Intern Incubus Chapter 27: Only You Can Touch the Little Shark

Chapter 27: Only You Can Touch the Little Shark

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Kiramekineko

 

Qiao Xi’s heart was instantly weak.

However, what could he say? I’m sorry, I’m actually lying to you too! From the very beginning, I had you as my prey and wanted to get you, no, I wanted to get your soul!

Qiao Xi grunted, hung his head and muttered, “Of course you’re wrong. I always thought that you were short of money, and I was trying to find a way to give you money…”

Only, the purpose of stuffing money was not pure.

Han Tian looked at the little guy who was talking about other things, and a trace of sadness and helplessness flashed across his eyes.

He sighed, “Yes, it’s my fault. So, how do you want me to make it up to you?”

Qiao Xi was startled and looked up. “Huh? I didn’t want you to make up for it either… I just want to complain…”

Han Tian looked into Qiao Xi’s eyes, and said, “What, you don’t want it?”

“Yes, I do!” Qiao Xi nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice. “I haven’t figured out how to make up for it! When I do, I’ll tell you!”

“Okay, take your time to think about it first.” Han Tian stood up. “Now, let’s go back to the house. The sun is going down, it’s going to get colder and colder.”

“Oh.” Qiao Xi just stepped on the ground to stand up, but suddenly cried out, “Ah—”

His whole body was picked up by Han Tian.

Han Tian’s right hand was holding his legs and his left hand was wrapped around his back, while he ordered, “Hold tight, don’t move.”

Qiao Xi subconsciously tightened his arms around Han Tian’s neck, his whole body was pressed against Han Tian’s body, his head was buried in his neck, the smell of Han Tian was all over his nose, and his mind was blank.

He mumbled, “Why are you… Why are you suddenly picking me up…” 

“You’re not wearing shoes, and you’re running around, what if you catch a cold?” Han Tian said.

The sweet scent, the heat from Han Tian’s chest, and the long-lost gentle tone made Qiao Xi unable to hold on any longer.

His eyes, no longer able to lock those strange liquids, clattered down with tears.

“Okay, okay,” Han Tian smoothed his back one by one, “why are you crying again…”

“I’m not crying!” Qiao Xi sobbed back, “I… I… I…”

Han Tian did not say anything, nor did he walk towards Qiao Xi’s balcony, he just hugged this person and stood quietly in the twilight.

“I thought… I thought you were ignoring me…” Qiao Xi cried so hard that he couldn’t make sense of the words. “You’ve never been so mean to me… Oh… I don’t even know what’s wrong…”

“Mn, hmm.” Han Tian stroked Qiao Xi’s soft hair. “I’m the one who’s wrong.”

“And, also, it really hurt when I got scratched by that cat!” Qiao Xi sniffled emphatically. “I was so scared that I would never see you again…!”

“Mn, hmm.” Han Tian gently touched Qiao Xi’s forehead with the tip of his nose. “I know.”

The small garden was only a dozen steps away from Qiao Xi’s balcony, but the two of them dawdled for almost half an hour.

When Han Tian finally put Qiao Xi firmly on the hospital bed, he was already tired from crying and started yawning uncontrollably.

Seeing Han Tian about to stand up again, Qiao Xi grabbed his arm with a swish and asked in a slurred voice, “You still haven’t told me, what’s wrong with you?”

Han Tian gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingertips and said softly, “I’m fine, I’m just a little tired.”

Qiao Xi, who was already too sleepy to open his eyes, muttered, “Well, then go back to sleep… By the way, I forgot to say… Thank you for taking care of me…”

He said that Han Tian should go back to rest, but his hand kept tugging on the other party’s arm, without any intention to let go.

Han Tian was not in a hurry to pull back his arm, but used his other hand, which was empty, to gently stroke the back of Qiao Xi’s hand.

“Go to sleep…” Han Tian gently guided.

Half a minute later, Qiao Xi’s whole body went soft and he let out a gusty snore.

Five minutes later, Han Tian withdrew his hand, covered Qiao Xi with the quilt, and then slowly stood up.

