Chapter 30
(Mild NSFW warning)
In just the span of less than a minute, Fu Jia went through the three stages of doubting the world, doubting Lu Qi'an, and doubting himself.
Then he realized Lu Qi'an really did kiss him. This wasn’t his imagination, because he had no idea that kissing could be done to the extent that not only did lips and teeth touch, but even tongues were intertwined.
Compared with what he did to Lu Qi'an in the infirmary, this was much more comfortable. The moment he realized this, Fu Jia's blanket-wrapped body heated up rapidly. The room’s air conditioner was on, and the blanket was also a winter blanket, which was tightly wrapped around him, airtight to the point of almost suffocating him to death.
He pulled at the blanket, freeing his upper body from it. This time he endured his shame, didn't wrap both hands around his body, and also didn't tremble.
After being kissed by Lu Qi'an, this bit of shame couldn’t amount to much.
He was sweating all over, and shook as he asked: "Why did you… s-suddenly act like this?”
After pinching Fu Jia's face, Lu Qi'an withdrew his hand. There was a lasting sensation of heat on his fingertips because Fu Jia’s face was too hot.
He asked back, "Don't you want to?"
Fu Jia's forehead was full of sweat; intent on not getting distracted by him, he said: “It’s not a question of whether I want to or not. The question is, you don’t like me…so why did you still kiss me?”
His heart was full of confusion.
One must be responsible for the words they’ve said. Time runs on its own speed, but ideas and circumstances are ever-changing, often trapping people by what they’ve said in the past.#
Lu Qi'an thought for a while and said: “That time you hurt your face, you deceived me and said that you hurt yourself by falling down. Do you remember?"
Fu Jia didn’t understand why he brought that up at a time like this. He tried hard to recall his mental state at that time, but his memory was blurry. A few months were enough for him to separate those dark feelings from himself. Looking back now, he only felt strange and distant.
Fu Jia whispered: "I remember, but I didn't mean to deceive you.”
"I know, but do you still remember why you deceived me?" Lu Qi'an asked.
Fu Jia lowered his head, finding it difficult to put into words: "Because I feel very ashamed."
"En," Lu Qi'an replied, as if to placate Fu Jia. He raised his hand to wipe away sweat from Fu Jia's forehead, and slowly said:, "So you should be able to understand that if you can lie, I can lie too."
One ought to be responsible for what they say, and he was ready to be responsible for everything.
This sentence of Lu Qi’an’s was too tactful, Fu Jia took half a day, but still couldn’t wrap his head around it. He stammered: “So…so…”
Did you trick me?
Do you like me?
He actually reached the critical moment, and the pork bone was delivered to his mouth, but he didn’t dare to open his mouth and bite down.
Lu Qi'an didn't patiently wait for him to figure it out bit by bit. He picked up the towel he had prepared earlier, soaked it in the basin of hot water, wrung it dry, and then said to Fu Jia: "Give me your hand.”
Fu Jia hesitated for a moment, then held out his hand.
Lu Qi'an held his wrist, pressed the towel on the inside of his arm, and asked: "Is it hot?"
The towel was warm and moist; a little hot, but it felt comfortable to Fu Jia, who had been drenched in the rain.
Fu Jia quivered, holding back from hiding away, and said, "It's fine.”
Upon confirming that the temperature was suitable, Lu Qi'an let go of Fu Jia's wrist and switched to supporting his shoulder, wiping from the neck, then gradually downwards.
When he brushed against Fu Jia's collarbone, Fu Jia reacted strongly. Not only did he dodge backwards, he also used his hand to shield his chest.
Lu Qi'an carefully observed his expression, after making sure that he was blushing from embarrassment and not because he was showing discomfort, he pulled his hand away and continued to wipe his body.
Fu Jia was very thin, a bit thinner than what Lu Qi'an had always imagined: his abdomen was slightly sunken in, and his ribs were prominent. This was not the physique of what a boy his age should have.
Fu Jia was brought home by Lin Qing only after he turned eight. Before he was eight years old, his living condition wasn’t optimistic at all, and he even wandered on the streets for a while. After being taken back to the villa by Lin Qing, although Auntie Chen was there to take care of his daily life, Auntie Chen never gave her sincerity to Fu Jia, and the most she did was keeping him alive.
