He changed into light pajamas, lifted the covers and crawled into bed, reaching out to tightly hug Xiao Xin's waist and pulling her into his arms.
But he doesn't sleep; he has to watch the IV drip.
He buried his head in Xiao Xin's neck and whispered, "Brother, I'm sorry..."
Xiao Xin let out a muffled groan, as if he was uncomfortable.
Fu Yan glanced anxiously at his hand, thankfully it hadn't touched a needle.
Seeing Xiao Xin's distressed expression, he whispered in Xiao Xin's ear, "What's wrong, brother?"
Xiao Xin's mind was hazy, but he kept feeling someone squeezing his waist, making it hard for him to catch his breath.
He pried at Fu Yan's hand, saying weakly, "No, don't hug me so tightly..."
Fu Yan immediately loosened his grip, his lips gently brushing against Xiao Xin's nape: "Mmm, brother, go to sleep, I won't hold you so tight..."
His brother felt so hot that his blood was surging through his veins.
Thinking of the doctor's instructions, Fu Yan had no choice but to suppress the thought.
With the pressure gone from her abdomen, Xiao Xin closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.
Fu Yan hugged Xiao Xin for a while, and only got up after the IV drip finished.
After gently removing the IV drip from Xiao Xin, Fu Yan got dressed and headed to the kitchen.
Two hours later, Fu Yan looked at the pumpkin porridge and strawberry cupcakes on the table, a smile appearing on his lips. He thought to himself that Xiao Xin would definitely like them.
He carried a small cake and pumpkin porridge into the bedroom, just as Xiao Xin woke up.
He had just recovered from a fever, and his cheeks were still flushed, looking like he was recovering from a serious illness.
Fu Yan put the things in his hand on the bedside table and was about to help Xiao Xin up.
Xiao Xin smelled the aroma and felt a little hungry, but as soon as he moved his body, he felt as if his whole body was falling apart.
"Hiss..." Xiao Xin frowned as he propped himself up.
That's fucking ridiculous.
He's tough, but the pain he's feeling now is even worse than being beaten up.
I felt dizzy and nauseous.
In particular, a burning sensation immediately came from a certain sensitive area.
Fu Yan panicked when he saw the pain on his face.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Xiao Xin gets angry whenever she hears him speak, and glares at him resentfully: "Either shut up or stop talking nonsense."
Fu Yan lowered his head and said "Oh," then asked Xiao Xin, "Brother, would you like some porridge?"
"Hmm..." Xiao Xin closed his eyes and breathed weakly. He was so weak that he could hardly believe it himself.
He struggled for a while but still couldn't sit up. He stretched out a hand to Fu Yan and said, "Help me up. I can't move."
Fu Yan understood, bent down to pick up Xiao Xin, and then gently placed her on the bed.
Xiao Xin leaned against the headboard and reached out her hand: "Porridge."
Fu Yan, carrying a bowl of porridge, sat down on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to his lips: "Brother, let me feed you."
Xiao Xin was too lazy to argue with him, so she opened her mouth and took the porridge.
In no time, Xiao Xin finished the porridge, and then reached out to Fu Yan, "Paper."
Fu Yan put the bowl down and, seeing the liquid still around his lips, immediately understood.
He cupped Xiao Xin's face in his hands, licked the porridge from the corner of Xiao Xin's mouth while Xiao Xin looked on in astonishment, and then retreated with satisfaction.
"It's clean, bro."
Xiao Xin's brows furrowed, looking at him like he was a monster: "Aren't you disgusting...?"
This thing doesn't look like someone with OCD at all.
Fu Yan smiled, taking in the disdain in his eyes, and scooped a spoonful of strawberry cake for him, saying, "Come on, brother, have some cake."
Xiao Xin stared at him as she took a bite of cake, her tightly furrowed brows relaxing.
The cake seems to be tasting better and better...
He used a bit of force to snatch the spoon and cake from Fu Yan's hands and began to eat heartily.
Seeing him eating so fast, Fu Yan smiled and advised, "Brother, don't eat so fast, be careful not to choke."
After he finished speaking, he went to get Xiao Xin a cup of hot water.
After finishing the cake and drinking water, Xiao Xin leaned against the headboard and let out a satisfied burp.
He gently stroked his stomach and said to Fu Yan, "Do you know how I lost my abs?"
Fu Yan: "?"
“It’s because you fed him strawberry cake,” Xiao Xin said.
Fu Yan: "But you can say whatever you want, I didn't force you..."
"Okay, then I won't eat it anymore." Xiao Xin interrupted him, crossed her arms, and turned her head to the side.
Fu Yan inexplicably saw a childlike quality in Xiao Xin.
He pinched Xiao Xin's chin, turned it straight, and when he saw the light pink cream on Xiao Xin's lips, he couldn't help but slowly lean closer.
Xiao Xin immediately raised her hand to cover his mouth: "No, you're allergic to strawberries."
After a brief standoff, Fu Yan stepped back and took a tissue to wipe Xiao Xin's mouth.
Without the cream on his lips, Fu Yan once again covered those soft lips with his own.
The atmosphere gradually heated up until Xiao Xin was breathless from the kiss and he patted Fu Yan's shoulder weakly.
Fu Yan sensed his resistance, propped himself up on top of Xiao Xin, took a breath, and then reached up to unbutton his pajamas.
Xiao Xin's face was flushed from the kisses. He was panting and shook his head, pressing down on Fu Yan's hand: "No more, it hurts..."
Fu Yan paused in his unbuttoning, then remembered that he hadn't applied the medicine to Xiao Xin yet.
"I'm sorry, brother..."
He stepped aside, washed his hands, knelt down beside Xiao Xin, took out the ointment from his clothes, and applied some to his fingertips.
Xiao Xin looked terrified when she saw his actions: "What are you going to do?"
Fu Yan held his ankle with one hand and looked up at Xiao Xin: "Brother, let me apply the medicine for you."
Xiao Xin's face flushed red again: "Let go, I'll do it myself."
Fu Yan ignored him, "Brother can't see, he can't do it well..."
Xiao Xin didn't even have the strength to kick him now, and suddenly regretted it.
As Fu Yan applied the medicine, his ears grew increasingly dry. He covered his eyes with his arm, not wanting Fu Yan to see his expression.
There is no moment more shameful in life than this.
After Fu Yan finished applying the medicine, he noticed a large red patch above his brother's neck and teased him in the ear, "Is your brother shy?"
Xiao Xin bit her lip, remaining motionless: "..."
Fu Yan deliberately breathed into his ear: "But you were so proactive yesterday, I really liked it..."
“Fu Yan!” Xiao Xin lowered her arm and glared at him.
Fu Yan pinched his chin and placed a kiss on the corner of his lips: "Brother, don't call me Fu Yan, call me baby like yesterday, I love it when you call me that..."
He kissed Xiao Xin's lips all the way to his earlobe, nuzzling against his neck: "Hmm? Brother, okay, call me baby..."
Xiao Xin clenched her fists at her sides, gritting her teeth and refusing to look at him.
That's ridiculous, it's just a dog that spams QQ.
Xiao Xin gritted his teeth and didn't yell. Fu Yan didn't want to bother him anymore, so he straightened his clothes, tidied up the tableware, and left the bedroom.
Xiao Xin watched his departing figure and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but soon, a sense of melancholy rose in her heart. Was what he did the right thing?
Yesterday, I acted impulsively and did *that* with him. Will Fu Yan blame me after he regains his memory?
Whether Fu Yan blames him or continues to like him, Xiao Xin accepts it, because it is his own choice.
He was simply following his instincts.
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