He took one last look at Qiao Xi’s sleeping face and twisted open the door handle.

He neither went back to the villa nor the apartment, but went to the office on the third floor.

The moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window was beautiful, and the silvery white moonlight spilled onto the small garden downstairs, clearly illuminating the outline of the swing.

Looking at the swing, Han Tian shook his cigarette case, then shook out a cigarette and let the smoke gradually blur his vision.

Qiao Xi wandered around the private hospital for a few more days.

During the daytime, Han Tian would come and stay with him if there were no surgeries or outpatient clinics. In the evening, Han Tian would either read fairy tales with him or walk around the small garden with him.

Qiao Xi always felt that he was too comfortable to spend his days “recuperating” in this hospital.

And, more importantly, it seems that as long as he stays here, he doesn’t have to think about his graduation project, or about Capture Value, or about whether to let Han Tian give his soul or not.

He was even vaguely hoping that if his allergies got worse, he would be able to stay in the hospital longer.

However, on Friday, Han Tian told him that he could be discharged from the hospital after reading the medical report carefully for a long time.

Qiao Xi dawdled for another night, but finally had to leave.

When he changed out of his hospital gown on the day he was discharged, he realized that although the casual clothes Han Tian handed him fit him well and were soft and comfortable, they were not his own.

“Where did these clothes come from?” Qiao Xi, who came out of the bathroom after changing, asked curiously.

“When I saw you that day, I don’t know why, but your pajamas had a big tear in them—I bought another one according to your size.” Han Tian explained.

A big tear…?

Qiao Xi’s heart was astonished.

Could it be that, by accident, he had even released his wings?

He was so nervous that he clenched his hand into a fist and tucked it behind his back, while stealing a glance at Han Tian’s expression—well, it was calm, nothing unusual.

It seems that even if he had released his wings, he had put them back later, right? Otherwise, how could Han Tian not react?

However, he still trod carefully. “So, this, the hospital gown, did you change it for me?”

Han Tian nodded. “Mn.”

“When changing, uh, is there, uh, anything else, strange about my body?” Qiao Xi finished, feeling embarrassed.

“Strange?” Han Tian looked up and down and said calmly, “No, it’s all normal, the skin is smooth, there are no wounds on the body surface, and the size is fine.”

After saying that, Han Tian sidled up to the door and said, “Let’s go, I’ll take you home.”

Qiao Xi stood frozen in place, wondering if his ears were bad, or if his brain circuitry was broken.

Size… is fine? So what exactly is the size of what?

“Hmm?” Seeing that Qiao Xi didn’t move, Han Tian turned back and urged.

“Oh, oh, coming.” Qiao Xi hurriedly picked up the book of fairy tales and followed Han Tian.

He just said that there are no wounds, the right size and so on, probably the same as the doctor’s evaluation of the patient, right? For example, the height and weight are fine or something like that? There is no other meaning at all, right?

Well, I must have overthought it.

Qiao Xi made up his mind.

When they arrived at the parking lot, Han Tian walked straight to a pure electric Porsche.

Qiao Xi, who already knew Han Tian’s identity, naturally did not bother to ask whose car it was.

The car must be “Dr. Han’s”.

He put the fairy tale book carefully in the back seat and sat himself in the passenger seat.

On the way back, he glanced at Han Tian who was driving and whispered, “Dr. Han…?”

Han Tian laughed. “You’ve been discharged from the hospital, and now you’re calling me doctor? You should call me Han Tian.”

Qiao Xi said, “Oh.” He rubbed his chin and asked, pretending not to think about it, “Han Tian, do you still go to the cafe?”

Han Tian said calmly, “Of course. I like the coffee there.”

Qiao Xi was relieved and vaguely disappointed.

So Han Tian was there at the cafe only because he liked the coffee?

Then why did he put on an apron and pretend to be a part-time worker?

Qiao Xi wanted to ask, but didn’t dare to do so.

He was afraid that if he did ask, Han Tian would tell him frankly: Oh, because I like to wear an apron.

