Chapter 36 Liu Duanhe thought, as long as it's not excessive, ...
Liu Duanhe thought that as long as it wasn't excessive, he could accept any request, which made him feel a little better. But then his wrist was suddenly grabbed and pressed against his chest.
Feng Xingyun stared at him, his thin eyelids reddening. His cold, handsome features now looked vibrant with life, exuding a fierce and slowly aggressive aura. "I want to be your boyfriend, your lover."
Facing his cold, sharp gaze, Liu Duanhe said firmly, "No, let's choose another one, eliminate this one."
Feng Xingyun gritted his teeth and said angrily, his eyes burning, "Isn't this within my capabilities?"
Liu Duanhe avoided his gaze, pulling his wrist back. A shocking red mark had appeared around his pale, bony wrist, like a pair of handcuffs, firmly binding him. "This won't do."
He coldly and indifferently said, "I want to be with you."
"Be my boyfriend!"
Liu Duanhe didn't know how Feng Xingyun had become a broken record. He couldn't even get angry; he just found it funny. The unsettling atmosphere had become absurd, so he smiled and said, "Isn't this the same as the previous one? Let's change it."
Feng Xingyun leaned against the door in despair, his thick, sword-like eyebrows furrowed, and said in a stiff tone, "This won't work, that won't work, your capabilities are too limited, then I'll marry you."
He had never liked such hasty and frivolous words, and in his astonishment, he also became angry, "How can you be going further and further? No, change it."
Feng Xingyun: "I"
He had never been so heartbroken. It was the first time he had ever liked someone, but he had run into such a blunder, and now everything he said was being refuted.
Feng Xingyun's brows were furrowed, and the tear stains on his face had long since dried, but now he suddenly smiled; he had finally come to his senses.
This won't work, that won't work, he just doesn't like him, but he insists on forcing it. He wants to pursue Liu Duanhe fiercely, and then, after he can't live without him, he'll sleep with him and not let him sleep, and hug him after playing ball without taking a shower!
Liu Duan frowned, watching Feng Xingyun smile enigmatically, seemingly lost in thought. She wondered if the repeated rejections earlier had upset him, and hesitantly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Feng Xingyun's eyes were glued to Liu Duanhe. After figuring it out, he suddenly understood and pressed on, "Can't you sleep with me around?"
The suffocating, aching pain surging in his heart still reminded him of the man's coldness and seriousness.
An indescribable impulse drove him to do something that would prevent Liu Duanhe from remaining so at ease, so nonchalantly looking down on the prisoners who groveled at his feet, begging for his love.
"Does she have OCD?"
He nimbly hoisted Liu Duanhe up by the waist, strode onto the bed, roughly pulled back the bed curtains, and pressed himself against him.
The open window slowly drew the curtains back, and the stuffy, hot air instantly stole Liu Duanhe's breath. His heart almost stopped beating. Before he could even entertain the obsessive thought of going to bed in his outdoor clothes, Feng Xingyun suddenly hoisted his long legs, which were wrapped in fitted suit trousers, onto his waist, and pressed his firm, pert buttocks against his hip bones.
Startled, he only managed to let out a muffled groan, a purely masculine, deep voice without any seductive intent, yet it instantly aroused Feng Xingyun.
Liu Duanhe's usually calm and composed face finally broke down. He struggled to get up, his long neck arching in a beautiful arc, the light blue veins resembling patterns on white porcelain, exquisite and elegant. "You're really crazy, let me go."
Because it was indoors, Feng Xingyun was dressed very lightly, especially his pants, which were almost like skin to skin. Liu Duanhe shivered sensitively, and goosebumps rose all over her body.
His moist, red lips opened and closed, and his handsome face grew increasingly red with genuine anger. He said frantically, "We haven't changed out of our pajamas. I'm going crazy. Get out of here now!"
Liu Duanhe's originally purely masculine handsomeness was suddenly accentuated by the smooth and firm muscles of another man who was even taller, exuding a kind of gorgeous and decadent tension.
If someone were to enter through the door, Liu Duanhe's figure would be completely obscured by Feng Xingyun, with only his long legs exposed—a sight even more embarrassing than not showing them at all. Fortunately, the wind and snow outside the window did nothing to disturb the sweltering atmosphere inside.
Liu Duanhe's elegant and gentle voice was now filled with emotion, no longer calm. His phoenix eyes were blazing with a cold anger as bright as fire. "I'm warning you, don't try to provoke me again. Then we can talk properly. Money, cars, houses, even your family's cooperative projects are all negotiable. Perhaps you can go home and ask your parents what you really need, instead of playing house with me here. That's meaningless to us."
Today, Feng Xingyun finally saw the unmasked Liu Duanhe, tearing away his gentle facade to reveal his gloomy arrogance and contemptuous disdain. He measured everything with money, believing that everything could be bought off with money and power. Without any pretense, wasn't this a special kind of person?
A smile finally appeared on his cold, silent face, but it was a smile full of fierce determination. "Very well, what our Young Master Liu says is law, how dare I disobey him?"
