Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Xin Ai expressed her desire on Fu Xize's bed...
Fu Xize finally locked his bike and got on the passenger seat of Xin Ai. During this time, Xin Ai showed his gentlemanly manners by opening the door for him, putting his hand on the roof to prevent him from hitting his head, and asking if he should fasten his seat belt...
After arranging everything for him, Xin Ai walked around the front of the car to the driver's seat, started the car and left.
Top luxury cars have elegant designs and luxurious interiors.
Fu Xize leaned on the leather sofa and tilted his head to look at Xin Ai who was concentrating on driving beside him. Perhaps because his long hair blocked his eyes, he tucked his hair behind his ears, revealing his smooth and handsome profile and the slightly swaying sapphire earrings.
To be honest, Xin Ai is a very charismatic person, and even people of the same sex will be deeply attracted to him.
When he deliberately spoils you, it feels terrible.
Fu Xize stood straight, still being moved by the scene of Xin Ai taking care of him and helping him get into the car. For no reason he remembered a sentence, "I would rather cry in a sports car than laugh on a bicycle". If it were Xin Ai, it would not be impossible for her to cry in his sports car.
This idea is too bizarre.
People are usually tired late at night and prone to lust, and just want to lie down and be spoiled by the prince.
Fu Xize's reason clearly told him that he and Xin Ai had no emotional foundation. In the past eighteen years, they had been in a state of knowing each other but having no contact. Xin Ai's motive for pursuing him was nothing more than the frustration and loneliness of a failed confession. He just happened to appear in front of him, so they just chatted to kill time and ease the pain of unrequited love.
What would happen if they really dated? It’s fine for him, as he’s still single. Will Xin Ai start to regret it one day?
No, it should be said that if Xin Ai had been a little more sober, she would never have started with him.
Fu Xize finally shifted his gaze away from Xin Ai, and looked out the window boredly at the rapidly receding buildings.
He leaned against the car window, looking rather bored.
Xin Ai turned her head to look at him, and saw that Fu Xize looked listless and listless. She guessed that he was too tired after working for several hours in a row. The intensity of the work was hard for Xin Ai to see. Standing for several hours could give a person varicose veins, not to mention that Fu Xize had to mix cocktails one after another. It was already past twelve o'clock, so it was normal for him to feel sleepy. Xin Ai asked softly, "Are you sleepy?"
Fu Xize was stunned for a moment because of Xin Ai's concern.
Xin Ai held the steering wheel and said softly, "Take a nap first. I'll call you when you're there. I can't drive too fast at night. It will probably take 40 to 50 minutes to get back."
Fu Xize knew that their area was across the district from here, and the journey was long and far, and it was also troublesome to drive at night. Fu Xize hesitated for two seconds and said, "I don't live there."
Xin Ai was surprised: "Ah?!"
Fu Xize explained in a hoarse voice: "The bar is too far from my home, so I rented a house nearby."
Xin Ai asked: "Where do you live?"
Fu Xize gave the address.
Xin Ai was a little confused. He knew this address. No, it should be said that he knew this address by heart. That was the home where he and Fu Xize had lived for four years.
In his previous life, after he fell in love with Fu Xize, he moved back home and moved to this address.
But the villa was only built after Fu Xize got together with him. Before the construction of the villa started, Fu Xize asked him about the design concept of the house. Xin Ai was depressed at that time and had no interest in anything, so he naturally didn't bother to care and left it to Fu Xize.
Xin Ai didn't expect that Fu Xize had lived in this area ten years ago.
Xin Ai also smelled the scent of fate again. Fate is like a ball of thread, with thousands of threads entwining the past and present life together.
Xin Ai drove to this address with full of doubts.
Ten years ago, this area was certainly not their home, but rather... a village in the city.
Over the next six years, after demolition, land sales, and reconstruction, it became his and Fu Xize's home.
Today, the houses in this area are low, dirty and dilapidated. It is hard to imagine that there are such places in an international metropolis like Beijing.
