NovelOnlineEvan felt quite troubled upon hearing that.
"Judas, among the wounds on your friend's body, two in particular are extremely deep. Describing them as skin-
deep wounds wouldn't be an exaggeration. I'll need to tend to them before | can know the specifics."
As Jonah stared at the bloody wounds on Julien's back, his heartache spread throughout his body.
"Sof the wounds may need stitches, and it's unlikely that there won't be any scarring."
When Evan noticed Jonah's increasingly gloomy expression, he smiled wryly and comforted, "It's no big deal for a
young man to have a few scars. It adds to his masculinity, doesn't it? Your friend shouldn't be too fussy about it,
right?"
Jonah's brows furrowed deeply.
Fussy?
Julien was a man who refused to do chores and who would want to change his entire outfit from head to toe if he
got a drop of grease on it.
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If he wasn't fussy, there couldn't be any fussy person in the world.
In his mind, Jonah could already see Julien's frantic reaction when he woke up and saw the scars covering his
back.
"Anyway, please do your best."
"He's your man. | wouldn't dare not do my best for him," Evan said.
The words "your man" made Jonah's cheeks flush slightly.
It took Evan more than two hours to treat all of Julien's wounds and administer the best medicine he had.
Seeing the man on the bed breathing peacefully in his sleep, Jonah felt a slight relief.
"Let's check his temperature again tomorrow morning. If his fever subsides, everything should be fine." Evan
wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Dr. Wooten, | really appreciate your help," Jonah said sincerely.
"Judas, please don't callDr. Wooten. It makesuncomfortable."
Evan looked deeply into Jonah's eyes. "CallEvan, just like before."
Jonah parted his pale lips, his throat choking up. "Evan."
"Yes," Evan replied crisply, his eyes brimming with tears.
For this one word, he would willingly go through hell and back ten thousand times for Jonah.
Jonah didn't dare to leave Julien's side, but he also didn't dare to sleep next to him for fear of accidentally
touching his wounds.
He could only lie down on the couch and make do for the night.
Originally, he didn't want to sleep at all. He wanted to stay by Julien's side until dawn.
But in the middle of the night, he bectoo exhausted and eventually closed his eyes, drifting off into sleep.
In a groggy state, Jonah smelled the cool scent of ointment and felt something heavy on his body.
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With a surge of willpower, he abruptly opened his eyes.
"Jonah..."
Under the moonlight, Jonah saw Julien sitting bare-chested on top of him. His fair skin, glistening with sweat, was
so beautiful under the soft moonlight.
His exquisite face was still flushed, obviously still feverish. His trembling legs were tightly wrapped around
Jonah's, as if he were afraid the man beneath him would escape.
Their eyes met, and the breathing of the two men gradually bechurried in the quiet room.
The air grew hotter and hotter.
"What are you doing?" Jonah's gaze was full of restraint, but the veins on the back of his hand were throbbing.
"| can't... think straight from the fever..."
Julien's gaze grew confused. His breath was ragged as he touched his burning forehead.
"I dreamed of you, and when | opened my eyes, | saw you. | can't believe you're really here with me... | just
wanted to make sure that all of this is real..."
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