Chapter 50 It’s Wrong for Us to Do That
Even if Lu Shiyan didn't want to face it anymore and wanted to pretend to be asleep, he couldn't ignore the danger brewing beside him, and the bold and presumptuous hot palm.
The corners of his eyes were still tinged with crimson, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been crushed by gravel. "Aci, stop it."
The young man, who had just started eating meat, had poor self-control and was extremely greedy. After a night of excessive demands, he almost thought he would not see the sun today.
Fu Ci could only reluctantly withdraw his rebellious hand, looking at the ambiguous and eye-catching red marks on Lu Shiyan's fair skin. His Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and he lowered his eyes to hide the burning and unbearable greed that surged in his eyes. His eyes were passionate, "I like brother so much!"
Then, as if swearing an oath, he said word by word, "Brother will be mine from now on, mine alone."
After a chaotic and confusing night, Lu Shiyan gradually regained a bit of sanity. Fu Ci and Ji Lin were the protagonists, and he was just a vicious cannon fodder.
Even if he has awakened now and wants to change the plot and save Fu Ci, who may become mentally distorted and turn into a madman, he can't do anything else, just like the predetermined encounter between Fu Ci and Ji Lin.
What's more, Fu Ci is still a little fool who knows nothing, and he has always treated Fu Ci as his younger brother.
Lu Shiyan turned to look at Fu Ci, who had a satisfied and excited look on his face, and said with a murky look in his eyes, "Ah Ci, last night was an accident. You were drugged, and it was because of me. I wanted to save you, so I resorted to this desperate measure."
The smile on Fu Ci's lips gradually faded. He looked confused, but his eyes were hot and honest. "Brother, what do you mean by this?"
"Is brother dissatisfied?" He said anxiously, afraid that if he was a second late, Lu Shiyan would really not want him. "Brother, this is my first time. I will learn slowly in the future."
Lu Shiyan had a serious expression on his face, but Fu Ci's words made him blush, "Ah Ci, this has nothing to do with it."
Although it was a little difficult to accept at first, after all, Fu Ci was gifted, but later he gradually found the feeling, and he was left with only a dazed look and a hoarse voice.
"Why is that?" Fu Ci didn't understand. "My brother obviously likes it too."
He desperately wanted an answer, his radiant peach blossom eyes were filled with endless affection, yet also gleamed with a faint, barely perceptible morbid light.
Lu Shiyan pretended to be indifferent and said, "Aci, I am your brother. What we did last night was wrong."
He took a deep breath and said with difficulty in his throat: "Just pretend it never happened." After that, he supported his sore and weak body, put on his clothes and left.
Fu Ci watched Lu Shiyan leave cruelly, and didn't even look at him again.
His eyes, like the cold night, shone with a hint of viciousness. There was no smile on his delicate and charming face. His whole heart felt as if it had been mercilessly thrown into a bottomless abyss, and it was cold to the bone.
The indescribable pain and feeling of suffocation kept running through his body, almost making him lose control.
Fu Ci didn't understand, why didn't last night count?
It was obvious that they were so compatible from body to mind, and he could clearly feel that his brother liked him. Otherwise, his brother, who was so handsome, noble and self-respecting, would not allow him to be so presumptuous, nor would he follow him to indulge in it again and again.
There were still scratches on his body from last night when Lu Shiyan couldn't help but leave when they were passionate. The warm quilt still lingered with his faint cold fragrance and clear breath. These were all real, so how could he say that they didn't count?
What do you mean by "because of Chinese medicine, in order to save him, so we have to resort to this desperate measure"?
If Chinese medicine can make his brother soften his heart and love him, then he doesn't mind taking it every day. After all, he bought a whole bottle of the medicine, and it will come back eventually.
Lu Shiyan thought that after he had made things clear with Fu Ci, he could return to his original position.
Although he was still confused and couldn't see clearly, he knew that if he was wrong, he was wrong. He could correct it in time but he couldn't make the same mistake all the time.
But Lu Shiyan didn't know Fu Ci's true character. He was paranoid, sinister and possessive. Moreover, he had finally gotten his brother in a fair and just way, so how could he let go so easily?
After that, Lu Shiyan was very busy every day, going out early and coming back late, and socializing until very late, as if he was deliberately avoiding Fu Ci.
Every day when he came back, Fu Ci would run down to pick him up, but Lu Shiyan always acted polite and distant, no longer showing the intimacy and concern he had before, although he no longer ignored him and hated him like before.
But he erected an insurmountable wall between them, trapping himself and preventing Fu Ci from entering.
If Fu Ci had never gotten it, he could still restrain himself and endure it, but after getting it, he suddenly lost it. How could he be willing to accept it?
Every night when he lay in bed, he had to recall the passionate and passionate atmosphere of that night in order to barely suppress the viciousness and cruelty that was about to burst out from his heart.
The next morning, when Fu Ci went downstairs, he could only watch the black Maybach speeding away from him again. His hands hanging at his sides suddenly clenched tightly, and his slightly narrowed eyes hid a cold and fierce look.
Aunt Liu came out of the kitchen carrying breakfast. Looking at the empty dining table, she couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Wasn't the eldest young master here just now?"
"Why did you leave in the blink of an eye?"
Then he muttered to himself, "Is there something urgent at the company?"
Lu Shiyu also noticed the cold war between the two. He came forward recklessly and said with a gloating smile: "Hahaha, brother finally gets tired of you, you idiot."
"See if you dare to act stupid and pester your brother again in the future."
Fu Ci pursed his lips tightly, his eyes gradually turning red. He stood on the stairs on the second floor, suddenly looked at Lu Shiyu who was jumping down the stairs, showed a sneer, and then rolled down the stairs directly. His tall body lay on the ground, and the blood from the broken forehead instantly gushed out, dripping drop by drop on the luxurious marble floor, looking very hideous.
Lu Shiyu was so frightened that his face turned pale as paper. His legs gave way and he fell to the ground. "Ah... are you crazy?"
"Isn't it okay if I don't make fun of you anymore?"
"Why did you roll downstairs by yourself?"
It was obvious that the little brat was frightened, but Fu Ci didn't rush to bandage him. He pointed to the landline not far away and said, "Go call your brother and tell him that I fell downstairs and was injured. Ask him to come back and take me to the hospital."
Lu Shiyu suddenly opened his round eyes wide, and said in disbelief and horror: "So you deliberately hurt yourself just to make your brother feel sorry for you, you really are crazy!"
Fu Ci accepted his evaluation with pleasure, "You'd better go make the call."
"Otherwise I will tell my brother that it was you who had an argument with me and pushed me down the stairs. Then you can just wait for my brother to send you to the old house to learn the rules."
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