But, this is reality.
Beijing has never been just about skyscrapers, CBD and commercial streets, but also urban villages, shared houses and basements. Countless people have dedicated their youth and dreams to this city. Some people stayed, while others left with regret.
Xin Ai and Fu Xize are different from these people. They have no way out.
Xin Ai found a place to park the car, and got out with Fu Xize.
Xin Ai was full of curiosity about this place ten years ago. He got out of the car, looked around, and sized up the dilapidated two-story building.
In his previous life, Fu Xize had explained the location of his new home: "We won't have children, so we don't need to bid for a school district house. We can just live in a place with a good location and convenient living."
Then, Fu Xize sold the company and bought this piece of land in a prime location in the city center. He built only one house and created a large garden.
At that time, Xin Ai was painting in the studio, with green plants outside. He and Fu Xize's home was hidden in the lush woods. After get off work, Fu Xize would take him for a walk in the woods at sunset.
That was the paradise that Fu Xize personally built for him.
As for Fu Xize, he was very open about the fact that he was poor and lived in a village in the city, otherwise he would not have let Xin Ai drive him here. In fact, compared to Xin Ai, most people in this world were poor. Fu Xize did not steal or rob and supported himself honestly, so he had nothing to feel inferior about.
When Fu Xize got out of the car, he completed the task of "being sent home by Xin Ai" and he extended his hand to Xin Ai.
Xin Ai is still in shock of the fact that “ten years ago, he and Fu Xize’s home was just a village in the city”. Despite the past and present lives, Xin Ai is still deeply moved by the love Fu Xize once gave him. Then, he turned around and saw Fu Xize’s hand reaching out to him in the dim light of the street lamps.
Time and scenes overlapped at this moment, and Xin Ai extended his hand. In this life, if Fu Xize wanted to hold his hand and go out for a walk, he would definitely not be shy and resist like he did in his previous life.
Fu Xize looked at the hand that was handed over, his lips twitched, and he reminded coldly: "Valve core."
Xin Ai was stunned, and finally he came out of the sentimental atmosphere. He laughed and quickly took out the valve core from his trouser pocket and returned it to Fu Xize.
It was indeed inappropriate to pull out someone's popular door core, but he didn't think too much about it at the time.
Fu Xize took back his valve core and strode towards the house he rented.
Xin Ai followed as a matter of course, and naturally made a request: "Would you like me to come up and sit for a while?"
Fu Xize had already reached the stairs. He turned around and looked down at Xin Ai in the dim light of the street lamp.
The dim light cast a blurry filter on Xin Ai. In the middle of the night, Xin Ai's facial features were delicate and three-dimensional, her skin was fair and translucent, and had a slight jade-like luster. She was beautiful like a sexy ghost in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.
Fu Xize wondered what would happen if he rejected this sexy ghost.
Well, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been very determined to get what he wants since he was young. Even if he refuses, Xin Ai will definitely go upstairs and sit for a while.
For example, Xin Ai wanted to take him home, but he refused. Xin Ai could just pull out the valve core.
If he refused to "go up and sit" now, Xin Ai would tear down the door...right?!
Fu Xize gave up struggling and said coldly, "Come up."
Xin Ai immediately ran upstairs laughing.
Fu Xize looked at Xin Ai running towards him with a smile, and clearly noticed that the old and dilapidated corridor became brighter because of him. Damn, he was really handsome.
Fu Xize was stunned for a second, Xin Ai had already run in front of him. Fu Xize looked at Xin Ai, whose face was clean and smiling, and his heart beat irregularly for no reason. A boy who was so beautiful, looking at you with sparkling eyes and talking sweet words, would make even the same sex fall in love with him. Xin Ai was the white moonlight of all of them.
Fu Xize was a little confused, but he pretended to be calm. He turned and went upstairs, and went to the house he rented with Xin Ai. He took out the key, opened the door, and turned on the light.
