Feng Yi’s face was ashen with pain, unable to speak.

Qiao Li saw where he was clutching himself and panicked. “Oh my god! I…I’ll call 911!”

Feng Yi, with a monumental effort, grabbed her hand. “Don’t…” He was pretty sure his testicles hadn't been crushed.

After nearly a minute paralyzed on the floor, Feng Yi finally felt some relief, his head drenched in sweat. Seeing his color return, Qiao Li timidly asked, “Are you okay? Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”

Feng Yi shakily got to his feet, and Qiao Li quickly helped him up.

“I don’t think so. What if we go to the hospital and I take my pants off and there's nothing wrong?”

“Then check yourself first, see if anything feels off, and then we’ll go.”

Feng Yi, unusually subdued, was helped to the sofa where he collapsed, the perfect picture of testicular distress.

Feng Yi considered this. “I’ll Google it.”

Qiao Li stopped him. Googling medical symptoms might lead to a diagnosis requiring a s3x change. She called a friend in urology.

After hearing her question, her friend gasped. “Seriously, Qiao Li? This early in the morning? That intense?”

Qiao Li’s eye twitched. “It’s not like that! Can you just answer my question?”

“Right, right. You and Zhou Zhe broke up… Wait, it’s not Zhou Zhe, is it?”

“No! Can you please stop?!”

“Okay, okay. Have him take his pants off and check for any abnormalities in the scrotum, like swelling or discoloration.”

Qiao Li promptly yanked Feng Yi’s pants down.

Before Feng Yi could even register embarrassment, he was exposed.

He started to sit up, but Qiao Li suddenly reached out, moved his p3nis aside, and cupped his testicles in her hand.

Ow! Feng Yi screamed internally, utterly mortified.

“Visually, there’s nothing unusual.” Qiao Li leaned in close to examine them. The two orbs were warm and heavy in her hands, covered with a light dusting of hair. Both sides looked the same color, with no apparent swelling.

“Ask him if the pain is still intense.” her friend instructed.

Qiao Li relayed the question. Feng Yi shook his head. “…It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Then he should be fine. If anything changes, get him to a doctor immediately.”

After hanging up, Qiao Li looked at him apologetically. “I’m so sorry.”

One in her underwear, the other with his lower half bare, the scene was incredibly awkward.

“It’s okay…” Feng Yi averted his eyes, a mischievous glint in them. “Looks like I’ll be staying at your place today. Walking would… chafe.”

“Okay.” Unaware of his ploy, Qiao Li leaned in again for another look, making sure there was no bruising or swelling.

Feng Yi looked down to see her beautiful face inches from his groin, her gaze intense, making him feel a strange tingling. On a whim, he blurted, “Maybe you should… blow on it?”

Qiao Li glanced up, and he quickly backtracked. “You know, when something hurts, you blow on it.”

Hmph, the little pup was playing games with her.

Qiao Li exhaled gently on his pink tip, and Feng Yi jolted, nearly leaping off the sofa before Qiao Li pushed him back down.

She smirked and wrapped her fingers around his soft penis, lightly tracing the coronal ridge. Feng Yi’s thighs tensed.

In the bright daylight, Feng Yi could clearly see her pale hand stroking him. She was only in her underwear, her figure stunning. It was like a dream come true.

Feng Yi felt his head swimming. Thankfully, all the blood was rushing elsewhere, preventing another nosebleed.

His p3nis hardened rapidly under her light touch.

His imagination ran wild. Just the feel of her hand brought back the memory of that night, the warm, slick tightness of her body, the exhilarating rush of each thrust.