Lu Qi'an wiped Fu Jia's entire upper body from top to bottom without avoiding nipples, navel or other sensitive parts, as attentive as carrying out a formal job. He changed the water twice as he wiped, ensuring that the towel was always hot.
Fu Jia was not as calm as he was, feeling tortured both mentally and physically. Goosebumps were left in the wake of everywhere that Lu Qi’an wiped with the towel, and even after the towel was lifted away, a numbing itch still lingered.
When Lu Qi'an put the towel back into the basin and didn't pick it up again, Fu Jia breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the torment was finally over.
The next second, Lu Qi'an said: "Take off your pants."
With a bang, Fu Jia heard the sound of the world collapsing.
With eyes full of horror, he shrank back and said, "No..."
As if he didn't hear anything, Lu Qi'an reached out and grabbed his ankle. Fu Jia’s feet were still ice-cold despite being warmed up in this toasty room for such a long time, causing his attitude to harden. He asked: "Why are you refusing? You have injuries on your legs, don’t you?”
Fu Jia frantically shook his head, so anxious that his eyes reddened: “No! Let go of me first, and talk later, okay? Just wait..."
Fu Jia bent his waist in an attempt to shrink his body, he reluctantly put his hesitant hands between his legs, trying his best to cover something up.
Lu Qi’an was worried that he was trying to cover an injury. Frowning tightly, he stood up from the chair and pressed towards him from the bedside, using strength to break his hands apart–
Even if Fu Jia mustered all his strength, he still wasn’t a match for a serious Lu Qi’an, let alone now when he only had half a breath left. Lu Qi'an controlled his hands with just one hand, making him obediently place his hands above his head. At the same time, Lu Qi'an pressed against Fu Jia's thighs with his knee, forcing him to spread out his body.
This posture was very convenient, with one glance Lu Qi'an could see where Fu Jia was desperately trying to cover.
It was…his crotch, where a distinct shape bulged out.
As another male, Lu Qi’an quickly realized what had happened. Seeing that he saw it, Fu Jia almost fainted on the spot.
It would’ve been fine if he hadn’t been exposed, but once revealed, the lustful flush of Fu Jia’s body was laid bare to see.
He had an erection.
Lu Qi'an took a deep breath. The root of his tongue was numb, yet there was a sweet taste. It seemed to taste the same as Fu Jia’s tongue that he had licked earlier.
"You..."
He only said one word, and Fu Jia pleaded: “Don’t look…it’ll go down soon.”
Lu Qi'an pressed his lips into a tight line, feeling a mild headache. Lust was an unreasonable thing, he didn't deliberately tease Fu Jia, yet Fu Jia still reacted.
The reason was very simple.
Lu Qi'an closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, relaxed his hold on Fu Jia's hands and knees, and then sat back on the chair beside the bed.
He clenched both his hands and didn’t speak.
Fu Jia raised his head and glanced at him, then quickly knelt down on the bed to curl up into a ball, pulled the blanket over himself, and remained motionless. "I’ll be okay soon,” Fu Jia buried his face in his arms and spoke sullenly.
He never dreamed that such a day would come for him and Lu Qi’an. When he hugged and kissed Lu Qi'an before, Lu Qi'an turned blue with anger and even called him a lunatic, yet today he took the initiative to hug him, kiss him, and even used a towel to wipe his body.
His movements were so attentive and gentle that even a stone would soften, never mind Fu Jia who longed for Lu Qi’an so much every day that his intestines were about to break apart at the thought of him.
He said that he’ll be okay after waiting a moment, but the reality was… Fu Jia was completely disheartened: how could he soften it down?
Lust came very naturally. His focus had been following along Lu Qi'an's hand, and he didn't notice his lower body’s abnormality. By the time he found out, it had already been hard down there for who knows how long.
He put a hand in his mouth and bit down, holding back the intensely uncomfortable urge to touch down there and ejaculate hard and fast. He tried his best to endure it, but he still couldn't help twisting his waist around to let his hard cock rub against the bed sheets.
He buried his head, but he knew that Lu Qi'an hadn't left. Sitting right next to him, maybe he could clearly see his acts of secretively grinding the sheets. To his despair, he realized that if Lu Qi’an doesn’t leave, it’s likely that he will cum on the bed sheets.
Just as his head was spinning, the blanket covering his body was lifted off. Fu Jia looked over with moist eyes to find Lu Qi’an gazing at him with the gentleness of coaxing a child.
