I ordered a new double bed online but forgot to select the assembly service. Accidentally, I sent the message to my ex-boyfriend. He came over without hesitation. After finishing the assembly, he suggested we test if the bed was sturdy enough. “How do we test it?” I asked innocently. The man pulled me onto his lap. “Didn’t you invite me over to try it out?” This was incredibly awkward. I blushed and explained, “You misunderstood. I just broke this bed last night.” The bed collapsed in the middle of the night. I picked out a new double bed online. It was delivered the very next day. The large package took up half my bedroom. I stared at my phone screen in disbelief. [Dear customer, you didn’t select the assembly service.] I had been too hasty in ordering. It was getting dark, and I couldn’t find any handymen available. I forwarded the customer service chat screenshot to the culprit from last night. “Can you come back to assemble the bed?” I also sent a photo of my bedroom. He typed for a long time before replying with seven words. “You’re asking me to do this?” Why shouldn’t I ask him? He was the one who broke it yesterday. “If you set it up quickly, you can come sleep here.” Two minutes later, he responded. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” Time flew by, and soon the doorbell rang three times. Wearing a lacy nightgown and no slippers, I went to open the door. James appeared in the doorway, his gaze scrutinizing me. “Is this how you greet your ex-boyfriend?” I froze in shock. How did my ex-boyfriend end up coming?
James and I had broken up about a year ago. I had sent the message to him by mistake. It was all because these two men used the same plain black profile picture. “How much stuff did you pile on the bed to make it collapse?” James asked casually as he unpacked the delivery. “Quite a lot of clothes, I guess.” I decided not to tell James the real reason. It would be strange to explain a broken bed to my ex-boyfriend. The air conditioning was on full blast, but assembling a double bed was still quite laborious. James was drenched in sweat. I inadvertently glanced at his back. His muscular build was visible through the sweat-soaked shirt – broad shoulders and a slim waist. I took a sip of water and averted my gaze. My ex was indeed handsome. But I broke up with him because he was too boring. Not only was he always busy with work, but he was also unimaginative in bed. The same old rigid position every time. Lights off, not a word spoken. He wouldn’t even let me call him “Dr. James”. It was just too dull. In the end, I couldn’t take it anymore. I brought up breaking up right after we finished. James sat on the edge of the bed, buttoning up his shirt. He was silent for a while, not even turning to look at me. “Are you serious?” he finally asked. “I am.” Nine words. And that was it. We broke up. He was a man who was even dull when breaking up. “It’s all set up,” James’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He was quite handy – he had even made the bed. James sat on the bed, hands gripping the edge, and bounced up and down forcefully. The new double bed let out a series of suggestive creaks. He turned his head slightly, lips curling into a smile, and patted the spot beside him. “Want to try it out? See if it’s sturdy?” Was this guy acting weird?
I hesitantly sat down next to James. Like him, I bounced up and down on the bed, awkwardly trying it three or four times. James seemed to be staring at me. I was too embarrassed to look up. What was wrong with me? Testing the bed with my ex-boyfriend? “How do we test it?” I was about to stand up and ask him to leave. An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. I fell backwards, landing on his slightly parted legs. His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “Didn’t you invite me over to try it out?” I hadn’t misunderstood after all. James had really changed – he’d become quite flirtatious. Even now, I could feel an obvious change in him beneath me. My face turned bright red. “You must have misunderstood. I broke this bed last night too.” I had just sent the message to the wrong person. James wasn’t really listening to me, just nuzzling my neck with the tip of his nose. “You said once I finished assembling it, I could come sleep here… Does that mean you want to get back together?” I was stunned. Get back together with him? If he hadn’t suddenly shown up, I honestly hadn’t considered it. But if you asked if I wanted to, well, I had just thought about it. James pulled my legs over, making me sit sideways on his lap. He lowered his head slightly, his cool lips landing on my forehead, then moving to my cheek, chin, and neck. I was dazed by his kisses, my fingers clutching his sleeves tightly. I had to admit, James’s kissing skills had improved a lot. My phone on the side rang at the most inopportune moment. A message popped up on the screen. “Sis, is the new bed set up? I’ll come take a look.” “I won’t be so rough tonight.” With one arm around James and the other quickly replying to the message, I typed: “Not done yet, don’t come.” Don’t ruin my good thing. I turned off my phone and realized this guy had stopped moving. James’s brows were furrowed noticeably, his hands loosening their grip slightly. I was about to lean in to kiss him again. “Who’s that?” He held my forehead back with two fingers. “How did your bed break?” I spread my hands, telling the truth. “Just a guy friend. He was a bit too rough on the bed, that’s how it ended up like this.”