The old house looked gray and dilapidated, like a slum, but surprisingly, it was tidy inside. It was probably not lived in for long, so there were not many things, only a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, a dining table, and two chairs...
The interior space is not large, but there are very few things in it, giving it a sense of emptiness.
Fu Xize had good hygiene habits, so even though it was just a temporary residence, it wasn't dirty at all.
Fu Xize glanced at Xin Ai and saw that Xin Ai looked indifferent, so he went into the room first to change into flip-flops, and then found a pair of washed, unworn slippers and placed them in front of Xin Ai.
On the one hand, Xin Ai is accustomed to Fu Xize taking care of her; on the other hand, you always feel that he is very gentle, especially when he is not in love.
Xin Ai changed her shoes and went into the house.
Fu Xize helped close the door.
Xin Ai was quite curious about where Fu Xize lived when he was young, so she threw down her schoolbag and looked around.
This room is probably separated from the living room of a whole house. The house also has a balcony. The landlord built a bathroom on the balcony and built a two-layer storage table where the washing machine and washbasin were originally placed to serve as a kitchen. Then the landlord points to this place and tells you that this is a single room with a kitchen and a bathroom, so that he can charge more rent.
Fu Xize invited someone to "come up and have a seat", so of course he had to treat them well. However, after school started, Fu Xize only came here to live when he worked part-time. There was only wine but no drinks at home, and he didn't want to let people drink. Fortunately, lemons are a must-have fruit for cocktails, and Fu Xize had two at home, so he washed his hands and made a glass of lemonade for Xin Ai.
Xin Ai watched Fu Xize take out a lemon from the wine in the refrigerator to make water for himself, and felt a little funny. This man was obviously a bartender but he didn't let him drink. Fortunately, Fu Xize's skills were really good. He could make lemonade very delicious. This man was really talented in making drinks.
Fu Xize accompanied Xin Ai to drink some lemonade, which was considered as a good treat. Then, he had to send this big Buddha away. He took his phone, keys, and wallet, and said calmly: "It's quite late now, and it will take a long time to go back. I'll take you to a hotel nearby. It's very close, and it's only a few minutes' walk."
Go to the hotel to book a room...
Xin Ai looked at him ambiguously, ready to make a move.
Fu Xize saw that Xin Ai had misunderstood, and quickly said, "What I mean is that you go to the hotel alone."
Xin Ai immediately lost interest. He said slowly, "I can't sleep with you in a hotel. Why should I sleep in a hotel? I might as well sleep at your house."
Fu Xize: “…”
He has let a wolf into the house.
After Xin Ai finished drinking the lemon water, he calmly prepared to take a shower. He opened Fu Xize's closet and planned to use his clothes as pajamas.
Fu Xize frowned: "..."
This childhood sweetheart whom he had only met when he was eighteen was so familiar with her that it was scary.
Fu Xize was speechless, Xin Ai had already started picking clothes.
Fu Xize's wardrobe has very few clothes, and each piece is similar, a few black short-sleeved shirts, a few black long-sleeved shirts, a few black hoodies, a few black jackets, some black shorts, and some black trousers...
Except for the white shirt of the bartender's uniform, all the clothes are black.
Very rough.
But what's outrageous is that Fu Xize wears the same black top and black trousers every day, and occasionally adds a black hat and carries a black bag, and he actually looks cool and trendy. This guy has created his own fashionable outfit with his face and figure.
Xin Ai casually picked up a black cotton short-sleeved shirt and a pair of black sports shorts and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Fu Xize remained silent throughout the whole process: "..."
It feels like this person is relying on him.
The so-called "come up and sit" eventually evolved into "come up and sleep".
The prince seems to be very adept at taking advantage of others.
Xin Ai had already gone to the bathroom. He tried the hot water and then thought of something. He poked his head out and said to Fu Xize, "Rubber band."
Xin Ai has very long hair, and it is very inconvenient if she doesn't tie it up when washing her face.
Fu Xize glanced at him and resigned himself to going to find a rubber band for his ancestor.
