Pain fetish

Chapter 30 "Rewards from my leader"

The recovery ability of 3S-level alpha is beyond ordinary people, especially after Fu Ge imprinted a red bear on his forehead.

Qi Han was suddenly thrown into the sea like shriveled and rotten kelp hanging on the beach, filling up instantly.

The back injury is gone, the inflammation of the glands has also disappeared, and even the body that is getting thinner and thinner is slowly recovering. From head to toe, the whole person is filled with a sense of joy that he has survived the catastrophe and that he has come to an end.

In Chen Xing's words, Qi Han is now a "little man who succeeds", so arrogant that any dog ​​on the side of the road dares to bark at him and slaps the dog twice.

All in all, Fu Ge's care and overtures are good medicine for his recovery.

Within a week, he was able to get out of bed and walk normally.

The pus from the glands was also cleaned up and returned to its original pink color. Only the outermost circle of tender meat was still slightly whitish, and it needed to be cleaned and disinfected every day.

"President Qi, please lower your head."

The doctor led two nurses to apply medicine to his glands, while Qi Han sat by the bed and handled the work on his mobile phone. His deep eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed, and his nose bridge was high when he heard the words. said.

As soon as he looked up, he saw half a figure protruding from the door, his attitude immediately changed 360 degrees, his eyes were like copper bells: "Brother? Why are you here now?"

Fu Ge stroked his hair embarrassingly, and said, "Just after the infusion, the doctor asked me to come out for a walk."

"Then come in, why don't you sit at the door." He was so excited that he stood up and pulled people away. The cotton swab of the little nurse behind him tilted and stuck into the wound.

Alpha only tilted his head and let out a "hiss", ignoring that the glands had just been treated halfway, and walked straight forward. When he reached Fu Ge, he leaned over and looked at him with a smile: "Since you're here, stay with me for a while, okay?"

His eyes lit up like this, and his whole body was full of pleading, as if a large dog wagging its tail was inviting a kitten to be a littermate.

Fu Ge was stunned for several seconds, but in the end he didn't say any words of rejection.

Qi Han sat down on the chair, with his legs spread apart, and his head resting on the back of the chair, his eyes were full of shimmering light, and the broken hair on his forehead was blown away by the wind, vaguely revealing the mutated Pale bear stamp.

Fu Ge blinked blankly, as if he had returned to five years ago in a daze.

The coquettish boy in the front seat turned his head and begged him during the class break: "Brother, after watching the movie tonight, you have to let me kiss you. I stick out my tongue, is that okay?"

If Fu Ge was shy and ignored him, he would keep asking, but if he refused sternly, he would immediately turn into drooping dog eyes, look into his eyes from bottom to top, and said super softly: "Then I won't stick out my tongue, okay?"

No one could refuse a 1.9-meter-two innocent big dog wagging its tail in front of him. Fu Ge forgot whether he agreed at the time.

He only remembered that night when Qi Han said that he had a disease that would kill him if he didn't kiss him, he gnawed on his lips and tongue desperately. After the incident, little Beta's lips and chin were all swollen, like an unlucky bee puppy.

However, Fu Ge has not yet developed the function of rejecting Qi Han.

"What are you thinking?" Qi Han raised his voice, and asked again, "Do you feel uncomfortable after smelling this medicine?"

The medicine the doctor gave him had a strong taste, and he was afraid that Fu Ge wouldn't be able to stand it.

Little Beta shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Qi Han felt relieved, glanced down, and suddenly said: "Stretch out your hand."

"Huh?" Fu Ge was puzzled while doing so blankly, raising both hands as if in surrender.

Qi Han raised his lips lightly, and helped him remove the grass clippings on his sleeves. His voice was hoarse and soft, and he was completely different from his usual cold appearance: "Where did you go to play, and the clothes are still stained with grass."

"Stained with grass..." Fu Ge murmured, lowered his head, followed his line of sight, saw not only the grass clippings, but also the paint on his fingers, and shrugged his nose in embarrassment: "I went out to paint, didn't you?" Where, in the garden."

Qi Han squeezed out a "hmm" from his nasal cavity, as if laughing, "It's still the same as when I was a child, I can't care about anything when I paint, it's all over the place, turn around, I'll look behind."

He is like a parent who cares for a child who has returned from fooling around, and his words and actions reveal a very natural pampering.

The two little nurses hid behind and sniggered. They glanced at the two of them several times, and the doctor also smiled as if he had come over.

Fu Ge was really embarrassed, lowered his head and whispered: "There is no one behind."

Qi Han only smiled and urged him: "Hurry up."

He had no choice but to turn around and asked him to help clean up the grass clippings on his body. He wiped his fingers and applied mosquito repellent. Finally, Qi Han took off a cartoon anti-mosquito sticker and pressed it on the back of his hand. Instructed: "After posting it, go to the garden to play, don't be bitten by mosquitoes."

As soon as he entered the door, he was "cleaned up", and Fu Ge's arrogance immediately shrank by half, and it was hard to say that he didn't want to put on such a childish baby mosquito repellent sticker.