The shower was running loudly. James had pushed me away earlier and gone to take a shower. He came out after a long while. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony, wearing only a white towel around his waist, waiting for his clothes to dry. “Are you leaving?” I didn’t understand his thinking anymore. Wasn’t he about to do it with me earlier? James looked up coldly: “What do you think?” It seemed like he was angry. But who had offended him? I hesitated for a while, looking down at my phone. “Then I’ll transfer you some money. Thanks for your help today.” Ryan’s voice call came through. I answered casually: “Mm, okay, you can come over tonight. Yeah, it’s all good.” I hung up the phone. At some point, James had come to stand in front of me, staring at me strangely. “What kind of person are you?” “What kind of person am I?” “I just finished assembling the bed, haven’t even put my clothes on, and you’re already asking someone else to come over?” I glanced at the countdown timer on the dryer. “It’ll take him half an hour to get here. You’ll be gone in 15 minutes max. You won’t even cross paths.” James stared at me intently, his lips pressed into a straight line as he snorted coldly. I understood then – Did he want to do something with me but felt interrupted by an outsider? Or did he think I wasn’t being proactive enough and ruined his mood? After all, James was quite conservative when it came to that stuff. I coughed lightly: “How about I make up an excuse and tell him not to come back today? What do you think?” That should save his face. The dryer beeped. James’s expression stiffened as he hurriedly put on his shirt and buttoned it up, then bent down to put on his pants. “Let me tell you, Lily, you’ve got the wrong idea about me.” How strange. I couldn’t keep face either anymore. “I don’t know where this chaste man came from.” James was stunned into silence by my retort. His face darkened as he opened the door to leave, but suddenly stopped in his tracks. Ryan, who was about to knock, was visibly startled. “Dr. James, what are you doing here?” “Ryan?” James frowned. “You two know each other?”
“Sis, remember I just started my internship? Dr. James is my supervising doctor.” James was a doctor. Ryan was a medical student. I hadn’t thought about James being Ryan’s supervisor. He turned back to look at me, then asked Ryan: “So, you live here with her?” “Yeah. It’s close to the hospital and convenient for commuting.” James’s expression grew even more displeased. He used to live here with me too, before I kicked him out. Ryan looked back and forth between me and James. “Dr. James, what brings you here?” James maintained an odd silence. I answered for him: “Oh, he came to assemble the bed. It’s all done now.” James probably felt embarrassed and quickly fled. Ryan stood there bewildered. “Sis, you called the youngest associate professor in the whole hospital to assemble your bed?” “He volunteered.” I was getting a bit annoyed. Ryan lowered his head and sighed. “Did the professor accidentally take my slippers?” That pair of men’s dress shoes was neatly placed by the door. I wanted to contact James on social media, but he had blocked me. Ryan put down the cat food. After a while, Mimi came crawling out. Yesterday Mimi had brought a bug onto the bed. Ryan chased it all night, trampling the bed in the process. Ryan felt very apologetic. I was quite calm: “It’ll come out of your deposit.” By nighttime, I was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Ryan let out a scream from the bathroom. “Damn, the water’s freezing!” James must have taken a cold shower this afternoon. I knew James had blocked me, so I sent him some weird messages. “Dr. James takes care of himself and leaves me hanging? What an asshole.” It was all sexually frustrated complaints. Message sent. Sent successfully. I froze for a moment, then quickly tried to recall the message. He had unblocked me. I wonder if he saw it? I tentatively tested the waters: “Just wanted to let you know, you left your shoes at my place.” James’s messages came flooding in. “I saw it.” “I’m not coming over.” “Don’t send me stuff like that late at night.” “Ryan is my student.” So he did see it after all. Is this his post-nut clarity? His tone is so cold. And what does it matter if Ryan’s his student?
Ryan had just finished showering and brought over some takeout crawfish, calling me out to eat a late night snack. I sent James a message. “Got it. Ryan’s calling me, can’t chat anymore.” My hands were busy peeling crawfish, so I couldn’t reply to messages. After finishing the snack, it was almost 11 pm. I finally saw the message James had sent two hours ago. “I’m an amateur. The bed was just assembled, it might not be safe.” James really is a good teacher, so concerned about Ryan’s wellbeing. I replied directly: “Just saw your message. I’ll tell him to be careful.” It showed he was “typing” on the other end. He was typing for a really long time. I waited earnestly for his reply. To my surprise, James video called me instead. I was in the bathroom washing my hands at the sink. My face was reflected in the phone screen. My whole face was flushed red from the spicy food, and my lips were slightly swollen. I quickly turned off the water. James stared at me intently, his gaze extremely sharp with a hint of frost. “He used you for two hours… Are you still up for it? Come out and meet me for round two?”