Xin Ai added: "Towel."
Fu Xize picked out an unopened towel and gave it to him, and finally handed him an unopened toothbrush without any instruction.
Xin Ai got the new toothbrush, nodded with satisfaction, and praised him, "You are sensible."
Fu Xize felt like hitting someone.
Xin Ai had already closed the door and started taking a shower.
When it comes to stereotypes about art students, one of them is definitely that they are pampered.
In fact, this is not the case. People from art academies always carry a bunch of heavy painting materials to go to mountains and seas to sketch everywhere, and stretching canvases and doing handicrafts are also physical work.
Anyway, in Xin Ai's opinion, art academy students, even girls, are all strong people with good physical strength and strong hands-on ability. It's not that they are born with it, but it's acquired through training. After all, you study fine arts. If you want to excel in art, you still need to work hard.
Washing hair and taking a bath in the house rented by Fu Xize is not hardship at all, it's just living with Fu Xize.
After about twenty minutes, Xin Ai finished washing up and came out wearing Fu Xize's short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts. He first hung the washed underwear out to dry, then threw the clothes he had taken off into the washing machine and started a quick wash for fifteen minutes. Then, he went into the room.
Fu Xize heard the noise and looked over subconsciously.
Xin Ai had just washed her hair. Her long hair was soaked and tangled, and she stuffed it all behind her ears. Because she hadn't wiped it dry enough, water was still dripping from the ends of her hair. Her face, which was originally cold and pale, under her long brown-red hair had become a pink after being steamed in hot water for too long.
The black short-sleeved shirt and shorts were very loose, and they looked empty on him, making him look even thinner.
He has very good body proportions, with a short torso and long limbs. His long arms and legs look very stretched out, and he doesn't have much body hair. Even on his calves, where hair is well developed, he doesn't have a single hair. His legs look symmetrical, straight, smooth and delicate, very eye-catching. Fu Xize couldn't help but take another look.
After watching it, Fu Xize fell into deep doubt about himself. Why would I be interested in a man's legs?
However, Xin Ai's legs are really beautiful. Unlike him, who has leg hair all over and looks like an unevolved caveman, Xin Ai's legs are... perfectly evolved.
Moreover, the sight of him before him, in his clothes, damp and warm, had a magical appeal to him.
Fu Xize calmly turned his eyes away and went to get a hair dryer for Xin Ai.
When Xin Ai saw the hair dryer handed to her, she felt that Fu Xize was very considerate, but not considerate enough.
In his previous life, Xin Ai's hair was taken care of by Fu Xize. He would trim his hair regularly, wash his hair, blow dry it, and apply some maintenance products.
In this life, I have fallen to the level of only being able to give you a hair dryer.
Living conditions have declined sharply.
It’s not that Xin Ai must have Fu Xize take care of him, he just wants to fall in love with Fu Xize and want to stick with Fu Xize.
I really want to fast forward to the moment when I’m in love with Fu Xize!
Why didn't Fu Xize feed him some wine? First there was the wine in the bar and then there was the wine in the refrigerator at home. What a good opportunity. If he just had a sip, he would definitely become extremely beastly and force himself on Fu Xize to perform some forced love scene.
Now, there is no chance to commit a crime.
It was the middle of the night, Xin Ai's mind was free, and she simply let go of her lower body.
Fu Xize vaguely noticed that Xin Ai looked at him with ambiguous and anxious eyes, but it could also be that he had unilateral intentions towards Xin Ai.
He is only eighteen years old this year. At such a young age, his hormones are strong and he can have an orgasm anytime and anywhere. In front of him is a top beauty like Xin Ai, so it is normal to have some evil thoughts in the middle of the night.
A gentleman is judged by deeds, not intentions. He was slightly tempted but did nothing, so it doesn't count at all.
Fu Xize handed the hair dryer to Xin Ai, then left him alone, took his clothes and went to take a shower.
