He was about to ask something else when Xiao Xin interrupted him first: "I'm fine, let's go home."
Fu Yan saw that his eyes had cleared up considerably and smiled gently: "Okay, let's go home."
He withdrew his hand, feeling that Xiao Xin was acting strangely, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he simply stopped talking.
When they got home, Fu Yan noticed that Xiao Xin wasn't feeling well, so he didn't bother him and quietly went to the kitchen to cook.
Xiao Xin took off his down jacket, and the cold wind made him shiver uncontrollably. He quickly grabbed a bath towel and went into the bathroom, not lingering outside for even a second.
He turned on the shower, and the steaming water poured over him from head to toe. The comfortable water temperature washed away all the unpleasantness in his mind, and for a moment his mind went blank, and his restless heart calmed down.
Half an hour later, Xiao Xin came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and smelled the aroma of food.
The enticing aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. Xiao Xin went back to her bedroom, put on a thick nightgown, and headed towards the kitchen.
Fu Yan was cooking the last dish when he heard Xiao Xin's footsteps and turned around to look at him.
"Are you hungry, brother?"
Xiao Xin nodded. "Mm."
His gaze lingered on Fu Yan's face for a second before he walked to the dining table, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and began to eat by himself.
Fu Yan didn't say anything, but plated the last dish of stir-fried vegetables and brought it over.
He took off his apron, served Xiao Xin a bowl of rice, and then sat down opposite him.
Xiao Xin didn't stand on ceremony with him, stuffing her mouth full while eating, and had no time to pay attention to Fu Yan.
He used to eat very slowly, but today he seemed to be deliberately speeding up.
Fu Yan tried to speak to him several times, but seeing Xiao Xin wolfing down his food, he simply said, "Brother, eat slowly, be careful not to choke..."
"Cough cough cough..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Xin covered his mouth and coughed until his face turned red.
Fu Yan poured him a glass of water, and Xiao Xin quickly took it and drank a couple of sips.
He clutched his chest for a while to calm himself down before his throat, which had been choked by the chili peppers, finally felt better.
Fu Yan stood beside him, patting his back and asking softly, "Are you feeling better, brother?"
Xiao Xin pushed his hand away and pointed with her chopsticks to the seat opposite her: "Sit back down."
Now, Xiao Xin felt a strange sense of suffocation whenever Fu Yan got even a little close to him.
I feel depressed and uncomfortable.
This feeling came suddenly, and he didn't know why for a while.
Fu Yan saw that his expression had relaxed a bit before he sat back down in his own seat.
He's been raising money to open a studio for Xiao Xin, thinking he'll surprise her and save her the trouble of finding work.
However, due to insufficient funds, he could only use his spare time to find companies to cooperate with.
Fu Yan ate his meal silently, noticing Xiao Xin's indifferent expression, and thought to himself that he must give him a surprise later.
Fu Yan felt secretly pleased when he thought about Xiao Xin's shocked and excited expression when she saw the studio.
During the meal, the two were each lost in their own thoughts.
After the meal, Fu Yan went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Xiao Xin leaned against the bedside table and played a few games.
He got a little bored while playing, so he exited the game and was about to put his phone down when he received two messages from Mo Xuan.
Xiao Xin casually tapped into the WeChat chat interface.
Mo Xuan sent him a link, along with a text message.
Mo Xuan: "I forgot to tell you during the day, but a year ago Fu Yan had a big incident. I've sent you the link, take a look yourself, and ask me if you don't understand anything."
Just as Xiao Xin was about to click the link, Mo Xuan sent another WeChat message: "Remember to come to work tomorrow."
Xiao Xin replied with an "okay" and then didn't say anything more.
The company Mo Xuan wanted him to go to was a new company, it seemed to be just starting out and hadn't gone public yet.
Xiao Xin didn't care how big the company was, as long as he had a place to work, he was fine with whatever else happened.
Just as he was about to click the link, Fu Yan walked in wearing a bathrobe and drying his hair with a towel.
Xiao Xin's hand trembled, and she hurriedly buried her phone under the covers.
Fu Yan saw Xiao Xin staring blankly at him, turned his head and smiled: "Why are you looking at me like that, brother?"
Looking at the smile on his lips, Xiao Xin's heart started racing for no reason, as if she had been caught doing something wrong.
His chest rose and fell slightly, he swallowed, and his fingers tightened around his phone.
Fu Yan rubbed his wet hair as he walked towards Xiao Xin.
He knelt by the bed, loosening his belt with one hand, his eyes blatant as he looked at Xiao Xin: "Brother, it seems like it's been three days..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Xin slapped a pillow at his face and said coldly, "I want to sleep alone tonight. Go next door."
Fu Yan removed the pillow, knelt down by the bed, and spread his bathrobe to reveal a pair of well-defined abdominal muscles.
He grabbed Xiao Xin's hand and placed it on his chest, asking with a smile, "Are you sure, bro?"
Under the light, Fu Yan's facial features seemed to be diffused, his wet hair hung down slightly, and he exuded an aura of asceticism.
Xiao Xin's heart skipped a beat. He abruptly pulled his hand back, looked into Fu Yan's eyes, and frowned slightly: "Stop fooling around."
Fu Yan threw away the towel in his hand, grabbed Xiao Xin's head with one hand, and leaned down to slowly approach his face.
Warm breath brushed against his face. Xiao Xin froze for two seconds. Just as Fu Yan's lips were about to touch his, Xiao Xin moved his body back, instantly widening the distance between them.
Fu Yan paused slightly, looking quietly at Xiao Xin.
Gradually, he noticed the resistance in Xiao Xin's eyes, and felt a strange pang in his heart.
His brother seems to be serious...
Realizing this, Fu Yan's eyes reddened, and he called out softly, somewhat hurt, "Brother..."
Xiao Xin slapped away his hand from the back of her head, pushed the pillow she was holding against his chest again, and said with her eyes downcast, "I really want to sleep alone tonight..."
Seeing Xiao Xin's indifferent expression, which didn't seem like he was joking, Fu Yan couldn't help but furrow his brow.
The two remained locked in a silent stalemate for thirty seconds before Fu Yan conceded defeat.
His brow relaxed, and he whispered "Okay." Then he picked up the pillow, sighed as he looked at Xiao Xin's stubborn face, and turned to walk towards the door.
Xiao Xin remained stiff until he heard the door close, then he lay down on the edge of the bed and sighed in despair.
After calming down for a while, Xiao Xin took her phone out of bed again and clicked on the link Mo Xuan had sent.
As soon as the link opened, Xiao Xin's eyes were drawn to the large, blood-red text:
Xiao Xin didn't feel anything about those big characters and kept flipping through the pages with a skeptical attitude.
Until his finger slid to a picture.
The background of the picture is the floor of a bar, surrounded by smoke and grime, with several distorted figures projected onto the subject of the photo—a blood-soaked "person".
The face of the "person" lying on the ground was blurred out, and the limbs were mangled and bloody from being bitten by the wolfhounds nearby, with the white bones barely visible...
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