Chapter 205 Stop Dawdling Like You’re Not a Man

At 4 a.m., Yin Siyao had just finished treating someone who had broken their arm. Before he could even take a sip of water, the wail of another ambulance approached from afar.

Rubbing his temples, he tossed the disposable cup into the trash, put on his gloves, and walked toward the emergency room.

“What’s the situation?”

“Traffic accident. Motorcycle hit a guardrail, left leg open fracture, heavy bleeding, blood pressure 80/50.”

Yin Siyao glanced at the patient on the stretcher—blood and shards of glass covered him. But his consciousness was relatively clear, and he groaned in pain.

“Establish two IV lines, start rapid fluid resuscitation, check blood type and prepare for transfusion.”

Yin Siyao’s words were fast but precise. “Prepare for debridement, contact the operating room, alert the secondary team.”

The emergency room immediately became a hive of activity.

A whole night of busyness made Yin Siyao temporarily forget about Leng Keyan.

By 7 a.m., Yin Siyao removed his blood-stained gloves and pulled out his phone.

There were seven or eight unread messages on WeChat, all from Leng Keyan.

[Teacher Yin, I really know I was wrong.]

[I shouldn’t have lied to you, but I was really scared at that moment…]

[When are you done with work? I’ll come find you.]

[No matter how angry you are, I’ll apologize properly.]

[Teacher Yin, please don’t ignore me…]

Yin Siyao stared at the messages for a long time until the screen dimmed automatically.

He closed his eyes briefly and put the phone back in his pocket.

“Dr. Yin, want to grab breakfast?” Dr. Zhang from the night shift yawned as he walked over. “There’s hot soy milk and fried dough sticks in the cafeteria.”

“No.” Yin Siyao shook his head. “Not hungry. You guys go ahead.”

“Then go home and get some good rest. You look exhausted.”

“Mm.”

Yin Siyao changed out of his white coat and put on a jacket.

When he stepped out of the hospital, dawn was just breaking.

The winter morning was bitterly cold; every exhaled breath turned instantly into white mist.

Thinking about what awaited him made his head pound.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t expected this day.

From the moment he agreed to be with Leng Keyan, he knew how fragile their relationship was.

Teacher-student. Same sex. Ten-year age gap. Yet he had fallen.

Leng Keyan was like a beam of light, recklessly bursting into his orderly life.

Yin Siyao had struggled.

He tried distancing himself, tried the cold shoulder, but every time Leng Keyan looked at him with those big, wet, puppy-dog eyes, he would cave.

But now… the light might go out.

Yin Siyao stood under his apartment building and looked up at the windows.

The lights were off. Leng Keyan had probably already left.

Yin Siyao let out a bitter smile. Fine. At least he didn’t have to face a breakup conversation in person.

The room was pitch dark, eerily silent.

Yin Siyao pushed open the bedroom door and saw a curled-up figure on the bed.

Leng Keyan lay on his side, wrapped in blankets, only half his head and a hand resting on the pillow visible.

A phone sat on the bedside table, screen still lit, showing their chat.

The unheated room was icy cold.

Yin Siyao’s chest tightened. He walked quickly over.

He turned on the air conditioner, set it to 26°C, and sat at the edge of the bed, reaching for Leng Keyan’s forehead.

Thankfully, no fever.

The moment his fingers touched the skin, Leng Keyan stirred, groggily opening his eyes.

Seeing Yin Siyao, his eyes lit up instantly.

“Teacher Yin!” Leng Keyan’s voice was hoarse from just waking, full of delight. “You’re back!”

He tried to wriggle out of the blankets, but Yin Siyao held him in place.

“Don’t move. Sleep a bit more.”

“I’m not sleepy, I—”

Before he could finish, Yin Siyao covered his mouth.

He cupped Leng Keyan’s face, fingers threading through his hair.

The kiss came suddenly; Leng Keyan didn’t have time to react.

Yin Siyao’s lips were cool, carrying the chill from outside.

The kiss was urgent and deep, one hand holding the back of Leng Keyan’s head, forcing the intensity.

Occasionally, his teeth brushed Leng Keyan’s lips, causing a sharp sting.

His hands slid from the cheeks to the neck, then to the shoulders, finally slipping under the blanket to press against Leng Keyan’s waist.

Leng Keyan gasped, mind blank.

Yet his body instinctively responded, wrapping arms around Yin Siyao’s neck.

Tilting his head, he endured the overwhelmingly passionate kiss.

Today, Yin Siyao was unusually ardent, unusually forward, like a changed man.

“Yin… Teacher Yin…”

Between breaths, Leng Keyan tried to speak. “I have something really important to tell you, about the lie…”

“Shh. Don’t talk.”

Yin Siyao kissed him again, this time nibbling his lower lip lightly.

Not harsh, but with undeniable meaning: “Good puppy, focus.”

Leng Keyan wanted to speak, but Yin Siyao’s hands were already undoing buttons.

His icy fingers touched Leng Keyan’s skin, causing a shiver.

“Teacher Yin…” Leng Keyan whispered between kisses, “your hands are so cold…”

“Then warm me, little puppy. Okay?”

Leng Keyan’s breath quickened.

His fingers trembled slightly as he undid Yin Siyao’s clothing, revealing pale skin and a delicate collarbone.

Leng Keyan’s lips burned, moving from eyes to jaw to Adam’s apple, finally resting on the collarbone.

His small canine teeth nipped gently at the protruding bone. Not hard, but enough to make Yin Siyao shiver.

Yin Siyao responded with even more passion, kisses heavy and urgent.

Like confirming something… and like saying goodbye to something.

Leng Keyan lost all reason under this teasing.

He liked Yin Siyao, desperately. Every touch drove him wild.

This was their first time this intimately connected.

“Teacher Yin, wait—”

Leng Keyan tried to push him away. “I really have something important to say. Can we talk first?”

“I said I don’t want to hear it.”

Yin Siyao raised his head. “Leng Keyan, can’t you? If not, just say so, and I’ll take over.”

Leng Keyan: “…”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Nonsense has consequences.”

Yin Siyao wasn’t backing down. “Then prove it. Stop dawdling like you’re not a man.”

Leng Keyan glared dangerously. “You said it yourself. Don’t cry later, and no whining or acting pitiful.”

Yin Siyao said nothing, pulling Leng Keyan close and pressing soft lips against his.

This kiss was gentler, but still inescapable.

Leng Keyan could no longer speak.

Yin Siyao’s ardor was unfamiliar, unsettling, but irresistible.

He had never been able to refuse Yin Siyao, like a sunflower cannot refuse the sun, like a moth cannot refuse fire.

Leng Keyan closed his eyes, letting himself sink.

Clothes fell one by one.

Yin Siyao’s shirt and pants were tossed in a heap by the bed, blanket kicked to the floor.

Leng Keyan’s fingers traced Yin Siyao’s waist, sending shivers through him. The room was filled only with fragmented breaths and moans.

Sunlight grew stronger outside, slanting through the curtains to cast thin beams across the wall.

The light slowly shifted with time—from the corner to the head of the bed, finally onto their bodies.

Leng Keyan’s fingertips traced over Yin Siyao’s skin, leaving burning trails along his sides, back, and thighs.

Yin Siyao, caught in the whirlpool of desire, could only grip Leng Keyan’s shoulders, trembling and panting beneath him.