Fu Jia’s nose was sour, and he couldn’t help saying: “I’m so uncomfortable…”
“I know,” Lu Qi’an said as he picked him up along with the blanket, half taking him into his arms.
Fu Jia reached out and circled his arms around his neck, and in this moment, the entire day’s worth of grievances erupted. He arched his neck without direction and said: “It was them who tricked me first, what happened today wasn’t my fault, they’re the ones who deceived me and told me to buy coffee for you. It was raining so hard outside, and I was scared to get the scarf wet so I left it in the classroom, but when I came back, they took apart the scarf and even stomped it to the ground…”
He was babbling, but Lu Qi’an thought about the scene back then, and could almost piece together what had happened. Fu Jia was not only twisting his neck back and forth, but also kept rubbing his lower body against him. Although thin, Fu Jia was still a boy, and Lu Qi’an could hardly keep him contained in his embrace.
He reached into the blanket wrapped around Fu Jia and caressed the fabric over Fu Jia’s erect penis. That thing was hot to touch, raising high to form a large, protruding bulge against his pants. Clearly, it had been in a restrained state for a long time.
He had only touched it lightly, and Fu Jia emitted a delicate and sharp sound from his throat, arching his back and kicking his feet. Afraid that he would fall off the bed, Lu Qi'an lightly reprimanded him: "Don't move!"
Fu Jia couldn't hear anything as he gasped out puffs of air against his neck. Lu Qi’an felt somewhat helpless, released his hand, and began to distract him by talking to him: “What’s the story with the scarf?”
Fu Jia shook his head, still unable to comprehend. He felt Lu Qi'an take his hand away and anxiously straightened his waist, wanting to rub his crotch against this hand. Lu Qi'an's breathing accelerated, feeling a rush of hot air release through his body, leaving his mouth dry and burnt. He sighed and put his hand back, stroking Fu Jia’s cock from over his pants.
His hand technique was clumsy and rough, but Fu Jia hummed in pleasure. Lu Qi’an endured his fervor as he listened to him hum, and asked again: “What’s with the scarf?”
Fu Jia's eyes were out of focus, and he stammered out: "I knitted it for you..."
After saying the last word, his body spasmed. He came.
Lu Qi'an felt the penis quiver in his hand, as well as the accompanying wetness. His body tensed up.
It was the first time Fu Jia came at the touch of someone he liked, and the pleasure was so intense that he couldn’t return to his senses for a long time.
His out-of-focus expression radiated satisfaction from sexual pleasure, Lu Qi’an stared at it for two seconds before moving his eyes away. With a hoarse voice, he said: “In any case, the next time you encounter this kind of thing, don't rush to fight.”
Fu Jia was now happy to hear anything that Lu Qi’an had to say, finding everything he said satisfactory. He wanted to directly agree with a “Okay, okay, okay.” But after he thought about how much grievance he had suffered, he thought he should continue acting wronged to ask Lu Qi’an for compensation. So he forced on a dissatisfied expression and said: “Then what should I do? Let myself get bullied for nothing?”
Although his words came out like this, his voice was very soft, and his eyes were gentle.
Lu Qi'an looked at him, contemplating on what to say to calm him down. “I know the other party was at fault in this situation, but if you can’t restrain your temper and raise your fist first, then you’ll be viewed as a perpetrator instead of the victim.”
Fu Jia pretended to be solemn and asked: “Then what do I do?”
Lu Qi'an saw the smile in his eyes and knew that he wasn’t listening at all. Feeling helpless and resigned, he continued to reason with him.
Maybe, Fu Jia staying by his side in the future will mean that he no longer has to worry so much about rationality.
He couldn’t help thinking that it would’ve been better for him to give up on those unnecessary worries earlier on.
It would’ve been great if he had stayed by Fu Jia’s side earlier.
If he had been able to foresee today’s determination on the day he first met Fu Jia, he never would’ve left after only giving him a band-aid. He wouldn’t have left him alone in that corner of the courtyard and wouldn’t have let him sit on the ground alone to blow on his hurt hand.
Lu Qi'an held Fu Jia's hand and used his thumb to carefully search Fu Jia’s palm in an attempt to find those cigarette burns of the past. He said: “If something like this happens in the future, report to me directly.”
