Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Lin Feng just had the thought in his mind but did not put it into action. He was not a perverted pervert, so how could he do such a disgraceful thing?

Even though they are of the same sex, it is not acceptable to be so offensive.

Lin Feng took a look and remembered it. For people who study medicine, especially orthopedic surgeons, the direction of bone and muscle lines is a feature that they can remember more easily.

Picking up the pile of clothes, he walked into the cloakroom next door. Lin Feng knew that Zhang Yan would have a lot of clothes and accessories, but he didn't expect there would be so many. He even put small labels on the drawers where the accessories were kept.

To Raymond Lam, the row of black suits seemed to be of similar styles. There were also suits of other colors, but not in large numbers. Casual wear and sportswear were the least numerous.

Lin Feng classified the clothes in the cloakroom, ironed the clothes in the suitcase, folded or hung them, and put the accessories in place.

Zhang Yan was also very carefree and actually let him stay in the cloakroom alone.

Any watch in that drawer can buy a house outside.

What surprised Lin Feng was that this boss who usually only wore black suits, had jewelry including cuffs, tie clips and brooches, as well as necklaces, bracelets, rings, and even studs and earrings.

Can these be worn with formal wear?

Raymond Lam probably doesn't know that there is a type of suit that is a formal dress and can be paired with jewelry.

What puzzled Lin Feng was, did Zhang Yan have pierced ears?

He hadn't noticed this.

But this is not important. He will know the answer once he goes out and takes a look.

So, Lin Feng walked out of the cloakroom and sat down beside Zhang Yan's bed while Zhang Yan looked stunned.

"What's the matter...?"

Before Zhang Yan finished asking, Lin Feng held Zhang Yan's face and looked around. He then ran his fingers along the jawline from the cheek to the earlobe, touching and pinching the earlobe.

Zhang Yan was no longer surprised, but familiar with it.

The whole person suddenly became popular, like a cooked shrimp.

What is Lin Feng going to do?

Before Zhang Yan could figure out why Lin Feng did this, Lin Feng asked first.

"You have pierced ears?"

Huh? He did this just to see if he had pierced ears?

Zhang Yan became even more confused.

But there was no hesitation. Zhang Yan answered Lin Feng's question, "Yes."

"When did you get your ears pierced?"

Is it necessary to ask so clearly? Is this question for medical or metaphysical reasons?

This confused Zhang Yan.

"I don't know. I've had pierced ears since I was a kid."

"I didn't." Lin Feng was honest about his situation.

Are you curious about other people's ear piercings because you don't have pierced ears yourself?

Zhang Yan didn't foolishly touch his earlobe to verify like Lin Feng did, but instead lay back on the bed, hugging the quilt. "Oh."

Then, the only sounds that could be heard in the bedroom were the breathing of the two people, and the scene was very awkward.

Lin Feng was still touching Zhang Yan's earlobe. The two of them were almost face to face, and their breaths were directly hitting each other's faces.

Lin Feng suddenly realized his own absurdity and immediately withdrew his hand. He wiped his palm on his trouser leg as if he was sweating.

Lin Feng licked his lips, feeling a little thirsty. He stood up and went to the kitchen to drink some water. Zhang Yan didn't know where Lin Feng was going. Was he going home? Why didn't he say goodbye?

The noodles today are not salty at all. This is the second time he drank water tonight.

It’s probably because the central air conditioning in Zhang Yan’s house is turned on too high. It’s a bit dry, and Zhang Yan must be thirsty.

Lin Feng drank two more glasses of water himself, then filled a thermos with some warm water for Zhang Yan and took it into the bedroom.

"I've poured you some warm water and put it by your bed. If you're thirsty, drink some."

Lin Feng placed the thermos on the bedside table and almost knocked over the book that was on it. Lin Feng hurriedly caught it and saw that it was "The Little Prince", an English version.

Zhang Yan looked at Lin Feng's flustered appearance, and it was very hard to endure. Although he still had the same expression, his instep was stretched straight under the quilt.

Lin Feng helped Zhang Yan tidy up the quilt again, wanting to remind him to go to bed early at night and not kick the quilt. But in the end, all he said were two dry words, "Good night."

Just like that, Lin Feng went to the kitchen to get his bowl and went home.

Zhang Yan heard the door close and turned on his phone to check the surveillance camera at the door. After confirming that Lin Feng had returned to his home opposite, he finally couldn't help himself.

puff……

Hahaha……

He is so cute!

How could someone jump directly to embarrassment after being confused and impulsive, and yet there is a hint of naive cuteness in the embarrassment?

I didn't expect it. I didn't expect that Dr. Lin, who usually has a cold face, is like this in private.

When Dr. Lin got home, he thought it was very late and he had to go to work the next day, so he lay down on the bed and prepared to sleep.

I don’t know if he took a nap on the way back or for some other reason, but Lin Feng lay in bed for half an hour, changing more than a dozen positions. He tossed and turned but couldn’t fall asleep.

Not sleepy at all.

When Lin Feng couldn't sleep, Zhang Yan next door was sleeping soundly. He remembered Lin Feng's instructions and drank a sip of water before going to bed. He turned off the lights, covered himself with a quilt, and fell asleep in less than two minutes.

He didn't know that Lin Feng had insomnia. As for why he had insomnia, only Lin Feng himself knew.

Perhaps, Lin Feng himself doesn’t know.

Lin Feng simply got up from the bed, put his hands behind his back, and looked out the window. There was neither a starry sky nor thousands of lights, only rows of street lights. He felt lonely and melancholy.

Those things about sitting alone until dawn are probably nonsense. How can an insomniac sit alone in a calm and peaceful manner?

Lin Feng walked out of the bedroom with a clear purpose in mind. He went to the study room which was converted from the second bedroom and took out an obscure professional book. This book always made him feel dizzy every time he read it. Today's sleeping indicator depended entirely on it.

Lin Feng read very carefully for ten minutes, but he couldn't even finish reading two lines of words. He knew all the words, but couldn't put them together into a sentence. It was over. It seemed that he couldn't complete this KPI.

How can you hypnotize your brain if the words don’t even pass through your eyes?

So, Raymond Lam tried exercising, hoping to make his body tired so that he could fall asleep smoothly.

After doing thirty push-ups, Lin Feng felt more energetic. The adrenaline made him feel that he could now go to the hospital to work the night shift.

So, Lin Feng took another cold shower.

The bathroom was ice-cold, completely different from Zhang Yan's steaming hot bathroom. As soon as Lin Feng closed his eyes, he saw Zhang Yan's face flushed red by the hot steam. This kind of skin must be the one that is described as fair with a rosy complexion.

From this perspective, Mr. Zhang is indeed not overbearing. On the contrary, he looks quite delicate and exquisite.