He opened his lips in discomfort, wanting to speak but unable to utter a single word; his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't open them no matter what he did.
Xiao Xin felt terrible all over, but couldn't speak, only sobbing softly.
Fu Yan was a light sleeper, and upon hearing Xiao Xin's soft humming, he immediately opened his eyes.
Xiao Xin frowned, his face was flushed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Fu Yan touched Xiao Xin's face, his fingertips brushing against Xiao Xin's burning skin, feeling as if his entire palm was on fire.
Xiao Xin has a fever.
Looking at his pained and distressed face, Fu Yan inexplicably sensed something was wrong.
He cupped Xiao Xin's face in his hands and slowly leaned closer to him. "Brother, how about I cool you down?"
Xiao Xin was no longer listening to him; he could only close his eyes tightly, clutch the blanket, and tremble all over.
Fu Yan took it as tacit agreement, got up, went to the living room to get ice, went into the bedroom, and then put a piece in his mouth.
He placed the remaining ice on the bedside table, propped himself up on one hand above Xiao Xin, pinched Xiao Xin's chin, and fed the ice into his mouth.
Xiao Xin was so stimulated by the ice that he couldn't stop shivering.
The sensation of experiencing both ice and fire made him feel as if he had ascended to heaven.
Xiao Xin closed his eyes, his mind hazy, wondering if he was about to die...
The most unbearable thing wasn't the hot or cold reaction, but the suffocating feeling of having my breath stolen back.
Fu Yan pressed him down, his tongue swirling between his lips and teeth, causing the ice cubes to grind his nerves more and more fiercely each time.
But Xiao Xin had no strength; he couldn't push away the demon pressing down on him.
I feel so bad...
He tried to call out, but he couldn't even make a basic sound.
Xiao Xin was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. He could only endure the pain that Fu Yan had brought him.
Overnight, Fu Yan seemed like a completely different person.
Xiao Xin felt terrible. If he was the one who caused this situation, then he would accept it.
Perhaps, if Fu Yan tortures him to death, all the pain will be gone...
Xiao Xin thought this negatively.
“I heard that when you have a fever, your face will feel very hot, I want to try it…” Fu Yan whispered in his ear.
Xiao Xin: "..."
Can he still say no now?
No, he couldn't even make a sound.
Fu Yan wasn't sure if he could hear her, so she picked up the ice cube and fiddled with it in her hand, then said, "When I said 'try,' I meant to put ice in..."
"..." Xiao Xin wished she were deaf right now.
He suddenly regretted provoking Fu Yan earlier.
Fu Yan... seems unafraid of torturing him to death.
Xiao Xin felt a dense, persistent pain in his heart. He wanted to cry but couldn't shed a tear. His eyes were swollen and painful, and his throat was hoarse. If this continued, he would either become mute or blind.
"Ugh..." Xiao Xin was so cold that she lost her senses, clutching the blanket tightly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Fu Yan really did release him.
Xiao Xin didn't know what kind of expression he had. He only felt that his eyes were very swollen and probably didn't look good...
He breathed weakly, like a dying fish. A fish that swims to the shore can at least struggle a bit, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle.
He now felt that Fu Yan was really a scoundrel...
“I wanted to try it when my brother first had a fever,” Fu Yan said regretfully, “but unfortunately, my brother still loved me then. I couldn’t bear to see him in pain, and I didn’t want him to cry…”
Xiao Xin didn't speak; his mind was burning up and about to shut down.
Fu Yan continued to chatter in his ear: "But it's different now. I want to see my brother get messed up by me, and then cry and beg for mercy..."
“It’s a pity,” Fu Yan sighed, “it seems I’ve squeezed all of my brother’s tears out.”
"But even when he's broken, he's still so beautiful, I love it..."
Fu Yan kissed his forehead as she spoke, "I won't allow anyone else but me to see you like this, brother."
"Actually, the first time I saw you, I wanted to make you cry like this..."
"But how can you say you've never loved me?"
How could that be?
Fu Yan was both angry and resentful, and he vented all his anger on Xiao Xin, disregarding Xiao Xin's life or death...
He wanted Xiao Xin to feel all the pain in his heart.
In Xiao Xin's mind, phantoms overlapped, various fragments of memory flashed, and then vanished into nothingness.
Just before Xiao Xin fainted, he heard Fu Yan whisper in his ear, "The more pain you feel on my body, the more pain I feel in my heart..."
Xiao Xin blinked slowly and silently said: Shameless.
Then he fell into a deep sleep.
…………
When Xiao Xin woke up again, he heard a loud slap in his ear.
"Smack—"
Then came Yu Muqing's angry shouts: "Fu Yan! Do you want to kill someone?"
Fu Yan was absent from work for three days, and Yu Muqing searched for him for three days. The company was in an uproar, and Yu Muqing's mental state was almost driven to the brink of collapse by him.
Xiao Xin slowly opened her eyes and blinked leisurely.
Am I still alive?
Fu Yan stared directly at Yu Muqing, looking at him with righteous indignation: "If anyone's going to die, it's me who killed them. What does it have to do with you?"
His stubborn refusal to admit his mistake left Yu Muqing speechless with anger.
Yu Muqing pointed at Fu Yan's nose, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
Xiao Xin glanced to the side and saw the tall figure with his back to him, as well as Yu Muqing's furious face.
He opened his lips and called out, "Mr. Yu..."
When he opened his mouth, his voice was as hoarse as a broken piano.
Xiao Xin shut his mouth; at least he didn't become mute.
Yu Muqing noticed Xiao Xin's movement and kicked Fu Yan: "Get out of here first."
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