Third Comb

Three Combs: Chapter 13.2

In Room 2016, Fu Ting Chuan sent Xu Che away and sat on the sofa.

Little Riceball sat next to him like a small white cloud.

Fu Ting Chuan stroked its head. He narrowed his eyes comfortably and let out a pleasant purr.

After completing the daily “master and servant” bonding time, Fu Ting Chuan took out his phone to contact a person.

His finger froze as he hesitates to press the dial button.

He has not contacted this woman in a long time.

Calling her again means that he is in a “hopeless situation,”....but there is no other way, it must be done.

“Xiao Chuan’er, are you sick again?” Sure enough, the other person on the phone rudely and directly said this when the call connected.

He wasn’t even able to say hello and greet “Professor Lu.”

Fu Ting Chuan sat in front of the desk and held his forehead with his hand. He was both mentally and physically exhausted, “Yes.”

“Tell me everything.” The woman on the other end sighed. She is Fu Ting Chuan’s doctor, a professor in psychology who is in her fifties. But because she well maintained her appearance, she looks to be in her thirties.

“En,” A doctor is the last person he could hide his condition from. Fu Ting Chuan sorted out his thoughts and narrated in detail, “It’s like this….”

After he entered the crew, met Jiang Tiao, saw her hands and all those…...sudden reactions, he told all of it to Lu Shui Xian.

Lu Shui Xian calm down and asked, “How long has it been since your sexual urge for a woman’s hand?”

Fu Ting Chuan recalled and replied, “About half a year or so.”

“It’s been a long time. I thought you are better.” Professor Lu sighed on the other end, “Actually, fixation on a body part is a very common sexual reaction in psychology. Under normal circumstances, there is no need for treatment. After all, human sexual satisfaction comes from all aspects. Many men would be turned on by a woman’s butt, breasts, small waist, or long legs. But because you stubbornly believe that this situation affects your daily work and life, I am particularly eager to cure it.”

“Yes.” Fu Ting Chuan played with the metal pen on the desk, “It has also affected my judgment in feelings.”

As Lu Shui Xian said, Fu Ting Chuan had taken a desensitizing therapy treatment for a year which was slightly effective. The best proof is that there was no recurrence in half a year.

The sound of paper rustling can be heard on the other side of the phone. Lu Shui Xian seems to be looking over his file, “Have you seen a hand that you think looks good in the past six months?”

Fu Ting Chuan recalled for a moment, “Probably.”

“No stimulation?”

“No, to be more precise, there is no big stimulation.”

“That’s to say,” Lu Shui Xian closed the book, “the cause for your sudden relapse is the hand of the makeup artist you mentioned?”

“Should be.”

“Her hand is pretty? Better than all the other women you’ve seen before?” Professor Lu began to inquire.

“Yes.” Fu Ting Chuan didn’t think about it. He has lived in this world for more than thirty years. Because of this quirk of his, his attention to a woman’s hand will be extremely high and he will make comparisons in his heart. Jiang Tiao’s hands are indeed as he says, the most eye-catching.

Lu Shui Xian asked in confusion, “I doubt after the previous treatment, your eyes got better and are not as hungry as before. Of course, the word, hunger, is a bit of an exaggeration. You reaction this time is probably because you have never seen such beautiful hands before. I need to determine this one thing. Will it bring you more intense excitement if you saw an even more beautiful pair of hands?”

“How can you confirm?” Fu Ting Chuan asked.

“Wait, let me think. I need a hand that can be compared.” The female professor fell into contemplation. Suddenly, a thought flash in her head, “I got it! I remember that there is such a hand. As a woman, I was a little bit stunned and envious. I think it should be comparable to that makeup artist of yours. Go look at those pair of hands I mentioned and then answer some of my questions.”

“Okay, how?”

“If I remember correctly, you go on Weibo right?”

“Once in a while.”

“Okay. Go on it and search for the blogger called Bing, B-I-N-G.”

“En.”

Lu Shui Xian carefully spelled it out for him in case he makes a mistake.

Fu Ting Chuan followed her instructions and typed in the letters before hitting enter.

Related users popped up on his screen.

Lu Shui Xian commanded from the other side, “The first one is the right one. Click on it.”

Fu Ting Chuan complied and the page of the blogger “Bing” appeared before him.

White background, very clean. The avatar is a watercolor comb.

He scrolled through the page and found that the content is of cosmetics and other miscellaneous items he does not understand.

He simply clicked on one of the photos to expand it and froze. He didn’t move for a long time.

“What? Have you seen it? Is there a makeup artist’s hand that looks this good? Speaking of it, this person is also a makeup artist. Is it true that all makeup artist has a pair of gorgeous hands, I enjoy looking at it…..” Lu Shui Xian continues to chatter away and doesn’t seem to be stopping. But very quickly, she found that the person on the other side of the phone hasn’t been moving in a long time.

“Xiao Chuan’er, are you still there? Did you get a reaction?”

“.....I’m here.” He dully replied.

“So, is there any reaction?”

“....” Fu Ting Chuan was a bit troubled. How should he answer? They are clearly the same person.

Small theater

Author: Boss Fu, you can now secretly lick the screen. Are you happy with my arrangement?

Fu Ting Chuan: Scram