Qiao Xi, who was a bit restless, squirmed around in his seat, peeking at Han Tian for a moment and pretending to look outside for a while.

His hands had nowhere to rest, knocking on the east and touching the west, and finally he simply pulled open the grocery box in front of him.

“Huh?”

In the glove box, there were two boxes of cigarettes scattered.

“Cigarettes?” Qiao Xi asked in surprise, “Han Tian, you smoke?”

“Ah, I smoke occasionally.” Han Tian did not look at him.

Qiao Xi blinked, unable to think what image the meek and lovely Dr. Han, Professor Han, would have with a cigarette in his mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Han Tian swept him a glance.

“… Nothing.” Qiao Xi scowled and muttered, “I just thought that smoking might be bad for your health, right? I read on the Internet that addiction is very harmful.”

“Oh.” Han Tian laughed. “It’s okay, I’m not addicted to anything.”

Qiao Xi glanced at the side of Han Tian’s face and didn’t say anything more.

Qiao Xi, who really had nothing else to do, could only take out his phone and pretend to look.

As he looked, he sat up straight and “eh” came out.

“Huh?” Han Tian asked.

“That…” Qiao Xi looked disgusted. “That, do you remember, I told you about Gu Yuanxin before? The one who sings?”

“Mn.”

“I just saw the news, he was arrested and put into the guardhouse because of drug use.” Qiao Xi licked his lips. “No wonder, last time this guy came to me, he looked so strange.”

“He came to see you? When?” Han Tian frowned.

“Just, the day before I passed out. He came to me, and I was so angry that I pushed him down the steps—” Here, Qiao Xi suddenly shut up.

Uh, Han Tian heard that I pushed someone down the steps, would he think I was too violent?

Qiao Xi, who realized this, was a bit flustered and dropped his eyes and did not speak again.

At this time, the car had already entered the community.

Han Tian stopped the car and tapped his finger on the steering wheel. “Why was he looking for you?”

Qiao Xi froze and stammered, “He wanted money… He also wanted to trade his wife’s privacy for money…”

Han Tian pondered, took the phone from Qiao Xi’s hand and read the report carefully. “Since it has come to the point that he wants to cheat you for money, who gave him such a large sum of drug money?”

Qiao Xi, who hadn’t thought of this layer at all, frowned in confusion.

Han Tian looked at the puzzled Qiao Xi and changed the subject, “When he came to you for money, you got angry and pushed him down?”

“No! No! I didn’t push him at first!” Qiao Xi explained anxiously, “He tried to grab my hand and ended up touching the little shark—I got angry and pushed him down the steps.”

Han Tian hesitated and asked hesitantly, “Little shark?”

“Yes, yes.” Qiao Xi used his hand to make a fish shape. “The one we bought from the oceanarium, the one you said was cute, the little shark that eats cake!”

“That guy asked you for money and you weren’t mad, but he touched the shark and you got mad?” Han Tian asked.

“Of course! I wanted to sleep with that little shark at night! I washed it for ages afterwards! I didn’t even want anyone else to touch except you!” Qiao Xi said sharply.

“… Don’t want anyone else to touch?” Han Tian repeated Qiao Xi’s words.

“Ahhh, I mean shark!” Qiao Xi’s face turned red again.

Han Tian’s mouth hung up in a smile. “I know it’s a shark—well, I’ll send you in.”

When Qiao Xi got up the steps, Han Tian stood by the car door and carefully admonished, “Lock the balcony door. Don’t put any more critters in there.”

Qiao Xi nodded and went inside, holding his children’s book.

He vaguely remembered that before he passed out, he seemed to have knocked over the decorative painting in the entrance hall and knocked over the vase on the floor, leaving a mess.

But now, the whole house was clean, with large bunches of eucalyptus leaves in white vases, quietly waiting for his return.

Qiao Xi touched the tender green leaves with his hand and ran to the study on the second floor, carrying Hans Christian Andersen’s Fairy Tales in his arms.

He had to see what happened to Capture Value right away.

However, the [Guidebook] showed:

[Soul Capture Value: Data error, cannot be displayed]

Can’t display?

What does that mean?