Chapter 80

Fu Xingyun got into bed and, as usual, opened his bedtime reading.

Article 41 of the Dating Handbook: Learn to touch the other person's heartstrings and stir their emotions, but be careful not to go too far. In the beginning, focus on sympathy and care.

Fu Xingyun pondered it carefully,

Is he being told to play the victim?

Then, for the 872nd time, questions were raised about the book.

Playing the victim

He disdained to do such things.

Fu Xingyun slammed the book shut and threw it into the drawer before turning off the light and going to sleep.

Lin Qiong returned home during the movie's theatrical run, and news and discussions about the movie frequently appeared on Weibo.

Although he also needed to do promotional work during this period, Lin Qiong politely declined the promotional work after the doctor told him that Fu Xingyun's rehabilitation had not improved, and only participated in the promotional work in the city.

Although the movie's popularity and publicity would be much better after its release, Lin Qiong felt bad that he had already left for almost three months.

Fu Xingyun came downstairs and saw the busy figure in the kitchen. He watched quietly without saying a word.

Lin Qiong turned around and was startled. "Xingyun, you're down here."

He said with a smile, "Perfect timing, come and have some dinner."

Fu Xingyun didn't say anything, and pushed the wheelchair over.

Lin Qiong placed the porridge in front of the person, "The doctor should be here soon. What are we practicing today?"

Fu Xingyun ate his porridge, glanced up at the person, and said, "I don't know yet."

Lin Qiong buried herself in her food, and after she finished eating, she looked at Fu Xian, who was still eating, and said, "How about I practice with you for a while?"

The man paused, his hand holding the spoon still. "Really?"

Lin Qiong nodded, then got up to clear her own dishes, saying, "I'll join you in a bit."

The doctor and nurse arrived on time at nine o'clock in the morning.

Fu Xingyun gave the other person a look, and the doctor immediately understood.

He flipped through the report form with feigned seriousness, saying, "It's better to practice standing today. You can hold onto the wall and use crutches for support."

Lin Qiong listened attentively from the side; he was the only one who got into character during the four-person movie.

The nurse first demonstrated it to Fu Xingyun, and Lin Qiong learned it after a while.

Then they helped Fu Xingyun stand against the wall.

Fu Xingyun lowered his eyes to look at the person's fair neck, "Is it heavy?"

Lin Qiong's face turned red, but she still stubbornly insisted, "It's not heavy, it's the weight of our love."

After a long day, Lin Qiong collapsed on the sofa, panting like a little dog.

Exhausted, her eyes were unfocused and glazed over. Because of the heat, she had slightly lifted the hem of her clothes, revealing a small patch of fair skin.

Fu Xingyun glanced at it, his Adam's apple bobbing, before quickly looking away.

In the evening, Lin Qiong went to give people bedtime massages, just like she had done a few months ago.

The door was suddenly opened from the outside, and the man abruptly shoved the book he was holding under the pillow.

Lin Qiong didn't see the other person's movements. She got into bed with her freshly dried hair still on, and noticed a corner peeking out from under the pillow. "What's this?"

Fu Xingyun looked in the direction the other person was pointing, his face stiffening slightly. "Bedtime reading."

Lin Qiong smiled foolishly, "Xingyun, you're really cultured."

"..."

There is no one in the world easier to fool than Lin Qiong.

Seeing that the person wasn't going to ask any more questions, Fu Xingyun couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you ask me what kind of book it is?"

Lin Qiong spoke frankly, "I don't like reading, so asking is pointless."

As he spoke, he began to huff and puff as he massaged the person.

The other person was wearing pajamas, and the light and shadow falling on them flickered. A pair of fair and delicate hands were placed on his legs, pressing them down, and the way they looked at him so intently made one's heart itch.

Fu Xingyun wanted to talk to someone, but for a moment he didn't know how to start the conversation.

With a slight movement of his hand, he touched the corner of the book hidden under the pillow.

The man paused, a conflicted expression appearing on his face.

The silence lasted for more than half an hour. After massaging the legs, Lin Qiong stretched and her slender waist was faintly visible as she moved, her clothes tugging at her body.

Lin Qiong patted the man's leg again and then prepared to get out of bed and go back to her room.

"Lin Qiong".

A deep male voice suddenly rang out, and Lin Qiong turned around to look. "What's wrong?"

Fu Xingyun licked her lips, avoided his gaze for a moment, and then looked at him again, "Do you dislike me?"

Lin Qiong was stunned. "What did you say?"

Fu Xingyun curled her fingers slightly. "Do you dislike me?"

Lin Qiong was startled by the other person's words and quickly moved closer to them, "Of course not, why do you ask?"

Fu Xingyun lowered his eyes, avoiding eye contact, "What if I can never stand up again in my entire life..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Xingyun suddenly felt a weight on his body. The person who had been sitting was now leaning over and hugging him tightly. Fu Xingyun's head naturally rested against the person's neck.

"Of course not, you can stand up, and even if you can't, I won't look down on you."

Fu Xingyun's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at the corner of the book out of the corner of his eye. "But I hate how I am now."

Lin Qiong's heart skipped a beat as she listened to the rebellious remarks of the man who was nearly thirty. "Why would you think that? I like you the way you are the most."

Fu Xingyun slightly raised her head to look at him, "Really?"

