Chapter 82 Can’t you see that he likes you?

When the nurse pushed open the door of the ward with the last remaining IV bottle, she saw such a funny scene.

Both of them were lying on the hospital bed, one of them was holding the top of his head and leaning to one side into the pillow, gasping for breath.

The other one huddled at the end of the bed, covering his chin with his hands, grinning, with red eyes and tears streaming down his face.

When two powerful forces collide, both suffer losses.

"Have you practiced Iron Head Kung Fu?"

Zhu Yanshi was in so much pain that he couldn't even straighten his back, and he still had to talk nonsense.

All the romantic thoughts in Fu Qi'an's mind were shattered by this knock. He caught a glimpse of the nurse standing at the door and spoke weakly.

"Nurse! I have a concussion!"

It was the first time the nurse saw two people causing such chaos in the entire ward. She walked into the ward somewhat awkwardly and changed the empty IV bottle.

Standing beside the bed, looking down, I didn't know where to start.

"Need to be checked?"

Fu Qi'an covered his head and glanced at Zhu Yanshi silently.

"Need not…"

The nurse turned around and quietly left, closing the ward door.

Hmm... I don't really understand the interests of gay men...

The two people finally recovered a little and returned to their respective seats in silence, as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Yanshi was now extremely lucid and could even do a few backflips while sitting on a chair.

Full of energy.

Fu Qi'an lowered his head and stared at the white bed sheet covering him with wide eyes in a daze. The sound of their two people's breathing intertwined became particularly clear in the quiet room.

I don't know why the series of funny scenes just now led to such an awkward situation now...

Maybe they are afraid to look each other in the eye.

I have to smile foolishly as soon as they look at each other.

The night passed very long, yet very quickly. The lengthiness lay in the sudden and brief awkward moment just now.

After the embarrassment passed quickly, the drip was finished, and the two of them closed their eyes, and it was already dawn.

There were birds hanging on the branches of the green trees outside the ward window, chirping and singing to each other.

Zhu Yanshi was near the window and was awakened by the sound of birds. When he opened his eyes, he saw the man who had dressed himself up, changed into a new set of clothes, and was sitting neatly at the table next to the ward eating breakfast.

The scene felt familiar, and it suddenly collided with the scene of their first meeting. Zhu Yanshi twisted his body to the side, causing the blanket covering him to roll to the ground.

My knees hit the ground and tears suddenly rolled out from the corners of my eyes.

Zhu Yanshi was still a little confused and didn't react, and remained in the position of falling to the ground.

Until suddenly someone picked her up from the ground, held her in his arms, with her feet dangling in the air, in a cute princess-like posture.

“…”

The boy turned his head and stared into Fu Qi'an's slightly nervous eyes.

"Are you hurt from the fall?"

Fu Qi'an pursed his lips, his eyes reddened as he stared at Zhu Yan, his heart contracting and aching uncontrollably.

This posture was very strange. Zhu Yanshi was very conflicted, but he still uttered that sentence.

"Do you have to hold me like this?"

“…”

The pink bubble that had just risen up ambiguously was ruthlessly punctured, and all that was left in the air were fragments.

After a night of settling down, I thought I could be serious, but as long as we looked into each other's eyes.

Silence, and then the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

We can no longer go back to the way we were before, nothing can be turned back!!

Fu Qi'an turned his head away and didn't look at Zhu Yanshi, but it was too late.

The person in my arms couldn't hold it in, his head tilted back, his face facing the sky, and he kept laughing.

The slight trembling of his body caused Fu Qi'an, who was holding him, to tremble as well. The two of them huddled together, like high-frequency vibrating machines.

This funny look is even funnier. You make me laugh and I make you laugh.

It turns out that when a person's emotions fluctuate greatly, he or she is most vulnerable and weak.

The arms that were hugging the person were powerless, and the two of them rolled into the sofa next to them. Fu Qian'an subconsciously placed his hand behind the boy's head to cushion the force of the sudden fall.

The birds outside the window are still singing one after another, each crisp sound piercing my ears, and making me feel excited and lifted up.

Zhu Yanshi opened his eyes slightly, with a smile on his face that had not yet faded, looking at the face of the man who was pressing on him and close to him.

The breathing was entangled, stirring the heart and making it accelerate.

Fu Qi'an supported himself on the edge of the sofa with both hands, and his Adam's apple, which was protruding in front of his nose, rolled several times as he leaned against Zhu Yan.

The air was quiet, the atmosphere took a sudden turn for the worse at this moment, eyelashes fluttered, casting a long silhouette.

The light and shadow fell between the boy's eyebrows.

Fu Qi'an lowered his head and moved closer to Zhu Yanshi's neck. He rubbed his nose against the other's neck skin and sniffed it carefully like a kitten.

Smells so good.

Like catnip.

It's addictive...

Perhaps it was the fragrance that hit me in the face that aroused the skin's hunger that had been hidden deep in my heart since yesterday.

Her fingers clung to the boy's fingertips, weaving through them, interlocking their fingers, and her voice was low and close to her ear.

"What perfume are you wearing?"

Flutter your eyelashes.

“So sweet.”

