SDS: Chapter 61
"Help Me Take it Off"
[Qin Zhiyan's waist is so nice to touch...]
[I also want to feel his abs...]
Qin Zhiyan: "..."
He wanted nothing more than to throw this forgetful little candy onto the bed and teach him a lesson.
—
The five young men spent the night at the police station, confessing everything. It turned out they had used similar methods to extort money from others before.
After giving his statement and taking a urine test, Tang Keyi specifically asked the police whether the men had touched him inappropriately. When the answer was no, he still wasn’t satisfied and insisted on reviewing the surveillance footage.
Unfortunately, there were no cameras inside the private room, so Tang Keyi could only check the hallway and lobby footage. Thankfully, it confirmed that they had simply carried him out without any further misconduct.
Relieved, Tang Keyi suddenly noticed another video file—a recording of the street outside the KTV.
Curious about how Qin Zhiyan had rescued him, he asked the officer to play it.
—
Meanwhile, Qin Zhiyan was in the hallway discussing the case with the lawyer who had rushed over from the capital overnight.
"Handle this case carefully. Make sure no leaks connect it to Tang Keyi," Qin Zhiyan instructed sternly.
He hadn’t forgotten how much Tang Keyi cared about his reputation. If word got out that he had been drugged and nearly framed in a honey trap, he might never dare to leave the house again.
"Understood, President Qin. I’ll be discreet," the lawyer replied respectfully.
"Push for the heaviest charges. I want them to pay," Qin Zhiyan added, his voice icy.
"Yes, President Qin."
Just as Qin Zhiyan was about to continue, he spotted Tang Keyi emerging from the interrogation room with teary eyes. The moment their gazes met, Tang Keyi rushed into his arms.
Assuming he was still shaken from the ordeal, Qin Zhiyan dismissed the lawyer with a glance before gently patting Tang Keyi’s head.
"Now you’re scared? Let this be a lesson—no more reckless drinking," he murmured soothingly.
Tang Keyi buried his face in Qin Zhiyan’s chest, sniffling. "I won’t! Never again!"
"Good. Now, let’s not make a scene here."
Qin Zhiyan pulled back slightly, wiping the dampness from Tang Keyi’s cheeks with his fingers. "You’re a grown man. Crying like this—how embarrassing."
Tang Keyi blinked rapidly, stubbornly retorting, "I’m not crying! My eyes just got something in them. See? No tears—just a little wet."
Qin Zhiyan pinched his cheek in exasperation. "Ready to go?"
Suddenly remembering something, Tang Keyi grabbed Qin Zhiyan’s hand and tugged him forward urgently. "Quick, we need to go to the hospital!"
Qin Zhiyan frowned. "The hospital? Are you hurt?"
Tang Keyi turned, his gaze locking onto Qin Zhiyan’s. "Not me—you! You took so many hits. A doctor needs to check you!"
He had guessed Qin Zhiyan’s injuries were from rescuing him, but the surveillance footage revealed something else—Qin Zhiyan had fought off three men with one arm while holding him, refusing to let go even when dodging would have spared him the blows.
No one had ever protected Tang Keyi like this before. His nose stung with unshed tears all over again.
Though Qin Zhiyan enjoyed Tang Keyi’s concern, he didn’t want him to worry unnecessarily. "They’re just bruises. They’ll heal on their own."
"No!" Tang Keyi refused to back down. "If not the hospital, then at least medicated oil. I’ll massage it for you!"
[Just thinking about it hurts my heart.]
[How can Qin Zhiyan be this good? Willing to get hurt just to protect me… He must really love me, huh?]
[Ah—no, I’m going to cry again…]
Seeing the fresh glimmer of tears in Tang Keyi’s eyes, Qin Zhiyan froze.
Is he crying… for me?
When Qin Zhiyan didn’t respond, Tang Keyi tightened his grip on his hand. "Did you hear me? We’re buying medicated oil! I’ll help you rub it in!"
Qin Zhiyan’s lips curved into a smile. "Alright."
—
"Hurry up and take your clothes off! I’ll massage you now!"
The moment they returned to their room, Tang Keyi was already rummaging through the pharmacy bag. When he turned and saw Qin Zhiyan still fully dressed, he scowled.
"What are you staring at? Do you need me to undress you?"
Qin Zhiyan’s eyebrows rose. Amused, he settled onto the sofa, eyes glinting. "Sugar, I got hurt for you. With you right here, why should I lift a finger?"
Tang Keyi paused, cheeks warming as realization dawned.
[I’m going to undress Yan Yan?]
[Kinda excited, ngl.]
[What if I lose control and things escalate?]
[But he’s injured! That’d make me a monster!]
Qin Zhiyan sighed inwardly. Let him indulge in his fantasies for now.
He grabbed Tang Keyi’s wrist and pulled him forward.
Tang Keyi stumbled, landing sideways on Qin Zhiyan’s lap.
"Sugar, what’s going through that head of yours?"
Qin Zhiyan tilted Tang Keyi’s chin up, lips brushing his ear as he whispered.
Snapping out of his daze, Tang Keyi met Qin Zhiyan’s gaze, guilt flashing in his eyes.
[Tang Keyi, Qin Zhiyan got hurt saving you, and here you are with these thoughts!]
Shaking off his distractions, Tang Keyi set the medicated oil aside and gripped the hem of Qin Zhiyan’s shirt, yanking it upward.
Qin Zhiyan raised his arms cooperatively, and the T-shirt was soon discarded.
Faced with the sculpted torso before him, Tang Keyi poured the oil into his palms and pressed firmly against a bruise on Qin Zhiyan’s chest, rubbing in determined circles.
"Does it hurt?" He worried about pressing too hard—or worse, not hard enough to disperse the bruise.
"No." Qin Zhiyan’s tone was flat. Honestly, these minor injuries meant nothing to him.
He wasn’t as delicate as Tang Keyi.
But Tang Keyi assumed he was just toughing it out. Imagining himself in Qin Zhiyan’s place, he would’ve been howling in pain.
His nose burned again.
"You’ve never been beaten up before, have you?" he mumbled, voice thick. "And now it’s by some random thugs… must be embarrassing. Don’t worry—I won’t tell a soul. Not even Qiuqiu."
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