Lin Qiong hugged the man's dog head and said, "Of course."

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the person's arms. Fu Xingyun's heart skipped a beat, and he stiffly raised his arms, hesitating for a moment before wrapping them around the person's slender waist.

Lin Qiong felt a little awkward in her position, so she hugged the man and lay down. As the movement changed, the man's face was buried in her neck.

Her lips lightly touched the other's skin, causing the man to take a deep breath, but he didn't lift his face.

Lin Qiong patted the other person's broad back, "You'll get better someday."

"What if it doesn't get better?"

"No, I believe you."

While gently stroking the dog's head, he said, "You're the most awesome character in the whole book."

The man, who had initially scorned those who feigned helplessness, had now tasted success and pulled her into his arms. Lin Qiong was startled by his actions and exclaimed, "Xingyun?!"

"I'm scared..."

As soon as he said that, the person in his arms, who was still struggling slightly, stopped moving.

The lighting was dim, and Lin Qiong couldn't see the other person's expression, but she tightened her grip on her hand, which she had originally intended to let go of, and puffed out her small chest with a sense of responsibility, "It's okay, I'm here."

As he spoke, he patted the person's back repeatedly, intending to lull them to sleep.

While patting her little mouth, she babbled, "Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, Mommy's hands..."

"…Fu Xingyun: "What are you singing?"

"Lullaby."

"I am not a child."

"You will always be young in my heart."

"..."

Then she started singing again, which was a scene of great emotional distortion.

Fu Xingyun was speechless for a moment, but he had already taken the person into his arms and didn't ask for anything else. He just wanted the other person to sing.

As he spoke, he tightened his arms around the person's waist, and his warm breath enveloped the person's neck.

Lin Qiong felt a ticklish sensation, but looking at the fragile old woman in her arms, who was as delicate as a piece of seaweed, she didn't move.

He then planned to wait until everyone was asleep before going back.

"Xingyun, let me tell you a bedtime story."

Fu Xingyun: "Mm."

Lin Qiong recited the ancestral beginning, "A long, long time ago..."

Ten minutes later, Fu Xingyun looked at Lin Qiong, who was fast asleep, and fell into deep thought.

He then reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, his strong arm encircling the person's waist, his slender fingers touching a small patch of skin that was exposed on the person's body.

The man gently stroked her, restraining himself from putting his hand inside her clothes.

In the first ten years of his life, he learned to be a gentleman. Although he was now being subdued by Lin Qiong, he still retained his refined manners.

The man looked up at the other person, the moonlight from the window reflecting on their face, then his gaze moved down, sweeping across the bridge of their nose and landing on their lips.

After feeling humiliated by the previous awkwardness, Fu Xingyun consulted Baidu Encyclopedia.

That's when I learned that you can stick your tongue out when kissing.

When I first saw it, my face was filled with disgust and loathing.

What the hell is the difference between this and eating saliva?

But looking at the sweet, sleeping girl in his arms, Fu Xingyun changed his mind.

After a moment of silence, the man slowly approached her, moving very gently so as not to disturb her peaceful sleep.

He then tentatively touched the person's lips, and when the person didn't react, he started to make the touch bigger.

Fu Xingyun pulled the person up closer, this time much bolder than before when he was being cautious.

The man smacked the other's lips for a long time, then hesitated for a moment before raising his hand to pinch the other's chin, opening his mouth slightly and probing his tongue inside.

From the initial tentative steps to the final, uncontrollable act, the room was filled with the sounds of lips and teeth colliding.

After kissing for an unknown amount of time, Lin Qiong felt a little uncomfortable and let out a soft moan. The man immediately backed away warily.

At this moment, the young man's jaw was being pinched, turning his mouth into a chicken's beak.

Fu Xingyun took a deep breath, glanced at the time and realized it was almost midnight, then kissed the little chick on the beak before stopping.

Before going to bed, I always remember to put my bedtime reading material back in the drawer so that no one will see it when they wake up the next morning.

Although Lin Qiong was a little unaccustomed to being held and slept for the first time, she still slept soundly all night. When she opened her eyes the next day, she saw Fu Xingyun's handsome face magnified.

Then he fumbled for his phone and glanced at the time.

Knock! It's 9:30 in the morning!

Then the doctor will arrive.

Lin Qiong tried to sit up by lifting the blanket, but the arm around his waist felt like a steel bar stuck to his body, making it impossible for him to move.

Lin Qiong whispered in someone's ear, "Xingyun, get up!"

The man remained motionless.

"Old Fu! Get up!"

"Baby, good morning!"

Seeing that the person remained unconscious, Lin Qiong reached out her wicked claws and began to knead and pinch the person's face.

He had wanted to do this for a long time.

He was still muttering something, but his voice was pitifully soft, "What, are you scared? Beg me and I'll let you go."

Looking at the other person's handsome face as he slept soundly, he smiled confidently, "Heh, he's just a tool to please me."

Just as Lin Qiong was muttering to herself, a deep voice came from behind her, "What are you doing?"

Lin Qiong was taken aback, and when she looked down, she saw that the person was looking at her with deep eyes.

Lin Qiong trembled in fright, her mouth immediately forming a knot, "I...I was moaning."

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Author's Note:

Old Fu used to say: Only the weak need to gain sympathy.

Old Fu now: Mad is so good!