I looked at the time. It was almost midnight. Go out for a late night snack with my ex-boyfriend? “No thanks, I’m full.” James leaned back in the armchair, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Full? You’re really something, just using me as a tool.” His phone seemed to be placed on the coffee table. The camera angle was tilted upwards, not capturing James’s face. It only showed his strong thighs, pale wrists, slightly raised chin, and sharp Adam’s apple. What a strange female gaze angle, as if I was kneeling in front of him. I didn’t listen to a word he said, just silently took screenshots. “Sis, who are you video chatting with?” Ryan passed by the door, his gaze landing on my phone screen. “It’s nothing.” I hung up guiltily. Living with a young guy, I had to maintain boundaries to avoid him getting any ideas about paying rent with his body. Ryan leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking at me with interest. “I saw you taking screenshots. Sis, you should find a real boyfriend instead of video chatting with thirst traps.” I shook the water off my hands: “He’s not a thirst trap, he’s…” He’s your supervisor. Kids these days, so disrespectful. Ryan raised an eyebrow: “Is he the landlady’s boyfriend?” “No, just a friend,” I said as I walked past him. Ryan turned his head to let me through. “What kind of friend?” he said shamelessly, “The kind you video chat with and only look at their crotch?” “Can you not be so crude?” I snapped. If it weren’t for his sister being my boss, I’d kick him out right now. “Be careful sis, don’t let anyone record you…” Ryan gave me a meaningful look. What did he think I was doing? Do kids these days only have dirty thoughts? He suddenly came very close to me and blinked. “If you need anything, why not ask me? I’m young, clean, and free.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass.” I had zero interest in my boss’s brother. Even if I did have needs, I had someone else in mind. “I just got caught by your student. I’m back in my room now, still want to video chat?” I lay on the bed texting Dr. James. “Did you two… argue because of me?” “Argue about what? You’re overthinking it. He didn’t even realize it was you.” “Oh.” The conversation was abruptly cut off. No matter what messages I sent after that, James wouldn’t reply. I glared at my phone in frustration. A few days later, Ryan also became extremely busy, getting off work at 2 AM every night. I casually asked him: “Is Dr. James this busy too?” “That old workaholic bachelor is always breathing down my neck, like he’s got some grudge against me.” Ryan was so exhausted he was having paranoid delusions. Since he knew James and I were friends, he asked me to put in a good word for him. I sent James a message. “Dr. James, it’s one thing for you to be busy yourself, but can’t you let your student get off work earlier?” James was very cold. “It’s just work.” Two minutes later, he sent another message. “I’m not picking on him.” I hadn’t meant to stand up for Ryan, I was just looking for an excuse to chat with him. “I know you’re not that kind of person.” James: “…” He replied with an ellipsis. Half a month later, I went to the hospital for a checkup. My endocrine levels weren’t great. The female doctor asked about my sexual activity frequency over the past three months. I helplessly held my head: “I kissed someone two weeks ago, does that count?” Of course it didn’t. She tactfully suggested that getting some sleep would help. Standing in the hospital elevator, I fell into deep thought. Who should I sleep with? The elevator doors slowly opened and a large group of doctors poured in, squeezing me into the back corner. James stood at the front of the group of interns in his white coat, his expression serious and cold, exuding an impressive aura. Ryan was right behind him, yawning with his eyes closed. Compared to James’s elite vibe, Ryan really didn’t measure up. My gaze traveled over the crowd, landing on the man’s superior profile. Wasn’t this a case of the devil sending a pillow when I was feeling drowsy? Last time he seemed interested in me. I sent him a message. “Dr. James, I got an appointment with you.” James: “But I’m not seeing patients today.” “I know. There’s a special patient waiting outside your office.”
I had wanted to play this game with James for a long time. The door opened from the inside. James hurriedly pulled me into the room. “How dare you come to the hospital to find me?” What kind of question was that? I calmly sat down and glanced at him. “Dr. James, always acting so sneaky. Do you have another girlfriend out there?” James sat down in front of me, staring at me intently and letting out a long sigh. “What do you think? I’m already so infatuated with you that I’ve lost all sense of shame.” He always seemed so reluctant. Whatever, I liked forcing him. I leaned forward, furrowing my brow slightly. “Dr. James, I’m not feeling well. Can you examine me?” James seemed to know what I was up to and played along half-heartedly. “Tell me, what’s wrong?” I let out an affected “hmph”. “My breasts hurt, my back hurts, my legs feel weak too.” James coldly raised his eyes to look at me, pointing at his name badge with his pen. “Oh, I’m an internal medicine doctor. You should see someone else.” I knew he wouldn’t play along with me. I leaned forward on his desk. “Dr. James, I haven’t even told you about the inside yet. It feels even worse inside.” James pressed his fingers to his forehead, looking at me extremely helplessly. “Are my lines not important?” I clicked my tongue impatiently. “Are you a real doctor? Why aren’t you asking where I don’t feel well?” James was forced to comply: “Where don’t you feel well?” I stared straight at him. “I’m aching for you inside, Dr. James.” The pen suddenly slipped from his hand, clattering awkwardly onto the desk before rolling to the floor with a panicked sound. James was frozen in shock. He turned his head away, the tips of his ears bright red. “I already like you so much, stop trying to seduce me. I’m not going to fool around with you in the hospital.” I was just teasing him verbally. “I just came to see you. I probably interrupted you reading papers.” I looked around his office as I stood up, still talking. “By the way, where’s Ryan? Is he on the same floor as you?” James thought I was leaving and also stood up, looking anxious but answering irrelevantly. “He doesn’t have his own office!”