Xin Ai's hair was not long, but it was thick. It took him several minutes to dry it with a hair dryer. After that, his face felt a little dry. He wanted to apply some skin care products on himself, but after searching for a long time, he found that Fu Xize didn't even have a bottle of Dabao at home. Xin Ai gave up and sat on the bed, holding his phone while charging it and writing a diary on the APP.
Fu Xize cleaned up faster than Xin Ai, mainly because of his short hair. After taking a shower and entering the room, he saw Xin Ai sitting on his bed. He had a subtle expression. Fu Xize had never slept with anyone since he was a child, and sleeping with Xin Ai...
Xin Ai looked at Fu Xize, who was wearing short-sleeved shirt and long pants, and found it a little funny. After talking for so many years, I wonder if I don't know that you prefer to sleep naked. However, the most urgent thing is to wash the clothes. Xin Ai has already gone to bed and is a little lazy. He naturally ordered Fu Xize: "Help to dry the clothes."
Fu Xize glanced at Xin Ai and went to help Xin Ai hang out the clothes. There were only three pieces of clothes, so it wasn’t a big deal, but... maybe this is what it feels like to be in love, to find a ancestor to enslave yourself.
He helped an ancestor hang out the clothes to dry, then returned to the room, dried his hair, and came to the bed.
After thinking for two seconds, Fu Xize lifted the thin quilt, turned his back to Xin Ai, and slept on the edge.
Xin Ai looked at Fu Xize, a 187cm tall man, sleeping in a small space on the 1.8m bed. He felt helpless and amused. He put down his phone and got him out of bed: "Fu Xize, let's chat."
Fu Xize didn't want to talk, but was forced to sit up, cross-legged, and chat with Xin Ai face to face.
Xin Ai looked directly into Fu Xize's dark eyes and shouted, "Fu Xize."
Fu Xize said "hmm" lazily.
Xin Ai smiled and asked, "Are you in love?"
Fu Xize's heartbeat suddenly became disordered. It turned out that Xin Ai's pursuit was not a whim. He would still ask you "Do you want to be in love" after a day, but Fu Xize still couldn't make a decision. He could only get back into bed, turn his back to Xin Ai, and sleep.
It felt a bit evasive, but he didn't really know what to do.
Xin Ai got the expected answer from Fu Xize's silence. He was not discouraged, but still a little resentful. He concluded dimly: "The next day, we didn't talk."
Then, facing Fu Xize's back, he said, "But it doesn't matter. I will check your feelings regularly. If you want to date, just agree to it. You can start a relationship with me at any time."
Fu Xize was in an unstable mood.
This is planning to pursue him forever, how could he be worthy of this?
Seeing that Fu Xize had already laid down, Xin Ai stretched out his hand, jumped over him, turned off the light, and then got into bed.
He lay on his side, looking at the back of Fu Xize's head in the dark night.
The distance was so close, yet it became so far because the relationship was not confirmed.
In his previous life, he and Fu Xize had never been separated. Fu Xize would hug him when he slept, kiss his hair, and say sweet words to him. Fu Xize had always been doting and gentle to him.
But now, Xin Ai could only see the back of Fu Xize's head while lying on his bed.
I want to touch, but I'm afraid of offending; I want to force, but I'm afraid of scaring the person away.
You can only endure and restrain yourself.
“Hey.”
Xin Ai sighed.
Perhaps, in both his past and present lives, he and Fu Xize had always needed Fu Xize more, but in his previous life, he had already gotten used to having Fu Xize, and because of this possession, he acted capriciously.
Fu Xize heard the sigh and ignored it.
Seeing that he ignored her, Xin Ai deliberately sighed again: "Hey."
Fu Xize knew that if he ignored him, this ancestor might sigh all night on his bed. His forehead twitched, but he still turned around, stared at him, and asked fiercely: "What are you doing?"
Xin Ai looked at him, her tone resentful: "Xin Ai sighed in dissatisfaction on Fu Xize's bed."
Fu Xize: “…”
I kind of want to kick him off the bed.
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