Zhu Yanshi was suppressed in all aspects by the opponent. What made him feel incredible was that under such oppression, he was unable to move.

Obviously, Fu Qi'an is extremely weak!

He focused on the contest of strength, trying his best to break free from the other person's hand that was intertwined with his.

"What perfume should I wear?"

“…Why are you so strong…”

From an angle that the other party couldn't see, the light in Fu Qian'an's eyes grew darker. He licked his lips and his voice trembled.

With a sense of loss of control that was not usual, she clung to Zhu Yanshi's shoulders in a damp and sticky manner.

"Can I bite you..."

Just as the voice fell, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, followed by the sound of footsteps gradually approaching.

Zhu Yanshi glanced to the side, but before he could see the person clearly, the weight on his body was instantly lifted away.

Then there was the sound of staggering footsteps.

"Bang..."

Zhu Yanshi saw clearly the chaotic scene that happened unexpectedly.

Fu Qi'an was pressed against the wall next to him. The man who was holding him down was wearing a neat black suit.

From the back, one could see the veins bulging on the back of the other person's clenched fist as he pressed it against Fu Qi'an's neck.

His healthy complexion contrasted sharply with the cold, pale skin of the man he was pinning down.

The situation was deadlocked for only a few seconds. Fu Qian narrowed his eyes, grabbed the other person's wrist and pulled it back. The two shadows mixed together and started to wrestle.

Zhu Yanshi stood up, not quite understanding why the two men suddenly started fighting. He rushed over and got in between them when both men raised their fists to hit each other in the face.

He slapped Fu Qi'an on the shoulder without hesitation, and then used his elbow to hit Song Zhiyu's wrist.

The distance between them widened, blocking the punches and kicks between them, and the boy frowned.

"What?"

The violent ups and downs of breathing became very clear in the quiet room. Zhu Yanshi's expression was rare and serious, and it passed across the faces of both of them.

All I see is a refusal to admit defeat, so childish.

"If you two have a personal grudge, stay away from me and don't get bloody."

"I spent all night looking for you, and this is all you show me?"

Song Zhiyu fixed his sinister gaze on Zhu Yanshi. His black hair hung down in front of his forehead due to the large movements just now. His lips were very red and his eyes seemed to be asking for an explanation.

He was also very angry and started to speak without thinking.

Zhu Yanshi felt that this man was a little strange. He crossed his arms and raised the corners of his eyes.

"I didn't ask you to come to me, and secondly, what did I show you?"

Song Zhiyu didn't say anything and remained silent for a long time, with his fingers hanging at his sides clenched into fists.

"He likes you, can't you see?"

This time it was Zhu Yan's turn and he was speechless. He blinked blankly, then turned his head to look at Fu Qian'an's face in disbelief.

Dig the hole!

Digging groove!!

It turns out that the series of actions just now were not just playful fighting, the other party was actually trying to take advantage of him! !

And yesterday...

Thinking back on it this way, when the other person pulled his wrist when he reached out to ring the bell yesterday, he was not joking at all.

Zhu Yanshi felt as if he was struck by lightning.

He found it strange and unbelievable!

Song Zhiyu is like this, Yuan Qing is like this, and Fu Qi'an is also like this...

When did he become such a heartthrob?

Do these rich second-generations like poor losers like him?

Fu Qi'an didn't say a word, nor did he refute. He just stared at Zhu Yanshi with his dark eyes.

Even the heavy and intertwined breathing sounds in the ward disappeared. Zhu Yanshi took a step back and frowned slightly.

Under the staring gazes of the two people next to him, he walked forward, not looking at them, not paying any attention to them, and only left a sentence.

"I don't have any thoughts on that right now... I'm leaving now."

The ward door closed, and the tension of the previous second and the ambiguity of the second before that disappeared, and silence spread.

Fu Qi'an suddenly snorted coldly.

"You can't stand seeing others succeed just because you can't get what you want? Your methods are still as disgusting as ever."

"He treated you as a brother, but you used the name of brotherhood to touch him. This is really shameless."

Song Zhiyu narrowed his eyes.

"It all depends on one's own ability. He's obviously avoiding relationships. If you tear everything apart and put it out in the open, he'll just run away further."

Fu Qi'an turned around and sat on the sofa not far away.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lowered his head, silently lit a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

The billowing smoke curled around the outline of his face.

Song Zhiyu put his hands in his trouser pockets, raised his foot, and gently kicked the leg of the low table in front of Fu Qi'an.

"At least I'm honest and open about my feelings. How can he accept you lying to him like this?"

Turning around, the leather shoes hit the ground with a loud noise.

"If you can't accept it, it means there's a barrier in your heart that's sad. If you really like him, you shouldn't choose to ignore it, but face your feelings directly..."

The door opened and was knocked again, and Song Zhiyu's last words were carried by the wind passing through the door.

"Accompany him through this hurdle."

The room was quiet. Fu Qi'an squinted his eyes and moved closer to the sofa. He brought the cigarette between his fingertips to his lips and took a puff.

From the depths of his black pupils, a dark emotion slowly overflowed.

The light fell on the man's handsome face, illuminating the trace of regret that he had been unable to face directly in the darkness in his eyes...