Xiao Xin frowned: "?"
Fu Yan's gaze returned to its usual indifference, his dark eyes devoid of any emotion.
Xiao Xin's heart pounded. She hurriedly looked away, picked up the water glass that Fu Yan had drunk from, took a sip, and asked guiltily, "Is...is that so? You...you remember me?"
If Fu Yan remembers him and knows that he was injured because he took the blame for him, then he's probably doomed...
Fu Yan looked at the wound with water stains on the corner of his mouth, his brows furrowed slightly, but the frown vanished in an instant.
Xiao Xin noticed him staring at the corner of her mouth, and subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the water stains from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
Fu Yan, with a cold face, pressed down on Xiao Xin's hand that was raised in mid-air, slightly bent his index finger to hook Xiao Xin's chin, and gently rubbed the wound on the corner of Xiao Xin's mouth with the pad of his thumb.
Xiao Xin was startled by his action, her hand gripping the cup tightened, and her knuckles turned slightly white.
"..."
The air was quiet; Xiao Xin could even feel his own heartbeat.
Fu Yan always remembered him... so everything just now was just his disguise.
Fu Yan shifted her gaze from his lips to his eyes: "Yes, I remember you."
Xiao Xin awkwardly began, "Then you..."
"You saved me in the alley..."
Fu Yan interrupted him, continuing to gently stroke his wound with her fingertips.
Xiao Xin swallowed hard, pursed her lips, and stared straight at Fu Yan: "And then..."
Fu Yan continued, "I also remember that you had a star pendant around your neck."
Xiao Xin raised an eyebrow: "So?"
Fu Yan glanced at his lips again: "I kissed the owner of that star necklace. Seeing the wound on your lip reminded me of you..."
"Huh?" Xiao Xin was increasingly confused, looking at Fu Yan with bewilderment.
Didn't Yu Muqing say that the original owner of that necklace was Jiang Yuqing?
Was the person Fu Yan mentioned who had kissed him, or Jiang Yuqing?
Fu Yan gradually approached Xiao Xin's face, looking directly into Xiao Xin's eyes: "Brother, the wound on your lip, was it me who did it?"
Seeing him so close, Xiao Xin's breathing quickened slightly. She hurriedly looked away, pursing her lips, and said, "Mmm..."
Fu Yan suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth, and the gloom between his brows and eyes was dispelled by that smile.
His hot breath receded from Xiao Xin's face, and he suddenly realized, "So, I kissed my brother before, and we were lovers?"
No wonder he only felt at ease when he was near Xiao Xin, and wanted to stay by Xiao Xin's side forever.
He asked the uncertain question with a confident tone, as if he already knew the answer in his heart.
Xiao Xin breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his nonsensical words; it seemed he didn't remember him.
He yanked Fu Yan's hand away from his chin and poked his forehead with his finger: "Did you eat too much and mess up your brain?"
Fu Yan grasped the hand that was poking his forehead and said weakly, "Brother, don't poke my head, it hurts so much..."
Xiao Xin was speechless with anger. He helplessly rubbed his forehead and said, "Well, you still remember that your brain is injured. It seems that you're not completely ruined yet."
Fu Yan lowered his eyes, squeezed his hand gently, and asked, "So, brother, were we lovers before...?"
"No!" Xiao Xin loudly denied.
Fu Yan was startled and gripped his hand even tighter.
He looked up at Xiao Xin with reddened eyes, his voice full of grievance: "Brother, really not?"
Seeing his tearful expression, Xiao Xin felt utterly overwhelmed.
Is it too late for him to kill this person now?
Xiao Xin covered his eyes with his hands and shook his head helplessly.
No, he can't be killed. This is worth "two hundred million," and murder is illegal. He can't do such a thing.
If you're going to kill someone, you have to wait until Fu Yan is sober. Right now, Fu Yan is an injured patient, and his mind is still impaired.
It would be dishonorable for him to beat him up now.
At the very least, he should wait for Fu Yan to make the first move, and then find a reasonable reason to retaliate. At that time, he can use the reason of "self-defense" to reduce his sentence.
Seeing Xiao Xin's troubled expression, Fu Yan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then took Xiao Xin's hand and shook it: "If you're not my lover, will you throw me away in the future?"
Xiao Xin gave him a speechless look: "What are you?"
Fu Yan's eyes were red, and he shook his head: "I'm not a thing."
Xiao Xin couldn't help but laugh out loud. He suppressed his laughter and pursed his lips, saying, "You really are a scoundrel."
Fu Yan shook his arm again: "Will you throw me away, brother?"
Xiao Xin covered her mouth, looking away: "You're not even a decent person, why would I throw you away?"
As soon as he said it, he wanted to laugh, but he held it in, his chest aching from holding it in.
I never expected Fu Yan to be so stupid. When he comes to his senses, will I be beaten to a pulp?
When Xiao Xin thought of this, it felt like he had been doused with cold water from head to toe, and he immediately lost the desire to laugh.
He turned to look at Fu Yan and saw that Fu Yan had tears in the corners of her eyes, was biting her lower lip, and was staring at him with teary eyes.
Coupled with the beauty mark at the corner of Fu Yan's eye, he looked pitiful and endearing, making people feel even more sorry for him.
Xiao Xin's cold and serious face instantly softened, and his eyes gradually became gentle.
Although he himself is prone to crying, he doesn't like others to cry, and he's not very good at comforting children.
When Fu Yan started crying, he was even more at a loss for what to do.
Xiao Xin felt something was off about this person crying in front of He Yunzhou, who was wearing He Yunzhou's face.
Because He Yunzhou had never cried in front of him.
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