"Oh, I see……"

Seeing that they seemed to be "reconciled", the doctor clenched his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, and said, "President Qi, although it's disappointing, I still have something to say, the bodies of both of you are not suitable for too intense exercises right now." For exercise, his inner cavity has not grown well, and your body is full of injuries, bear with it, there will be plenty of time and opportunities to do it in the future."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Ge's cheeks flushed immediately, he picked the anti-mosquito stickers with his fingertips, and stood up awkwardly, "I, I still don't stay...It's too late, I'll go back to my room first..."

"Hey! Don't go!" Qi Han grabbed his wrist, smiled helplessly, and said to the doctor: "It's almost done, and it's hard to let go and agree to accompany me. You have to scare people away with a few words."

Turning his head and looking down at Fu Ge, staring at his grasped wrist, Qi Han was taken aback, and immediately let go: "Sorry, I was in a hurry just now—"

What he didn't finish was blocked by the touch like a needle prick. I saw the blush on Fu Ge's face spread to the base of his ears, his eyelashes trembled twice, and his thin red lips were pursed lightly.

Further down.

He hooked Qi Han's retracted finger with his index finger, scratched it lightly, and said, "It's okay."

Qi Han's head exploded.

It's okay to touch fingers, it's okay to hold hands, does that mean other things are okay?

Does it mean that Fu Ge no longer hates him, despises him, and will no longer become angry from embarrassment when he touches a little blood.

Actions are always one step ahead of thoughts. Just as Fu Ge was about to withdraw his hand, Qi Han touched his index finger without thinking, and grabbed his wrist, "Brother!"

Fu Ge's shoulders trembled, and he raised his eyes hastily. Just as Qi Han was about to speak, he saw the little nurse at the door coming in with a catheter and a needle.

It's time for him to pump pheromones.

"What's the matter?" Fu Ge asked him after he couldn't hear the rest of the text.

Qi Han blinked twice quickly, tried his best to hold his breath, not to let his fear be too exposed, but he couldn't help but choked up: "No, it's okay, I mean the French fries were fried in the small kitchen, they should be delivered , let’s go eat.”

He called to the door: "Come in someone."

The bodyguard came in immediately and bowed his head towards Fu Ge: "Fu... uh, master—"

Qi Han interrupted with a sullen face: "Mr. Xiao."

"Yes, Mr. Xiao, come with me here."

Fu Ge was still in a daze, not knowing why he had to leave by himself suddenly, until he saw the needle in the nurse's hand.

"Do you want to smoke pheromone again?" He looked at the back of Qi Han's neck, "Isn't your body just recovering, and you still have some inflammation."

Qi Han smiled indifferently, "Good morning, you're so delicate, you're good, go eat, eat secretly, I won't be able to rush to save you if I get caught again this time."

Fu Ge looked at his doting smile but felt his throat hurt, his lips trembled for a long time, and finally asked: "Puffing pheromone...does it hurt? You are afraid of needles."

Qi Han raised his head abruptly, his eyes flushed instantly, as if a pool of stagnant water that had been silent for many days was finally stirred up, he asked in disbelief, "Do you still remember me, I'm afraid of needles?"

Fu Ge closed his eyes and let out a breath: "Yes."

Qi Han's fear of needle points was so strong that Fu Ge's bone marrow was deeply rooted. Even in the few years apart, no matter how confused he was and his memory was blurred, he would subconsciously take away all the sharp things in the house.

Fu Ge thanked the bodyguard, walked back to the room and sat down, and stammered, "I'll stay a little longer, the fries should be softer...it's better."

Qi Han almost suspected that he was hallucinating, his beating heart was like a Coke bottle that had been shaken vigorously, as long as Fu Ge added another sentence, the excitement and ecstasy would burst out.

"You want... you want to... stay with me? Right?" He took a breath, trying to adjust his breathing, but failed.

"Brother finally feels sorry for me a little bit? Just a little... just, just—" Stretched out a finger and rubbed it, "Just a little is enough, is there?"

Fu Ge looked away a little helplessly, remained silent for a while, but only said, "I'll be with you."

He kept silent and didn't answer his question, but Qi Han was already too satisfied.

This was the first time he smoked pheromone with Fu Ge's company, and the feeling of the sharp needle tip piercing the skin was not so difficult.

When the doctor took out the restraint belt, Fu Ge was stunned for a moment, "Do you want to tie him up?"

"No." Qi Han removed the strap calmly, and glanced at the doctor, "It's not for me to tie the bed, don't worry."

He didn't want Fu Ge to see him in such a mess, and he didn't want to use his "misery" to force him to forgive, that would be too despicable.

However, Qi Han still overestimated himself.

When the first needle went in, everything was normal. He lay on the back of the chair, his pale hands tightly gripping the armrest, and he didn't make a sound except for a slight trembling.

