Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 220 I Feel You’re Cold

After setting up Zhang Yan's phone, Lin Feng helped Zhang Yan tidy up the pile of odds and ends on his desk. There were too many things, and Lin Feng thought that the bag could hold so much, luckily it was of good quality.

Even though Zhang Yan looks neat and tidy when he goes out, he is actually a young master who cannot take care of himself.

"Wait for me for a moment. I'll get you something."

If I stuff all these bits and pieces back into my bag like this, I still won't be able to find what I want.

Lin Feng went back to his home wearing Zhang Yan's slippers. When he reached the door, he remembered that he didn't bring his key, so he turned around and went back to Zhang Yan's home.

"So fast?"

Zhang Yan came back just five seconds after going out. He turned his head to look at what was happening over there over at Lin Feng's end.

Lin Feng did not take the key from his coat, but directly opened the drawer in the entrance of Zhang Yan's house and saw the key chain of the cartoon doctor at a glance.

Lin Feng hooked the key ring with his index finger and opened the door, but he turned around and threw the key at Zhang Yan.

When Zhang Yan saw the key chain, he realized that Lin Feng had forgotten to bring his keys when he went out.

Zhang Yan covered his face with his hands. Lin Feng did this on purpose. Zhang Yan didn't believe that Lin Feng had forgotten to bring his keys again.

Of course Lin Feng did not forget to bring the key, he was just too lazy to take it out of his pocket. It was not as convenient as taking it directly from the drawer in the entrance hall.

Lin Feng went home and took out a few small transparent storage bags from the locker. He also found a keychain, which was a cute furry puppy. It didn't feel as good as Zhang Yan's kiwi fruit.

When Lin Feng brought the things over, Zhang Yan still maintained his previous posture, sitting on the chair, with his head slightly tilted back, as if this could relieve the discomfort brought about by a day's work.

Even with his eyes closed, Zhang Yan knew that it was Lin Feng who came back when he heard the sound of entering the password at the door.

He was still in the same position, with his eyes closed.

There was a rustling sound at the door, the door was closed, the drawer was opened, and the key was put in. The drawer was closed, and the footsteps were getting closer...

When the chair was hit, Zhang Yan opened his eyes.

"What did you take?" The words came out before his eyes focused.

"Things for you." Lin Feng wanted to introduce the uses of these things, but after thinking about it, he gave up. Zhang Yan didn't need to know how to use these things. He just needed to help Zhang Yan get them done.

Lin Feng picked out a black cat sheriff card from Zhang Yan’s pile of colorful access cards. It was the same color as the black plush puppy, so it didn’t look too out of place and was more suitable for Zhang Yan’s image as a domineering president.

Zhang Yan propped up his chin and looked at the access card Lin Feng gave him. There was a furry thing on it, a small black ball, and he had no idea what it was.

The white and slender fingers shuttled between the black access card and the ball of hair. The hand was so beautiful.

Zhang Yan stretched out his hand. His palm was not wide enough, and his fingers were not long enough. Because he liked playing basketball during adolescence, Zhang Yan's knuckles were very big, which looked a bit out of place.

After looking at Lin Feng's hand, Zhang Yan looked at his own hand again.

Zhang Yan believes that he is also 181cm tall, so why are his hands so much smaller than Lin Feng's?

How tall is Raymond Lam? It seems that he is slightly taller than him, but is the difference really that big?

Zhang Yan pulled Lin Feng's hand and put their palms together.

Lin Feng's heartbeat immediately quickened, his body temperature rose, and his palms became hot, while Zhang Yan's palms were a little cool.

Zhang Yan put his palm against Lin Feng's and compared them repeatedly. There was really a big difference.

Feeling the coolness coming from Zhang Yan's palm, Lin Feng opened his palm, then tightened it, and instantly wrapped Zhang Yan's palm in it.

This hand is so small, just right.

"Do you feel cold?" Lin Feng pulled Zhang Yan's hand in front of him and blew air on his hand. The temperature slowly spread from Zhang Yan's fingertips.

"No, I just want to see whose hand is bigger between us." Zhang Yan wanted to pull his hand out of Lin Feng's hand.

"Oh, mine is bigger." Lin Feng refused to let go and held Zhang Yan's hand tightly.

Zhang Yan couldn't pull it off no matter what he did. He leaned forward slightly, ready to use both hands. "Let go!"

Lin Feng was afraid of hurting Zhang Yan, so he loosened his grip a little. Zhang Yan gritted his teeth and finally pulled his hand out.

"Don't hurt yourself." Lin Feng pinched Zhang Yan's wrist.

When Zhang Yan was about to hit Lin Feng, Lin Feng stood up and walked away.

When he came back, he was holding a thin blanket in his hand. He shook the blanket out, folded it into a suitable size, and carefully covered Zhang Yan's legs with it.

"Don't catch a cold." After covering himself with the blanket, Lin Feng sat back and helped Zhang Yan clean up his pile of odds and ends.

Zhang Yan looked at the blanket on his legs and nodded.

In fact, he was not cold, but after Lin Feng covered him with a blanket, he felt much more comfortable.

Seeing that he suddenly turned into a good little white rabbit, Lin Feng couldn't help but touch the kiwi again.

Zhang Yan grabbed Lin Feng's hand and said, "Don't touch me."

"What's wrong? You won't let me touch you? Your hair won't get messed up, it feels pretty good."

It was the first time that Zhang Yan heard someone say that touching hair felt good. People usually only said it felt good when they were doing some kind of inappropriate touching. Why did this sound so strange?

Zhang Yan even trimmed his hair a little, as if smoothing it out would change his hairstyle.

It's really childish.

This is what Lin Feng thought.

Why don't you let me touch it? Ever since Zhang Yan shaved his head, Lin Feng always touched his head secretly when Zhang Yan wasn't paying attention. Now it has finally turned from a boiled egg into a hairy kiwi fruit, and the touch is getting better day by day.

Besides, is there anything on Zhang Yan that Lin Feng hasn’t touched?

Before, it was Lin Feng who emptied the urinal for Zhang Yan, it was Lin Feng who gave Zhang Yan the laxative and enema, and even helped him take a bath. Now he was being petty and pretentious with him.

Could it be that Zhang Yan discovered it?

Lin Feng sorted out the odds and ends for Zhang Yan while he was daydreaming.

The access card is put on a key chain, so that you can see this relatively large thing in the bag at a glance.

Put the note paper and pen in a small transparent file bag. This way, when you need to write something down when you go out, you can just take out the file bag.

Business card boxes and tissues are placed in the interlayer of the bag, which is waterproof and easier to find.

Lip balm and ibuprofen are placed in a small storage bag, which are used when you occasionally feel unwell.

Lin Feng paused as he put the ibuprofen into the storage bag, then took it out again and asked Zhang Yan very seriously, "Why is there ibuprofen in your bag?"