Fu Yan remained motionless, looking down at Xiao Xin, his lips bitten until they ached.
The two were in an awkward position facing each other, and Xiao Xin found the kiss uncomfortable, so she simply straddled Fu Yan's lap.
The two bodyguards in the front row glanced at the two of them through the rearview mirror.
Fu Yan didn't even look up, and warned coldly, "If you look again, you'll gouge your own eyes out."
"Yes." The two bodyguards replied in unison, then sheepishly looked away.
Fu Yan didn't react at all. Xiao Xin cupped Fu Yan's face and recklessly demanded kisses from his lips, doing something foolish and thankless.
After kissing for a while, Fu Yan still wouldn't open his mouth. Xiao Xin frowned, and impatiently snapped, "Open your mouth..."
Fu Yan couldn't help but laugh when he saw him looking angry, like a child who hadn't gotten candy.
He put his arm around Xiao Xin's waist, leaned close to his ear and chuckled, "You don't even know who I am, so why should I listen to you?"
Xiao Xin kissed his earlobe, igniting a fire in his ear: "Fu Yan, I... feel unwell."
Fu Yan laughed again: "Brother, you recognize me this time?"
Xiao Xin is now in a state of abnormal agitation, and the emptiness in his heart seems to be tearing him apart and then swallowing him into a bottomless black hole.
He buried his head in Fu Yan's neck, breathing heavily with discomfort. A warm current surged in his lower abdomen. Reason and desire were pulling him in opposite directions, and he tightened his grip on Fu Yan's neck.
He couldn't see Fu Yan's expression, and bit at his neck in a fit of rage, recklessly setting himself on fire.
Fu Yan wasn't annoyed, and deliberately teased him in the ear: "Brother, do you want me to *you* in front of other people?"
Xiao Xin didn't care about anything else and whispered impatiently in his ear, "Mmm..."
Fu Yan chuckled, unzipped Xiao Xin's waistband, and tilted his head back to cover her soft lips with his.
"..."
Soon after, the sound of clothes tearing echoed in the car, and a wave of ambiguous heat surged through the carriage.
The two bodyguards in the front row looked annoyed, their expressions numb and uncomfortable. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, they both took out sunglasses from their pockets and put them on.
...
The next day.
Xiao Xin woke up in a strange room on a large bed. He sniffed, the room filled with the familiar scent of sandalwood, mixed with a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.
Xiao Xin's mind cleared instantly, and he propped himself up on the bed.
The room was in a mess, with torn curtains partially obscuring the French windows, allowing sunlight to stream in through the gaps and fall on the chairs that were lying haphazardly over.
Pillows were scattered everywhere, the room was a mess, and the various marks on the sofa and bed reminded him of what had happened last night.
Xiao Xin rubbed her messy hair and was just about to get up when the bathroom door suddenly opened.
He glanced up slightly and met Fu Yan's gaze as Fu Yan walked out of the bathroom.
"..." The two only looked at each other for a second before Xiao Xin looked away.
Fu Yan, shirtless with a loosely wrapped bath towel around his waist, walked towards the coffee table while drying his hair with a towel.
He picked up his water glass, took a sip, and then turned to Xiao Xin, saying, "You can go wash up now."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Xin belatedly looked down at himself.
"..."
His body was covered in a dense network of bite marks or pinch marks, he looked utterly dejected and a pitiful sight...
Xiao Xin closed his eyes uncomfortably, feeling a wave of dizziness.
He shook his head, and after taking only two steps in his slippers, he suddenly knelt down on both knees with a thud.
Xiao Xin frowned, gritting his teeth and swallowing back the pain and humiliation.
He struggled to his feet, supporting himself with one hand, but his waist, abdomen, and legs ached terribly. Finally, he lost his strength and fell heavily back to the ground.
Fu Yan sat on the sofa, swinging his legs comfortably, and watched quietly for a while.
Seeing Xiao Xin sitting on the ground, he chuckled and said, "If you need help, just call me."
Xiao Xin's fingertips slowly tightened, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, as if he was trying his best to endure the discomfort.
There's not a single part of him that's in good condition right now.
Yesterday she was completely limp, but now that she's sober, she's back to being stubbornly obstinate.
Fu Yan crossed his arms, not in a hurry. He just wanted to see how long Xiao Xin could be stubborn.
The two remained locked in this stalemate for a few minutes when the sound of a vibrating phone suddenly broke the silence.
Fu Yan tapped on his phone on the coffee table and turned on the speakerphone.
Yu Muqing's angry voice came through the receiver: "Fu Yan! Where are you?"
Fu Yan glanced at the time; it was three in the afternoon.
He didn't go to the company today and disappeared without a trace, so it's understandable that Yu Muqing would be angry.
“Dead,” he replied.
"..."
Yu Muqing: "Fu Yan, I don't care what you're doing, get back to the company right now!"
Fu Yan didn't say anything, just turned off his phone and threw it on the sofa next to him.
He crossed his arms and turned his gaze back to Xiao Xin: "Brother, this is my new villa, do you like it?"
Xiao Xin felt a chill run down her spine. She twisted her stiff neck and turned to look at Fu Yan: "You..."
When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
Xiao Xin was surprised for a moment, then said, "Isn't that childish..."
Fu Yan met his cold gaze and smiled, "Yes, I am childish."
He then gave a bitter smile: "My brother is disobedient, what can I do if I'm not naive?"
Xiao Xin: "..."
Fu Yan rested his hands behind his head, looking down at Xiao Xin kneeling on the ground: "You're quite capable. That day, I only left you for a few hours, and you managed to escape the bodyguards' sight and even ran off to a place like that..."
Fu Yan felt a surge of anger just thinking about what Xiao Xin might have done at the club these past few days.
He stood up and slowly walked towards Xiao Xin, squatted down beside him, and looked down at Xiao Xin: "How many people have you hung out with these past few days since you left me, brother?"
Xiao Xin laughed in anger, looked at him, and snorted coldly: "I haven't counted."
As expected, Fu Yan frowned, grabbed Xiao Xin's chin, and forced him to look at him: "So, you left me and went there just to get yourself dirty?"
Xiao Xin smiled faintly, neither confirming nor denying: "What, are you only now complaining that I'm dirty?"
Fu Yan's brows relaxed, and he chuckled, "Fine, you want to get dirty, huh?"
"I will grant your wish."
The next second, Xiao Xin was picked up by the waist and before he could struggle, Fu Yan kicked open the bathroom door and threw him into the bathtub.
Xiao Xin felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and the pain made him gasp for breath.
Fu Yan filled the tub with hot water, pulled open the towel around his waist, and stepped into the bathtub.
The oval bathtub is like a small swimming pool, more than enough to accommodate two people.
The bathtub is by the window, and the roses outside sway in the breeze, as if waving to the person inside.
Steam rose in the air. Xiao Xin, leaning against the edge of the bathtub, wiped the water droplets from her face and looked blankly at Fu Yan: "You might as well kill me than trap me here."
Fu Yan stroked Xiao Xin's chin, a smile playing on his lips: "What are you saying, brother? Focus..."
He lifted Xiao Xin's chin and stuffed something into his mouth.
Xiao Xin swallowed subconsciously; it was still very bitter, but a little better than yesterday's.
What did you feed me this time?
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