Chapter 79 I Like You Very Much

Her delicate appearance melted Fu Qinghuai's heart, and he immediately picked her up in his arms.

Xie Xun naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her burning face in his shoulder, and mumbled softly, "Walk slowly... I'm dizzy..."

Jiang Le followed behind, recording the video while marveling, "This is incredible, I could laugh at this for a year."

At the corner, Shen Zhaoyao pulled Jiang Le back from following.

"elder sister?"

"You have to disturb a young couple's sweet moments? Don't go."

"Okay! I'll listen to my sister!"

...

Upon entering the room, Xie Xun took the initiative, pushing Fu Qinghuai onto the bed and straddling his waist.

His eyes were still flushed with drunkenness, and he lightly lifted Fu Qinghuai's chin with his fingers.

"You're so handsome..." Xie Xun said drunkenly, then suddenly leaned down and kissed him.

The kiss was completely haphazard, yet incredibly passionate.

Xie Xun awkwardly nibbled at Fu Qinghuai's lips until the other gently took his lips into his mouth and pried open his teeth.

Fu Qinghuai's hand supported the back of his neck, guiding the kiss that was gradually deepening.

Xie Xun learned quickly, and soon began to respond clumsily, making sounds that made people blush as their tongues intertwined.

After the long, passionate French kiss ended, Xie Xun lay limply on Fu Qinghuai's chest, breathing softly.

"How strange..."

Xie Xun buried her burning face in Fu Qinghuai's neck, "My heart starts beating so fast... so fast..."

He took Fu Qinghuai's hand and placed it on his heart.

Fu Qinghuai felt the rapid heartbeat beneath his palm and asked with a light laugh, "Is Xunxun being affectionate with me?"

"yes."

Xie Xun looked up, her wet, fox-like eyes staring straight at him. "Do you like me?"

Fu Qinghuai was startled by this direct approach. Before he could reply, Xie Xun moved even closer, his nose almost touching Fu Qinghuai's.

I like you very much.

He said earnestly, each word carrying the candor of someone drunk, "Although you always make me angry, always say those cheesy sweet nothings to provoke and provoke me... but seeing you here makes me happy."

He pointed to his heart.

After saying that, Xie Xun, like a kitten seeking comfort, gently rubbed her burning cheek against Fu Qinghuai's chest, her hair tickling as it brushed against his neck.

This unconscious act of intimacy made Fu Qinghuai's breath catch in his throat.

“Every time you get close,”

Xie Xun's voice trailed off, tinged with sleepiness, "It's beating so fast here... Am I sick...?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Qinghuai finally couldn't help but chuckle, his chest trembling with the sound.

He reached out and gently stroked Xie Xun's flushed face, his voice unusually gentle, "You're not sick, this is just your heart fluttering."

"Feeling attracted?"

Xie Xun blinked in confusion, then snuggled closer to him, "I don't understand... I want a kiss..."

He tilted his head back, his eyes, hazy with drunkenness, filled with pure love, his lips slightly pursed, like a child begging for candy.

Fu Qinghuai's heart softened, and she lowered her head to gently kiss him.

This kiss was much gentler than before, tinged with tenderness. Xie Xun obediently tilted her head back, her fingers unconsciously tightening around his shirt.

When the kiss ended, Xie Xun sighed contentedly, buried her face in his chest, and murmured, "I love it when you kiss me..."

"Want more?" Fu Qinghuai asked in a low voice.

"Um……"

Xie Xun nodded gently in his arms, nuzzling against him and making his heart itch, "Keep kissing me..."

Looking at the beautiful woman on his body, who was drunk and confused but exceptionally honest, Fu Qinghuai felt both adorable and heartbroken.

It turns out that Xunxun can be so honest when she's drunk.

"good,"

He gently stroked his back, then couldn't resist turning over and pinning him down. "You said it yourself, don't go back on your word tomorrow."

Xie Xun nodded dazedly, her mind filled with nothing but pleasure, and took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck.

...

The next morning.

Xie Xun woke up with aches and pains all over his body, and the first thing he felt was the heavy arm around his waist.

Fu Qinghuai hugged him tightly from behind, his warm breath brushing against the back of his neck, his lips lightly brushing against him.

He sat up abruptly, the blanket slipping down to reveal red marks on his collarbone.

Last night's memories flooded back like fragments: dancing, fruit wine, his initiative in kissing Fu Qinghuai, and those shameful confessions...

Aa ...

"woke up?"

Fu Qinghuai lay on his side, propping his head up with his hand, and smiled meaningfully, "Last night someone said he really liked me, and wanted to keep kissing me, and even called me husband."

Xie Xun's ears turned bright red. He got out of bed with a strong and calm demeanor, but his legs were so weak that he almost fell over.

"Be careful." Fu Qinghuai caught him in time.

"……Thanks."

Xie Xun turned his face away, his face burning red. "I was drunk last night."

So you're going to renege on your debt?

Fu Qinghuai raised an eyebrow, looking at Xie Xun's gradually reddening ear tips, and deliberately lowered his voice, "Xunxun, do you think you can just brush off what you said last night with a simple 'I was drunk'?"

Xie Xun remained silent for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously gripping the bed sheet, and his previously embarrassed expression subsided.

Just when Fu Qinghuai thought he was going to continue to run away, he saw Xie Xun suddenly raise his eyes and a faint smile appear on his lips.

What did I say last night?

He turned his head away, feigning confusion. "Does it mean I really like you... or that my heart races uncontrollably when I see you?"

Fu Qinghuai's eyes darkened slightly, and his smile deepened. "I remember everything now."

"Maybe."

Xie Xun slowly got up and picked up the shirt scattered on the ground. "But can you really take what someone said while drunk seriously?"

At this point, he suddenly paused in buttoning his shirt, turned to look at Fu Qinghuai, and said, "Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you can make my heart race right now."

As Xie Xun spoke, he suddenly reached out and pulled Fu Qinghuai closer, guiding his hand to his own chest. "Can you feel it?"

The heartbeat beneath my palm was steady and strong, completely unlike the panic I felt last night.

For some reason, Fu Qinghuai felt as if he were being manipulated by the other party, who would squeeze him when they were happy and then discard him when they were no longer interested.

Fu Qinghuai's eyes darkened, and he was about to speak when Xie Xun grabbed the back of his head and kissed him.

"What a pity, it seems you don't have that ability."

After saying that, he gently pushed the person away and calmly walked towards the bathroom. "So just treat last night's events as a dream, as if I were talking nonsense."

The bathroom door closed gently.

Xie Xun leaned against the door to steady himself, then dejectedly placed his hands on the edge of the sink. He looked up at the mirror, where his flushed cheeks and slightly trembling fingertips were reflected.

That's completely backwards.

He closed his eyes in frustration.

Even though my heart was pounding like crazy, I still had to say such hurtful things.

Suddenly, a pair of cold arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

Fu Qinghuai's illusory figure approached through the door panel, his chin resting lightly on his shoulder, and the mirror reflected their overlapping figures.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that what Xunxun said is completely different from what she thought..."