertips to unzip Yan Shen's pants.

Now that the "love rival" had been sent to the trash can, he had to do something to make sure the other party never had a chance to come back.