Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The professor had no idea that the other two people in the room had known each other for years.
After his “mistake,” He Shiyu was forbidden to speak, so she conducted the consultation herself.
“When was the last time you had intercourse?”
My heart clenched.
There had been no intercourse. I had only been too embarrassed to admit a toy was responsible.
One lie always needed more lies to support it.
I had no choice but to give her a half-true, half-invented answer.
“This… this morning.”
The moment the words left my mouth, the temperature seemed to plummet. I hunched my shoulders and glanced past the professor from the corner of my eye.
He Shiyu’s face was expressionless, yet terrifyingly cold. His fists were clenched at his sides as if he were fighting to control something.
The professor believed in precision.
“At what time, exactly?”
“Three or four hours ago.”
She nodded, her pen scratching swiftly across the page.
“What symptoms did you experience at the time?”
That icy gaze remained pinned to me. My voice grew quieter with every word.
“It started coming in waves after I reached the… the high point.”
“How long did the pain last? Was it intermittent or continuous?”
Why were all her questions designed to kill me?
“Intermittent, I think,” I answered at random.
I did not dare imagine He Shiyu’s expression.
A girl who constantly claimed she liked him had landed in his consultation room because sex with someone else had supposedly been too rough.
Oblivious to the storm raging around her, the professor continued.
“Did you use protection?”
My entire body froze.
“Protection?” I echoed without thinking.
My reaction gave her the answer. She stopped writing and looked at me with meaningful disapproval.
“Young lady, no matter how much you like a man, you must remember to protect yourself.”
Before she had finished, a sharp crack came from behind her.
The pen He Shiyu had been gripping finally snapped in two.
I kept my head down, thoughts in chaos. A chair scraped harshly over the floor. Then came footsteps-one, two-urgent and uneven as they rounded the desk toward me.
The hem of a white coat, carrying the clean, cool scent of soap, entered my lowered field of vision.
“Say that again.”
I looked up timidly.
He Shiyu’s eyes were bloodshot. The cold had burned away, leaving anger and panic he could no longer suppress.
He stared at me.
“Say it again. What time this morning? With whom? Where?”