"Just kidding, I'm really upset. How about I wash your sheets and curtains for you later?"
Liu Duanhe gritted his teeth and sat up. Only at this moment did he realize that it was really as his grandfather had said. He had learned everything from his parents. Even though he hated it, when his anxiety disorder flared up, he still chose to measure everything by self-interest, which he had once despised the most.
Feng Xingyun withdrew his hands from his wrists and waist, and rubbed his fingers together with lingering satisfaction. The slender, supple feel and body temperature seemed to still linger on his fingertips.
Even when he was completely carried away, he ultimately didn't do anything, because he understood that if he really took the opportunity to do something, the difficulty of pursuing Liu Duanhe would increase exponentially. This was already the bottom line; the past few days were just a beautiful illusion, and of course, it couldn't come true once the dream ended.
Liu Duanhe looked at him uncertainly for a while, then said, "No need, my family has plenty of staff to do my laundry, and besides..."
He pushed away Feng Xingyun, who was still motionless, and instinctively began to wonder what Feng Xingyun had been thinking about with his eyes downcast. He got off the bed and straightened his disheveled clothes in front of the mirror. "I have my own cleaning tools and rules. To avoid trouble, I'll just leave it alone."
Feng Xingyun chuckled softly, maintaining the posture he had just been pushed away by Liu Duanhe, leaning lazily against the wall, watching Liu Duanhe's movements below. His cold and sharp eyes still held a smile and satisfaction, like a satiated leopard.
Even with his hair slightly disheveled and the shirt under his coat crumpled into messy creases from what had just happened, the casual disarray compared to his impeccable attire upon entering couldn't hide Liu Duan's high spirits and the imposing aura emanating from his power and wealth.
He glanced at Feng Xingyun and said, "I'm not staying in the dorm tonight. Let me know when you've decided on your terms."
As for whether he would return to the dormitory in the next few days, and where he would go, there was no need to report to Feng Xingyun anymore. After all, he had said it before only because he thought they were in a romantic relationship. Now that they weren't, he naturally had to take it all back.
Although Feng Xingyun had expected it, he still couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. He smiled bitterly and muttered, "You really can't pluck a tiger's whiskers."
Liu Duanhe didn't hear him clearly, but he didn't care. After the emotional surge subsided, all that remained was a dull and lonely feeling. He smiled faintly, "I hope you can think about this seriously. Well then, I wish you a satisfactory result on your final exams next week. Goodbye."
He calmly resumed his polite and gentle demeanor, used the handkerchief in his pocket to pick up the medicine bag that had fallen at the door, and went out to send a message to the driver who had just left.
After the sandstorm of the riot, white snowflakes fell. When Liu Duanhe reached the door, he simply threw away the medicine. No matter how much mental preparation one does, things that have fallen to the ground will leave a knot in one's heart. Of course, one must learn to discard things appropriately and in a timely manner, rather than making things difficult for oneself.
After shedding his burden, Liu Duan's bad mood eased somewhat. He didn't bring an umbrella this time. He knew that Secretary Wei would definitely bring an umbrella to pick him up, but he didn't want to wait. Compared to rain that would soak him, snow seemed more tolerable. Even when he was normal, he would not choose to get wet in either of them.
The six-pointed, crystalline snowflakes melted as soon as they landed on his black coat, turning into an inconspicuous little dot. Although Liu Duanhe neither said it out loud nor admitted it, he seemed to be somewhat moved. However, it all started as a misunderstanding, and he didn't like to let things continue in a muddled way.
Liu Duanhe saw the stretch Lincoln halfway there. In the vast, white, empty sky and earth, he stood tall and elegant, making him stand out clearly.
The car slowly stopped in front of him, but the door opened somewhat hastily. Secretary Wei got out of the car, his brows furrowed.
As soon as Liu Duanhe got into the car and closed the door, he handed him hot water. A strong smell of ginger filled the air. "Boss, your cold isn't completely gone yet. You're not taking good care of yourself."
The snow on his eyelashes and black hair quickly melted in the warmth of the car, leaving his face wet. He frowned and finished his cup of ginger tea in one gulp.
Before he could speak, Secretary Wei handed him a tissue box.
He first wiped the snow off his face, because he didn't speak and the car didn't start.
Secretary Wei, being tactful and discreet, made no attempt to inquire why the boss, who had clearly decided to return to the dormitory that night, suddenly decided not to stay, and seemed to be in a bad mood.
Liu Duanhe took off his coat and put it aside. His clothes underneath were still completely dry, which made him feel much better. After a moment of thought, he decided, "Let's go straight to the apartment."
It's too late to go to the company now, so it's better to handle things at home. This way, he won't waste time on the journey and will be more efficient. After getting away from the environment that made him overthink, Liu Duanhe focused all his attention back on various tasks, which is his usual way of detaching himself from his emotions.
He never looked back, so he didn't see that a tall figure was standing on the balcony upstairs, right after he came downstairs. Feng Xingyun was staring down with a gloomy look in his eyes, especially after Secretary Wei got out of the car.
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