I didn’t understand. Of course an intern wouldn’t have his own office. “Can’t I at least say hi to him?” I wandered around his office, inadvertently meeting his eyes. James was leaning against the desk with one hand, gazing over at me, his eyes full of restrained affection. “Didn’t you say you came to see me?” He was pouting. My heart skipped a beat. “Dr. James, can I kiss you now?” James’s response was “yes”. He sat on the couch, holding my legs and pressing down on top of me as he kissed me. This man seemed quite easy to train. But I really had a tendency to push my luck with him. “Dr. James, don’t take advantage of my ignorance. Is this how you treat patients?” I pushed his chin away with my hand. James’s expression was one of barely contained desire. “Of course it is.” He stared at me, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he let out a low groan. “You’re very sick. Don’t you know that?” I grabbed his collar and leaned in close, staring into his eyes. “But doctor, you haven’t even prescribed the right treatment.” James lowered his eyes guiltily: “What do you want?” I reached up to stroke his hair. “I want to know if Dr. James takes his patients seriously. Can you repeat the symptoms I mentioned at the beginning?” James lowered his eyelashes, turning his head as he tried to recall. He seemed to remember. His face burned hot as he bit his lower lip hard, not saying a word. James was really quite cute. I tapped his name badge with my fingertip. “It seems the professor isn’t good with words, but you remember it all, don’t you?” James nodded gratefully. I raised an eyebrow and winked at him. “Then keep kissing lower.” James fell silent. … Just as the two of us were getting lost in our passionate kisses, there was a sudden knock at the door. “Dr. James, it’s Ryan. I’m here to turn in my report.”
James’s eyes flew open. He quickly got up off me, hurriedly taking off his coat and holding it in front of me. He looked like he was facing a great enemy. His specific body language resembled that of “an adulterer caught in the act”. He gripped my shoulders with both hands, sweat beading on his forehead as he spoke breathlessly. “What should we do?” I stared at him speechlessly, looking him up and down as I straightened my clothes, still not understanding. “What’s the big deal? Just let Ryan come in.” “He’s young and impulsive. What if he hits me?” He seemed really afraid of Ryan. I irritably threw the coat back at him. “Why would he hit you? You’re the teacher, he’s the student… Just because you were kissing me during work hours? He didn’t even hit you when you harassed him last time. Is his temper that bad?” James seemed to realize I was unhappy. He smoothly put on his coat. “I have a good temper too. If he really wants to hit me,” he said firmly, “I’ll let him.” I was really done with this. “He’s not going to hit you.” “I’ll go open the door now. Hiding and not opening it will only make people think we’re up to something.” James followed behind me: “You’re so smart.” I: “…” Ever since getting back together with James, my double eyelids had gotten wider – from constantly rolling my eyes. James rushed in front of me and put his hand on the doorknob, taking a deep breath as if steeling himself. “Lily, remember to stay quiet. I’ll handle this.” “I get it. I’ll just stay speechless.” Ryan was very surprised to see me. His mouth fell open and he even dropped his report. “Sis?! What are you doing in Dr. James’s office?” James awkwardly coughed, “Ahem, don’t misunderstand. She got lost in the hospital.” Goddammit. I knew it. This guy really was sick in the head. Ryan definitely didn’t believe that. And he was very wary of James. “Dr. James, do you think I’m an idiot? I already warned you, yet you still go after people close to me? Do you want me to report you?” James lowered his head in shame. “I’m truly sorry for any harm I’ve caused you…” Ryan couldn’t be bothered to listen to him and waved me over: “Come here, sis.” Me: “???” I remained motionless, continuing to observe. Like a caveman who had just gained consciousness. James buried his head extremely low, his hands clenched into fists as his voice trembled slightly. “Actually, I’ve been wanting to ask you… would you be willing to immigrate with me?” A sad atmosphere suddenly permeated the air. The room fell silent for a few seconds. I pondered – Who was he asking? “Shameless!” Ryan spat out. He grabbed my arm and ran. James stood there, not chasing after us.
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