But the second shot was missed too far, and directly hit the drug tube buried under the skin of his gland. The feeling of the plastic tube sticking to the flesh and moving made Qi Han groan, he closed his eyes and trembled, kicked violently He flipped over the chair and knelt directly on the ground.

"Well--"

Alpha's eyes were scarlet, and he knelt down on the ground, the needle was twisted out while struggling, and the thin skin that had just grown was cut in half again, blood and pheromone seeped out along his spine.

Qi Han stretched out his hand to him as if pleading, and knelt down convulsively because of the pain, his shrill voice seemed to tear the vocal cords, begging the executioner in the nightmare not to come again.

Fu Ge stared at him blankly and froze.

We have known each other for nearly eight years, and this is the first time he has seen Qi Han like this, suffering, embarrassed, unbearable, pitiful, he has lost all his arrogance and dignity as an alpha, and was pushed back by the doctor like a lab rat at the mercy of others. On the chair, pulling the restraint belt to tie him.

Both feet seemed to be fixed in place by steel needles, Fu Ge's head was blank, and his dull heart broke from the inside out, "How...how could..."

Why do you still have to smoke after everything is like this...Thirty tubes of pheromone, counting the 34 tubes that I dumped, are they all pumped out like this...

No one paid any attention to him, several doctors and nurses worked together to control Alpha, the movements were so proficient that they were used to it.

"Stop! Don't tie him up!" Fu Ge rushed over to grab the last tie belt, his voice trembling unbelievably: "Don't tie him up anymore, let's stop here..."

The manic alpha suddenly became quiet for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at him with extreme aggrievedness, "Brother?"

Little Beta responded, and asked hoarsely, "Has this always been here?"

Qi Han pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time before holding onto his fingertips tentatively. If you don't want him to feel bad, don't tie him up and forgive, go to hell, he's going crazy thinking about Fu Ge.

"If... I mean if, if I say yes, can you give me a hug?"

Fu Ge closed his eyes and looked away, and when he turned back, he raised the corners of his lips unskillfully. This was the first time he smiled at Qi Han after the accident.

He said, "Just ask."

Qi Han's lips trembled, and it took a lot of effort in his dry and hoarse voice to make a nasal sound: "Mmm..."

In the next second, the soft knitted fabric covered his face with the scent of platycodon flowers, and Fu Ge opened his arms to hug him.

Covering his eyes with his palms, and pressing his chest against his cheeks, he was as gentle as the first time he comforted the alpha's sensitive period, and his voice swayed softly: "Ahan, don't be afraid."

The pheromone pumping went very smoothly this time.

Fu Ge hugged him, covered his eyes, and finished smoking a tube in only 5 minutes. The doctor hurried out with the nurses, leaving space for them.

Fu Ge let him go, and took a tissue to wipe off a layer of sweat on his forehead. Qi Han obediently fiddled with it at first, but suddenly quit halfway through: "Hey, my bear!"

The stamp on his forehead was almost wiped off.

"Is it still there? Are you still there?" He stared nervously at Fu Ge and asked, the latter pursed his lips helplessly, took out the seal from his pocket, "slapped" on the back of his hand, and stamped another one.

"Here, new one."

Qi Han couldn't help being overjoyed, "Give it back to me, I'll be floating if this continues."

Fu Ge put away the seal and said, "Reward."

"award?"

"Well, I didn't cry when I got the injection just now."

Qi Han was so beautiful, imprinting a little bear for him was more exciting than earning a billion a year, so he pushed forward and asked, "As long as you don't cry when you get an injection, can you deduct one for me?"

Fu Ge looked at him and acquiesced.

In the next second, Qi Han stretched his neck towards the door: "Doctor, I will smoke another ten tubes!"

"..."

"Be honest!" Pointing his forehead and pushing the person back, Fu Ge's ear tip was stained with a little blush, "You don't feel ashamed, such a big president has a row of little bears printed on his arm."

"There's no shame in that." Qi Han was almost dying of pride, "My leader rewarded me, but they still want it. I'll shave my hair tomorrow, so that the whole world can see—"

The voice stopped abruptly, Qi Han paused, "Sorry, I said something wrong."

Fu Ge looked at him for a while, then quickly stretched out his finger to tap his wrist, wiped it lightly, and turned around with a smile in the corner of his eyes: "You can't hold back your mouth, this bear has been buckled."

Qi Han was stunned for half a minute before laughing slowly, chasing after his back, and asked loudly, "When will you give me the new one?"

The man with only a small tail could not give him an answer, so Fu Ge ran briskly back to his room.

The moment the door was closed, all the shyness and tenderness on her face were shattered like a ceramic mask.

Little Beta looked at the digital planet brooch in the middle of the wall, which slowly slid to the ground against the door panel.

He took out the tissue and wiped the finger that had stamped Qi Han over and over again.

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Other people's 18-year-old achievements: fully paid for a three-bedroom, two-living room, and a suite, received offers from four top foreign universities, and developed new software that changed the industry.

Qigou: 18 years old, kissed his wife into a bee puppy.

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