Chapter 30
(Mild NSFW warning)
In just the span of less than a minute, Fu Jia went through the three stages of doubting the world, doubting Lu Qi'an, and doubting himself.
Then he realized Lu Qi'an really did kiss him. This wasn’t his imagination, because he had no idea that kissing could be done to the extent that not only did lips and teeth touch, but even tongues were intertwined.
Compared with what he did to Lu Qi'an in the infirmary, this was much more comfortable. The moment he realized this, Fu Jia's blanket-wrapped body heated up rapidly. The room’s air conditioner was on, and the blanket was also a winter blanket, which was tightly wrapped around him, airtight to the point of almost suffocating him to death.
He pulled at the blanket, freeing his upper body from it. This time he endured his shame, didn't wrap both hands around his body, and also didn't tremble.
After being kissed by Lu Qi'an, this bit of shame couldn’t amount to much.
He was sweating all over, and shook as he asked: "Why did you… s-suddenly act like this?”
After pinching Fu Jia's face, Lu Qi'an withdrew his hand. There was a lasting sensation of heat on his fingertips because Fu Jia’s face was too hot.
He asked back, "Don't you want to?"
Fu Jia's forehead was full of sweat; intent on not getting distracted by him, he said: “It’s not a question of whether I want to or not. The question is, you don’t like me…so why did you still kiss me?”
His heart was full of confusion.
One must be responsible for the words they’ve said. Time runs on its own speed, but ideas and circumstances are ever-changing, often trapping people by what they’ve said in the past.#
Lu Qi'an thought for a while and said: “That time you hurt your face, you deceived me and said that you hurt yourself by falling down. Do you remember?"
Fu Jia didn’t understand why he brought that up at a time like this. He tried hard to recall his mental state at that time, but his memory was blurry. A few months were enough for him to separate those dark feelings from himself. Looking back now, he only felt strange and distant.
Fu Jia whispered: "I remember, but I didn't mean to deceive you.”
"I know, but do you still remember why you deceived me?" Lu Qi'an asked.
Fu Jia lowered his head, finding it difficult to put into words: "Because I feel very ashamed."
"En," Lu Qi'an replied, as if to placate Fu Jia. He raised his hand to wipe away sweat from Fu Jia's forehead, and slowly said:, "So you should be able to understand that if you can lie, I can lie too."
One ought to be responsible for what they say, and he was ready to be responsible for everything.
This sentence of Lu Qi’an’s was too tactful, Fu Jia took half a day, but still couldn’t wrap his head around it. He stammered: “So…so…”
Did you trick me?
Do you like me?
He actually reached the critical moment, and the pork bone was delivered to his mouth, but he didn’t dare to open his mouth and bite down.
Lu Qi'an didn't patiently wait for him to figure it out bit by bit. He picked up the towel he had prepared earlier, soaked it in the basin of hot water, wrung it dry, and then said to Fu Jia: "Give me your hand.”
Fu Jia hesitated for a moment, then held out his hand.
Lu Qi'an held his wrist, pressed the towel on the inside of his arm, and asked: "Is it hot?"
The towel was warm and moist; a little hot, but it felt comfortable to Fu Jia, who had been drenched in the rain.
Fu Jia quivered, holding back from hiding away, and said, "It's fine.”
Upon confirming that the temperature was suitable, Lu Qi'an let go of Fu Jia's wrist and switched to supporting his shoulder, wiping from the neck, then gradually downwards.
When he brushed against Fu Jia's collarbone, Fu Jia reacted strongly. Not only did he dodge backwards, he also used his hand to shield his chest.
Lu Qi'an carefully observed his expression, after making sure that he was blushing from embarrassment and not because he was showing discomfort, he pulled his hand away and continued to wipe his body.
Fu Jia was very thin, a bit thinner than what Lu Qi'an had always imagined: his abdomen was slightly sunken in, and his ribs were prominent. This was not the physique of what a boy his age should have.
Fu Jia was brought home by Lin Qing only after he turned eight. Before he was eight years old, his living condition wasn’t optimistic at all, and he even wandered on the streets for a while. After being taken back to the villa by Lin Qing, although Auntie Chen was there to take care of his daily life, Auntie Chen never gave her sincerity to Fu Jia, and the most she did was keeping him alive.
