Chapter 2809: The Stand-In Was Forcefully Taken by the Mountain Bandit's Wife 15

Jin Chen listened quietly, his expression serious.

After the doctor finished speaking, Jin Chen rose and walked behind Gu Fanghe, gently pinching his earlobe and lightly kneading it.

Jin Chen lowered his eyes, seeing that on Gu Fanghe's right upper arm where there was no bandage, the honey-colored muscle gleamed; his fingertip slid down and pressed on that honey-colored area.

He lowered his head, leaning close to Gu Fanghe's ear: "Big Boss……"

Only three words, drawn out long, the tail tone rising like a hook.

Gu Fanghe's breath tightened; the touched spot felt numb and tingly, an itch surged up his spine straight to the top of his head.

"All right, all right."

Gu Fanghe almost immediately surrendered, without principle: "I agree, I'll take my medicine on time and rest well."

He turned his head, lowered his voice: "With you watching, why would I not follow the doctor's orders?"

Yan Qi, watching from the side, was awestruck; his admiration for Jin Chen was like an endless river.

He hastily tugged the still-dazed old doctor away, and as he left he thoughtfully closed the courtyard door.

The door shut, and Yan Qi still heard from inside Jin Chen's light voice: "Remember what you said."

Then came Gu Fanghe's low laugh, gentle beyond words.

Yan Qi shook his head, walked away filled with feelings.

——

The courtyard returned to silence.

Gu Fanghe rose, under Jin Chen's gaze, honestly went to the cleansing room to wash. Hot water was always on hand; he removed his blood-stained clothes and washed away the stench of blood all over him.

By the time he came out again, he had changed into clean black inner robes, his black hair loose, lacking his usual aggressiveness, appearing handsome and unrestrained in the candlelight.

When he returned to the inner chamber, Jin Chen had already changed into his inner robe, leaning against the bedhead, holding a volume of Strange Tales Miscellany, leisurely reading by the candle on the small table beside the bed, his black hair unbound and spilling over his shoulders and back, his brows and eyes softened in the yellow glow to an unreal degree.

Hearing footsteps, Jin Chen didn't lift his head, merely turned a page.

Gu Fanghe walked to the bedside, snatched the book from Jin Chen's hand, and casually set it aside.

Only then did Jin Chen lift his gaze to him, not annoyed, just raising an eyebrow.

Gu Fanghe leaned in close, first placing a light kiss on Jin Chen's cheek.

"Let me smell again," he asked in a low voice, his breath warm, "Is there no scent left?"

Jin Chen hummed, lazily reaching out to pull him into his embrace.

Gu Fanghe leaned into the motion, drawing even closer.

Jin Chen tilted his head slightly, his nose brushing Gu Fanghe's neck, where he lightly inhaled; as he breathed, warm air sprayed out, and a numb, tingling itch spread through his whole body.

Gu Fanghe drew a short breath, his Adam's apple rolling, and tilted his head up to kiss him.

But Jin Chen moved first, kissing the red mark beneath his eye.

His lips were soft and slightly warm, touching the uneven skin that symbolized past shame and injury, soothing the deep-seated hidden pain of the brand that had lingered for years.

Gu Fanghe liked Jin Chen kissing there, liked the feeling that even his most despised scars were treated gently.

"Jin Chen." He called his name in a hoarse voice.

"Gu Fanghe." Jin Chen also called him, his voice low, sounding against his skin: "From now on, don't leave wounds on your body."

Gu Fanghe fell silent for a moment, his Adam's apple rolling, and after a long while replied lowly: "... Good."

Jin Chen kissed again; Gu Fanghe tilted his head back, the ties of his inner robe having loosened at some point, the collar disheveled, revealing his honey-colored chest.

The candlelight flickered, clearly revealing the texture of his body forged in battlefield sands, its sensuality making one's heart race.

At that moment, that chest was soft; he relaxed, letting Jin Chen take as he wished, bearing that person's affection.

It was the wind and sand from the border battlefield where he had fought, and also his willingness to turn into gentle, entwining affection.

Gu Fanghe indulged himself in this intimacy, also taking as he pleased.

He lightly brushed through Jin Chen's loose black hair behind his back; the two embraced in the moonlight, kissing in the candlelight, like two vines wildly entwining on the Black Mountain Cliff, indistinguishable from each other.

After a kiss paused, their breaths intertwined, both slightly disordered.

Gu Fanghe opened his eyes, his gaze still holding lingering affection; he saw Jin Chen's thin lips lightly pursed, gorgeous as a rose dew-kissed.

And the wet redness on his neck was the trace of having been kissed.

He unconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips hooking the tie on the other side of his inner robe, giving a light pull, the collar sliding open to both sides.

Gu Fanghe looked at Jin Chen, an almost naked invitation.

"Why aren't you continuing? Don't you like it?"

Jin Chen looked at him, his fingertip once again touching the dark red scar beneath Gu Fanghe's eye, gazing into his depths.

"Gu Fanghe, who am I?"

Gu Fanghe furrowed his brows, a flash of incomprehension in his eyes.

He didn't understand why, at this moment, Jin Chen would suddenly ask such a question.

He is Jin Chen, the young master he abducted from the mountain path, the one he raised in the stronghold... a person from a painting.

Gu Fanghe seized the hand Jin Chen had placed on his face, fingertips touching, leading, gently placing it at his own waist, coaxing softly: "Young sir, Jin Chen."

Jin Chen merely moved his lips, only slightly leaning forward, raising his hand to gather his loose hair to one side behind his shoulder, casually fastening it with a wooden pin.

The kissing was a mess.