Chapter 49 Brother is the Antidote
The nights in late autumn are as cool as water.
Lu Shiyan looked at the bathtub emitting wisps of cold air and the large chunks of ice floating in it, his eyes full of worry, "Is there no other way?"
"It's so cold, what if you freeze to death?"
Zhou Mu first looked at him meaningfully, then pushed the gold-rimmed eye sockets on his nose and said bluntly: "The current situation is that he can either endure it or vent."
Then he looked at Lu Shiyan with a meaningful look, "But Yan, do you think this little fool will get close to anyone other than you?"
Lu Shiyan looked stunned, his eyes as deep as stars suddenly dodged, "What do you mean by that?"
"You don't want me to help him, do you?"
Zhou Mu showed an ambiguous smile on his face. He had clearly said that one should either endure or vent, but Lu Shiyan subconsciously chose the latter.
This reminded him of what happened in the car just now. He was sitting in the passenger seat and saw clearly from the rearview mirror that Fu Ci, who was unconscious in the back seat, had been holding Lu Shiyan tightly and would not let go. He had lost his mind due to the drugs and would kiss Lu Shiyan from time to time.
Lu Shiyan was not angry and did not push him away. It seemed that the two of them had long been accustomed to such intimate behavior.
Since Fu Ci was drugged, Lu Shiyan couldn't bear to refuse him.
But the kiss he gave to Fu Ci's eyes just now, which was filled with heartache and comfort, did not look innocent at all.
Maybe even Lu Shiyan himself didn't realize it. He has always been cold-hearted, calm and reserved, but at this moment he was panicked.
He may think that he is being nice to Fu Ci to make up for the hurt he caused him before, but bystanders see things more clearly. In Zhou Mu's opinion, Lu Shiyan's feelings for Fu Ci are not just heartache, guilt, and compensation, but also love without him realizing it.
As a family doctor, he has done what he should do, but the choice is up to Lu Shiyan himself.
Zhou Mu patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "I'm going back first. Contact me if you have anything."
Seeing Zhou Mu was about to leave, Lu Shiyan's usually calm and composed face suddenly showed a hint of panic. "If you leave, what will happen to Ah Ci?"
Zhou Mu raised an eyebrow and said, "Throw it in the bathtub and let it soak."
"If you're worried about him getting frozen, take him to the hospital for a full checkup tomorrow."
Zhou Mu left just like that, and Lu Shiyan suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness and irritability in his heart. He had no choice but to throw Fu Ci into the ice water first. It was better to freeze him than to burn him.
With a "plop", Fu Ci was thrown into the bathtub with floating ice cubes. He was already feeling hot and uncomfortable due to the torture of drugs, and it seemed as if he was pierced by thousands of ice needles at the same time, and the blood in his body solidified.
The biting cold sobered him up for a moment. He hugged his arms, and his flushed cheeks quickly lost their color as if they were frozen in an instant, leaving only stiffness. His teeth chattered, and he cried out pitifully, "Brother, I'm so cold! I'm so cold!"
Lu Shiyan looked at Fu Ci, who was wrapped in a thin layer of mist. Only the lines of his tense muscles could be seen. "Ah Ci, bear with it for a moment."
Fu Ci looked at him pitifully, "Brother, but I'm cold and hot at the same time. I feel like I'm about to explode."
"Brother, am I dying?"
Lu Shiyan quickly used a towel to wipe the ice water that was about to condense on his long eyelashes, and gently comforted him, "Don't talk nonsense, it's just Chinese medicine. You need to calm down."
Fu Ci's already confused mind suddenly struggled to come out when he heard the word "traditional Chinese medicine". His tall and straight body caused ripples in the icy water in the bathtub, some of which splashed onto Lu Shiyan, soaking his clothes thoroughly.
Lu Shiyan quickly held down his restless body, "Aci, what are you doing?"
"Brother, where's the antidote?" Fu Ci grabbed Lu Shiyan's hand and asked him for the antidote, his tone sounding both complaining and coquettish, "I want the antidote."
Lu Shiyan felt the coldness emanating from his soaked clothes that clung to his skin. He tried to comfort him, "Ah Ci, dear, there's no antidote. Just soak in ice water and you'll be fine."
"You're lying." Fu Ci looked like he had suffered a great injustice. His eyes were dark, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a bit of distraction, which was beautiful and alluring. "Brother has the antidote."
Lu Shiyan held his forehead helplessly. He was originally a fool with a low IQ, and now he was unconscious, and his feelings were even more unclear. "No, you have been taking Chinese medicine for too long. Zhou Mu gave you some medicine, but it didn't work."
Fu Ci breathed rapidly for a while, but his body was churning with heat and desire that he couldn't suppress. His eyes darkened, and as if he had completely lost his mind, he stood up and hugged Lu Shiyan horizontally, "Brother is my antidote."
The sudden kiss was like a violent storm that caught Lu Shiyan off guard. He was so stunned that he forgot to struggle. It was not until he was pressed down on the soft bed that he regained some sense.
He could hear Fu Ci's heavy and hot breathing in his ears, and the small and greedy kisses that followed. His whole body felt numb and hot, as if he had been drugged.
Lu Shiyan wanted to stop him. He regarded Fu Ci as his own brother. How could he do such a thing with him?
But during the passionate and lingering kiss, his mind went blank and he could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams.
And Fu Ci was no longer the naive, simple and well-behaved little fool in his impression. Instead, he turned into a captivating succubus in the dark night. He teased every numbness and trembling part of his body, causing Lu Shiyan to sink into the swamp of lust and unable to extricate himself.
The string called rationality in his mind instantly broke, and he opened his eyes slightly, only to see Fu Ci's extremely gorgeous face, her graceful jaw tense, and her eyes filled with morbid paranoia and addiction.
And those sparkling peach blossom eyes were filled with a strong blood color. While their consciousness was scattered, the two hearts close to each other were beating violently, and their greedy demands devoured each other's breath.
Fu Ci felt like he was about to explode with excitement. His hot fingertips caressed the fair and slender waist lovingly, and his low and hoarse voice called out again and again, "Brother Ayan, help me." A fanatical light flashed in the depths of his eyes. Before long, everything was out of control.
The last thing Lu Shiyan remembered was Fu Ci whispering in his ear, "I knew brother liked it."
A ray of bright light playfully shone in through the gap of the floor-to-ceiling window, breaking the dimness and beauty of the room. A hint of strong smell still lingered in the air.
Lu Shiyan's eyelids trembled slightly, trying to wake up from his hazy sleep, but the moment his senses returned, he felt as if his whole body was falling apart.
For the first time, the Lu family's president and heir, who was in charge of all the affairs, felt that he couldn't face it and wanted to escape. Unfortunately, things didn't go as he wished, and someone wanted to make him want to taste the marrow and let it penetrate deep into his bones.
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