Lu Qi'an wiped Fu Jia's entire upper body from top to bottom without avoiding nipples, navel or other sensitive parts, as attentive as carrying out a formal job. He changed the water twice as he wiped, ensuring that the towel was always hot.
Fu Jia was not as calm as he was, feeling tortured both mentally and physically. Goosebumps were left in the wake of everywhere that Lu Qi’an wiped with the towel, and even after the towel was lifted away, a numbing itch still lingered.
When Lu Qi'an put the towel back into the basin and didn't pick it up again, Fu Jia breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the torment was finally over.
The next second, Lu Qi'an said: "Take off your pants."
With a bang, Fu Jia heard the sound of the world collapsing.
With eyes full of horror, he shrank back and said, "No..."
As if he didn't hear anything, Lu Qi'an reached out and grabbed his ankle. Fu Jia’s feet were still ice-cold despite being warmed up in this toasty room for such a long time, causing his attitude to harden. He asked: "Why are you refusing? You have injuries on your legs, don’t you?”
Fu Jia frantically shook his head, so anxious that his eyes reddened: “No! Let go of me first, and talk later, okay? Just wait..."
Fu Jia bent his waist in an attempt to shrink his body, he reluctantly put his hesitant hands between his legs, trying his best to cover something up.
Lu Qi’an was worried that he was trying to cover an injury. Frowning tightly, he stood up from the chair and pressed towards him from the bedside, using strength to break his hands apart–
Even if Fu Jia mustered all his strength, he still wasn’t a match for a serious Lu Qi’an, let alone now when he only had half a breath left. Lu Qi'an controlled his hands with just one hand, making him obediently place his hands above his head. At the same time, Lu Qi'an pressed against Fu Jia's thighs with his knee, forcing him to spread out his body.
This posture was very convenient, with one glance Lu Qi'an could see where Fu Jia was desperately trying to cover.
It was…his crotch, where a distinct shape bulged out.
As another male, Lu Qi’an quickly realized what had happened. Seeing that he saw it, Fu Jia almost fainted on the spot.
It would’ve been fine if he hadn’t been exposed, but once revealed, the lustful flush of Fu Jia’s body was laid bare to see.
He had an erection.
Lu Qi'an took a deep breath. The root of his tongue was numb, yet there was a sweet taste. It seemed to taste the same as Fu Jia’s tongue that he had licked earlier.
"You..."
He only said one word, and Fu Jia pleaded: “Don’t look…it’ll go down soon.”
Lu Qi'an pressed his lips into a tight line, feeling a mild headache. Lust was an unreasonable thing, he didn't deliberately tease Fu Jia, yet Fu Jia still reacted.
The reason was very simple.
Lu Qi'an closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, relaxed his hold on Fu Jia's hands and knees, and then sat back on the chair beside the bed.
He clenched both his hands and didn’t speak.
Fu Jia raised his head and glanced at him, then quickly knelt down on the bed to curl up into a ball, pulled the blanket over himself, and remained motionless. "I’ll be okay soon,” Fu Jia buried his face in his arms and spoke sullenly.
He never dreamed that such a day would come for him and Lu Qi’an. When he hugged and kissed Lu Qi'an before, Lu Qi'an turned blue with anger and even called him a lunatic, yet today he took the initiative to hug him, kiss him, and even used a towel to wipe his body.
His movements were so attentive and gentle that even a stone would soften, never mind Fu Jia who longed for Lu Qi’an so much every day that his intestines were about to break apart at the thought of him.
He said that he’ll be okay after waiting a moment, but the reality was… Fu Jia was completely disheartened: how could he soften it down?
Lust came very naturally. His focus had been following along Lu Qi'an's hand, and he didn't notice his lower body’s abnormality. By the time he found out, it had already been hard down there for who knows how long.
He put a hand in his mouth and bit down, holding back the intensely uncomfortable urge to touch down there and ejaculate hard and fast. He tried his best to endure it, but he still couldn't help twisting his waist around to let his hard cock rub against the bed sheets.
He buried his head, but he knew that Lu Qi'an hadn't left. Sitting right next to him, maybe he could clearly see his acts of secretively grinding the sheets. To his despair, he realized that if Lu Qi’an doesn’t leave, it’s likely that he will cum on the bed sheets.
Just as his head was spinning, the blanket covering his body was lifted off. Fu Jia looked over with moist eyes to find Lu Qi’an gazing at him with the gentleness of coaxing a child.
