ABO Cadets-Volume 3 Chapter 62

Chapter 062, eta Ursae Majoris

In the split second that his wrist was grabbed by that man, Ling Feng's breathing stopped, even his heart had stopped beating.

—Don't tell me he was recognized.

This kind of thought made Ling Feng's heart alarmed, trembling in fear, but it was quickly thoroughly negated by reason. In his current disguise, even his younger brother Ling Yu almost couldn't recognize him, how could Udir, who has long lost his memory recognize him.

Ling Feng adjusted his facial expression and said in a feigned undisturbed voice, "General, I've come to help you do a full-body examination."

Udir stared straight into Ling Feng's eyes and asked in a soft voice, "Have I met you before?"

Ling Feng smiled and said: "You've probably made a mistake, right? I have only been here since I started working here in the past few days. I have never seen you before."

The gentle tone and smiling eyes of the male doctor in front of him made Udir feel a very strange sense of familiarity. His distinct respect and alienation in his tone, made Udir displeasedly wrinkle his brows.

You, General...... he feels these forms of address indescribably sound extremely ear-piercing.

(TN: This whole time he has been referring to him with either the polite form of you, or as his rank. Big R.I.P. bro.)

The fingers holding his wrist were gently tightened, and Udir asked in a low voice: "What is your name?"

Ling Feng calmly said: "Charley."

Udir knitted his brow even more tightly— Charley? Why does he feel that this man should not be called Charley? What should his name be? Where has he met him in the end? The more Udir thinks, the more his headache grows, but he cannot come to the reason why.

Ling Feng feigned being calm on the surface, but there was a layer of cold sweat on the palm of his hand.

Udir's breath brushed against his face, and the wrist in his hold was nearly about to be scalded by his body heat.

After all, to those who have previously completely marked themselves, it's very easy for each other's pheromones to affect one another, that is, even if he uses inhibitors for temporary suppression, the pounding of his heart is nevertheless too hard to ignore.

Such a familiar scene was projected in his eyes, it made Ling Feng feel a stabbing pain burst from the bottom of his heart, Udir's doubtful and probing eyes are as sharp as a knife, plunging straight into the softest part of his heart, instantly piercing a thousand gaping holes into his heart where he had originally built up a solid wall of defense.

The person I once loved dearly has long since been unable to remember me......

In the moment of their reunion, the scene of holding his hand and asking "have I met you before" looks especially even more ridiculous.

Ling Feng forcibly maintained his undisturbed face and repeated in a neutral tone: "General, please cooperate, I will give you a full-body examination."

Udir lowered his head and saw that the white skin on the man's wrist was pinched red. Hurriedly retrieving his hand back, a part of his heart is inexplicably distressed, an impulse to help him massage his wrist and spread out a flurry of love bites emerged.

It's probably because of the fever that Udir's mind was in chaos. He simply couldn't calmly think about it. He could only lie down on the bed for the time being and let the doctor who caused his mood to fluctuate to do a detailed examination.

Ling Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief and put on a stethoscope to check on his lungs and heart.

He gently untied his white bathrobe and accidentally caught sight of the blue necklace he wore on his chest, the sky-like crystal clear pendant is engraved with an incomparably familiar name —Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's back abruptly went stiff, his fingers even unconsciously began to slightly tremble.

This necklace...... He actually still kept it?

In his ear, he heard Dr. Will's urging voice: "Charley, get a move on the examination, I have the blood serum results already here."

"......en." Ling Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his mood and began to give Udir a comprehensive physical examination.

Ling Feng used his hands to apply light pressure on his chest and abdomen and quietly asked: "Does it hurt here?"

Udir: "......no pain."

"What about here?"

"......a little bit."

Ling Feng completely entered into his professional doctor mode, trying to calmly give his patient a physical examination.

Udir from start to finish had been unable to take his eyes off him.

As a doctor, using his hand to palpitate the patient's body is the most basic method of examination. Udir has always hated physical contact with people. But oddly enough, he didn't feel the slightest bit disgust from being touched by the man in front of him.

The man's fingers are very slender, and there is a thin layer of callus on his fingertips. When they slid across his skin, it leaves a trail of warmth, it was like using feathers to gently tickle the bottommost tip of his heart.

This kind of familiar tenderness even made Udir feel addicted to it.

It seems that in distant memory, there had also been a similar scene before. This pair of clear jet-black eyes attentively watch him, his soft voice in his ear also makes his heart itch—

"Udir, where do you feel unwell?"

"I have such a terrible stomachache that I haven't been able to eat anything for the past few days."

"But according to the results of my examination, your stomach has no problems whatsoever."

"......is that so? "

It is."

"Oh. Actually, I feigned an illness on purpose because I wanted to see you."

"......"

Udir saw himself from many years ago, lying down on a spotlessly white hospital bed, grabbing that doctor's hand, and brazenly bothering him into giving himself an examination. This young doctor had obviously never seen such a shameless patient before. Being bothered made him flushed with anger, yet also utterly helpless.

The doctor's character is very good, his eyes are always so gentle, his face also always has a smile. It seems no matter how he provokes him, he won't get angry. In particular, his attitude toward treating a patient is very considerate and tender.

Such a gentle person can not help but want to get close to him and even want to steal him away.

On the surface, he becomes a very good person. In the depths of his heart, however, rises an even more despicable and crazy notion—

He wants to overwhelm this cultured and refined man in bed and ruthlessly embrace him all night, doing him until he cries, begging him for mercy, with only himself left in his world, watching the expression on his face crumble and be overtaken by lust— that must be an even more moving expression than his smile.