Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

3 PM, Orthopedics Office, Kangren Hospital.

Yin Siyao had just finished her outpatient clinic, took off her white coat and draped it over the back of her chair, and rubbed her sore neck.

Finding the pinned chat window, a slender finger typed a line: "A new Sichuan restaurant opened in the East District, wanna try it?"

Leng Keyan loves spicy food, especially the kind of Sichuan cuisine that makes your scalp tingle and your eyes water. She always eats until her face is flushed but she still can't stop eating.

After waiting for about five minutes, the reply came: "I need to prepare my graduation thesis; I don't have time."

Yin Siyao stared at the line of text and laughed in exasperation.

It's winter break now, and the school library is only open for half a day. How can I prepare a paper?

That's a lie.

He knew perfectly well what Leng Keyan was angry about.

On the stage that day, by the time he realized what was happening and went to chase after her, Leng Keyan had already disappeared.

He later explained that he was just being stubborn and insisted on arguing with Song Jingmo, only to be tricked by Song Jingmo in the end.

But Leng Keyan seemed determined this time, and she wouldn't be coaxed.

Two days have passed, and not a single message has been sent proactively.

Every time he initiated a message, Leng Keyan would either say she was "busy" or "something came up".

Knowing that Leng Keyan likes spicy food, he specially chose a Sichuan restaurant with a high rating.

I wanted to use the opportunity of dinner to coax someone, but they wouldn't even give me a chance to meet them.

"Fine, Leng Keyan, you're ruthless."

Yin Siyao threw her phone on the table and rubbed her throbbing temples.

He had lived for thirty years and this was the first time he had experienced what it meant to "offer a warm face to a cold backside".

The key point is that he still insists on currying favor with them, because he was the one who provoked them first.

Staring at her phone screen, Yin Siyao ground her teeth: "Fine, don't eat then, I'll go eat by myself."

That's what she said, but after returning home, Yin Siyao still couldn't resist.

At seven o'clock in the evening, after taking a shower, with her hair still dripping wet, she picked up her phone and dialed Leng Keyan's number.

After ringing seven or eight times, just when Yin Siyao thought the call would be hung up again, the call was answered.

"Feed".

Leng Keyan's voice came through, stiff and unresponsive, with very quiet background noise.

"Yan Yan, what are you doing?"

"Write a thesis."

Leng Keyan said succinctly, "Is there anything else, Teacher Yin? If not, I'll hang up. I still need to look up some information."

This attitude is even colder than when treating ordinary colleagues.

Yin Siyao's anger flared up again, but she forcibly suppressed it.

She cleared her throat, her voice becoming somewhat weak: "Yan Yan... my stomach hurts."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"What did you say?"

There was a hint of tension in Leng Keyan's voice.

"Stomach ache..."

Yin Siyao continued acting, "I ate at that newly opened Sichuan restaurant tonight. The boiled fish was too spicy, and now my stomach feels like it's on fire."

"Yin Siyao!"

Leng Keyan's voice suddenly rose, filled with obvious anger, "Are you doing this on purpose? You know perfectly well that you can't eat spicy food, yet you still insist on doing this to yourself..."

Yin Siyao: "I just miss you, and I'm using food to express my longing..."

Leng Keyan: "......"

Do you have any stomach medicine at home?

Yin Siyao: "No."

"Wait."

The call was disconnected.

Hearing the busy signal, Yin Siyao's lips unconsciously curled up: "You little rascal."

I tossed my phone onto the sofa and went to look at myself in the mirror.

Her hair was still dripping wet, and her face was a little red from just taking a shower, making her look somewhat sick.

After thinking for a moment, I went to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of hot water.

Then I went back to the living room, turned on the TV, and put on a short drama.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Yin Siyao adjusted her expression and called out in a weak voice, "The door isn't locked, come in."

The door was pushed open, and Leng Keyan rushed in, panting.

She had clearly run upstairs; her face was flushed, and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

He was carrying a plastic bag containing several kinds of stomach medicine.

"Teacher Yin, you..."

Leng Keyan paused halfway through her sentence.

Yin Siyao sat peacefully on the sofa, holding a cup of hot water in her hand, with a short drama playing on the TV in front of her.

On the screen, a girl in a white dress is tearfully saying to the male protagonist, "Sister, have you misunderstood me? I really only thought of you as an older brother..."

Yin Siyao, however, was watching with great interest.

Leng Keyan's expression shifted from anxiety to confusion, and then to anger.

"Yin, Si, Yao".

Leng Keyan pronounced her full name slowly and deliberately.

The weakness on Yin Siyao's face vanished instantly, replaced by a smile that was both guilty and smug.

"Yan Yan, you're here."

Leng Keyan threw the plastic bag on the ground, and the medicine boxes inside scattered out.

Staring at Yin Siyao, her chest heaving with anger, she asked, "Does your stomach hurt?"

"I'm feeling better now."

Yin Siyao touched his nose.

"From eating Sichuan food?"

"Actually... I only ate two bites."

"Yin Siyao!"

Leng Keyan finally snapped, "You think it's fun to play me for a fool?"

"I ran out of here halfway through writing my thesis to buy you medicine at the pharmacy. I ran all the way here, and here you are watching a 'green tea' drama?"

Leng Keyan pointed at the TV screen, her hands trembling with anger.

Yin Siyao quickly turned off the TV.

The living room fell silent instantly, with only the sound of their breathing remaining.

"I didn't mean to mess with you."

Yin Siyao stood up and walked up to Leng Keyan. "I just... want to see you."

Leng Keyan stared at the person, her eyes suddenly reddening.

"Can't you just say you want to see me properly? Why did you have to fake being sick and lie to me? Do you know how worried I was just now?"

"I kept thinking the whole way, what if you have a stomach hemorrhage, what if you need to go to the hospital..."

Leng Keyan's voice choked with emotion, "And what about you? You're here watching a show..."

"I was wrong."

Yin Siyao quickly admitted her mistake, "I was really wrong. Yan Yan, don't cry..."

"I didn't cry..."

Leng Keyan wiped her eyes, but tears still involuntarily fell.

"I'm just angry. Do you know how upset I've been these past two days? Yin Siyao, have you ever thought about how I feel?"

Yin Siyao was stunned, and then realized that Leng Keyan's anger might not be just due to his thoughtless remark.

"I······"

Yin Siyao opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"I thought you would at least come to me and explain yourself properly."

Leng Keyan sniffed. "And then? You sent a few WeChat messages, and then nothing more."

"I ignored you, and you weren't worried at all. Today you suddenly remembered you wanted to coax me, so you used that lame trick of faking illness..."

Leng Keyan became increasingly aggrieved as she spoke: "Yin Siyao, what am I to you?"

"An intern who comes when called and goes when dismissed? Or a puppy to be played with when there's nothing else to do?"

He even doubted whether Yin Siyao's actions of standing up for him against his parents back in his hometown were just his imagination.

These words were too harsh, and Yin Siyao felt a sharp pain in her heart.

"no."

Yin Siyao grabbed the other person's hand, holding it tightly: "You are the person I like. The person I... finally dared to like."

Leng Keyan was stunned, tears clinging to her eyelashes, threatening to fall.