Fu Jia’s nose was sour, and he couldn’t help saying: “I’m so uncomfortable…”
“I know,” Lu Qi’an said as he picked him up along with the blanket, half taking him into his arms.
Fu Jia reached out and circled his arms around his neck, and in this moment, the entire day’s worth of grievances erupted. He arched his neck without direction and said: “It was them who tricked me first, what happened today wasn’t my fault, they’re the ones who deceived me and told me to buy coffee for you. It was raining so hard outside, and I was scared to get the scarf wet so I left it in the classroom, but when I came back, they took apart the scarf and even stomped it to the ground…”
He was babbling, but Lu Qi’an thought about the scene back then, and could almost piece together what had happened. Fu Jia was not only twisting his neck back and forth, but also kept rubbing his lower body against him. Although thin, Fu Jia was still a boy, and Lu Qi’an could hardly keep him contained in his embrace.
He reached into the blanket wrapped around Fu Jia and caressed the fabric over Fu Jia’s erect penis. That thing was hot to touch, raising high to form a large, protruding bulge against his pants. Clearly, it had been in a restrained state for a long time.
He had only touched it lightly, and Fu Jia emitted a delicate and sharp sound from his throat, arching his back and kicking his feet. Afraid that he would fall off the bed, Lu Qi'an lightly reprimanded him: "Don't move!"
Fu Jia couldn't hear anything as he gasped out puffs of air against his neck. Lu Qi’an felt somewhat helpless, released his hand, and began to distract him by talking to him: “What’s the story with the scarf?”
Fu Jia shook his head, still unable to comprehend. He felt Lu Qi'an take his hand away and anxiously straightened his waist, wanting to rub his crotch against this hand. Lu Qi'an's breathing accelerated, feeling a rush of hot air release through his body, leaving his mouth dry and burnt. He sighed and put his hand back, stroking Fu Jia’s cock from over his pants.
His hand technique was clumsy and rough, but Fu Jia hummed in pleasure. Lu Qi’an endured his fervor as he listened to him hum, and asked again: “What’s with the scarf?”
Fu Jia's eyes were out of focus, and he stammered out: "I knitted it for you..."
After saying the last word, his body spasmed. He came.
Lu Qi'an felt the penis quiver in his hand, as well as the accompanying wetness. His body tensed up.
It was the first time Fu Jia came at the touch of someone he liked, and the pleasure was so intense that he couldn’t return to his senses for a long time.
His out-of-focus expression radiated satisfaction from sexual pleasure, Lu Qi’an stared at it for two seconds before moving his eyes away. With a hoarse voice, he said: “In any case, the next time you encounter this kind of thing, don't rush to fight.”
Fu Jia was now happy to hear anything that Lu Qi’an had to say, finding everything he said satisfactory. He wanted to directly agree with a “Okay, okay, okay.” But after he thought about how much grievance he had suffered, he thought he should continue acting wronged to ask Lu Qi’an for compensation. So he forced on a dissatisfied expression and said: “Then what should I do? Let myself get bullied for nothing?”
Although his words came out like this, his voice was very soft, and his eyes were gentle.
Lu Qi'an looked at him, contemplating on what to say to calm him down. “I know the other party was at fault in this situation, but if you can’t restrain your temper and raise your fist first, then you’ll be viewed as a perpetrator instead of the victim.”
Fu Jia pretended to be solemn and asked: “Then what do I do?”
Lu Qi'an saw the smile in his eyes and knew that he wasn’t listening at all. Feeling helpless and resigned, he continued to reason with him.
Maybe, Fu Jia staying by his side in the future will mean that he no longer has to worry so much about rationality.
He couldn’t help thinking that it would’ve been better for him to give up on those unnecessary worries earlier on.
It would’ve been great if he had stayed by Fu Jia’s side earlier.
If he had been able to foresee today’s determination on the day he first met Fu Jia, he never would’ve left after only giving him a band-aid. He wouldn’t have left him alone in that corner of the courtyard and wouldn’t have let him sit on the ground alone to blow on his hurt hand.
Lu Qi'an held Fu Jia's hand and used his thumb to carefully search Fu Jia’s palm in an attempt to find those cigarette burns of the past. He said: “If something like this happens in the future, report to me directly.”
