Fu Yan pressed Xiao Xin's wrists down with his right hand, pinning him to the sofa, his body half-suspended above Xiao Xin.
He used his free hand to pinch Xiao Xin's chin, forcing those slightly flustered eyes to look directly at him.
Xiao Xin's wrist was pinned down and he couldn't move. He glared at Fu Yan and said, "Get off me first."
Xiao Xin's face was full of resistance, which was exposed to Fu Yan without any attempt to hide it.
Fu Yan's gaze swept over Xiao Xin's face, finally settling on Xiao Xin's lips: "Brother's mouth is good at lying."
A deep, magnetic voice pierced Xiao Xin's eardrums, stirring his chest.
Fu Yan was extremely close to him, and Xiao Xin could clearly feel his every breath.
Xiao Xin was stunned, and her heartbeat began to beat rhythmically in sync with Fu Yan's breathing.
A faint woody scent lingered around his nose, and Xiao Xin was so overwhelmed by his presence that he could barely breathe.
As Fu Yan watched Xiao Xin's face grow increasingly red, he suddenly wondered if Xiao Xin would beg for mercy.
He thought that if Xiao Xin begged for mercy, he would let him go.
Xiao Xin stared at those increasingly obscure eyes, his thoughts suddenly drifting elsewhere, stirring up distant memories.
In the past, when He Yunzhou joked and played around with him, those eyes were always fixed on him like that.
Xiao Xin's heart was beating faster and faster, and she even forgot to resist.
Fu Yan drew closer and closer to him, their breaths mingling, the atmosphere rising to an extreme level of ambiguity.
Xiao Xin forgot to resist, letting those eyes get closer and closer to her.
Fu Yan noticed that Xiao Xin was in a daze. His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he suddenly stopped when he was only a millimeter away from Xiao Xin's lips.
His lips brushed against Xiao Xin's face, and he whispered close to Xiao Xin's flushed ear, "Brother, I've already told you not to look at me like that..."
He noticed it yesterday: Xiao Xin would often stare blankly at his face, as if she were thinking of someone else.
His chest pressed against Xiao Xin's, and Xiao Xin felt the intense heat emanating from him through the fabric.
He snapped back to his senses from the heat and lowered his head to bite Fu Yan's collarbone hard.
Fu Yan winced in pain, buried his face in Xiao Xin's ear, and let out a low groan, his grip on Xiao Xin's wrist tightening involuntarily.
Xiao Xin heard his muffled groan, loosened his teeth, and felt Fu Yan's suppressed panting in his ear. He smiled and chuckled softly in Fu Yan's ear: "Little rascal, aren't you getting up?"
Fu Yan didn't move because Xiao Xin's thigh was pressed against his lower abdomen.
Xiao Xin could feel his reaction as soon as he lifted his leg slightly.
Seeing that he was standing there motionless, Xiao Xin said loudly, "Is my body easy to lie on?"
Using him as a human cushion would cost an extra price.
Fu Yan was taken aback, then nodded with his head buried against the side of his neck.
Xiao Xin's eyes narrowed, and he lifted his leg slightly.
It would have been better if he hadn't lifted it, but after lifting it, Xiao Xin was speechless.
Did he pick up a Teddy bear instead of a German Shepherd?
"Do you need to see a doctor?" Xiao Xin softened her tone first, asking him in a consultative manner.
Fu Yan shook his head and said in a muffled voice in his ear, "Why see a doctor?"
Xiao Xin: "Reproductive Medicine Department."
Fu Yan suddenly understood what he was talking about and asked, "But didn't you say this was normal...?"
Xiao Xin: "..."
Is this normal?
However, when Xiao Xin thought about Fu Yan's age, he suddenly felt it was normal.
Twenty years old is a normal age when one is full of vigor and vitality.
But what does it matter to him whether Fu Yan is normal or not?
Xiao Xin lowered her voice and whispered a warning in his ear: "Are you sure you don't want to get up?"
Seeing that Xiao Xin already knew what had happened, Fu Yan decided to go all the way and used Xiao Xin as a cushion, lying down on top of him.
Xiao Xin groaned, as if he could hear his bones breaking.
"Fu...Yan!"
Xiao Xin's face was sinister, and he clenched his fists, but because his hands were restrained by Fu Yan, he didn't even have a chance to resist.
Fu Yan buried her face in the crook of his neck and hummed in agreement, "Brother, I'm here."
Xiao Xin: "..."
What did this person eat to grow up so heavy?
Fu Yan shifted his legs, finding a more comfortable position to hold Xiao Xin, but his hands still didn't let go of her.
Xiao Xin then realized that Fu Yan was pressing him down with his right hand, and frowned, asking, "Is your hand alright?"
Fu Yan: "Yeah, thanks to you feeding me yesterday, my hand recovered quickly, so please continue to feed me from now on."
Xiao Xin was suffocating under him, writhing beneath Fu Yan, holding her breath: "Get off me right now, I'm going to be crushed to death by you..."
Fu Yan rubbed against his thigh, "Brother, I feel terrible..."
"What does your discomfort have to do with me?"
"That's because he's my older brother."
Xiao Xin: "?"
He was shocked and couldn't understand it.
Could he consult Yu Muqing first before resolving this matter?
Xiao Xin said, "I told you not to get so close to me, but you didn't listen. So it has nothing to do with me. You have to solve it yourself."
Fu Yan asked, bewildered, "Brother, how do I solve this myself? I don't know how..."
Xiao Xin: "Are you genuinely ignorant or just pretending?"
Fu Yan nodded: "I really don't understand..."
Xiao Xin shut up, not wanting to talk anymore. Judging from Fu Yan's posture, he was planning to lie on him until he was satisfied before getting up.
"Brother..." Fu Yan called out again when he saw that he didn't speak.
Xiao Xin felt dizzy and sleepy.
Fu Yan asked, "Don't you like me being near you?"
Xiao Xin looked at the pristine white ceiling and blinked: "Hmm..."
"So, do you like that girl from earlier and that man from yesterday getting close to you?"
Xiao Xin frowned: "How did you come to this conclusion?"
Fu Yan: "Because when they get close to you, you don't resist at all. I like them, but I don't like me."
"Does it matter whether I like you or not?" Xiao Xin sighed helplessly.
His hand was numb from being pressed down, but Fu Yan just wouldn't let go of him.
Fu Yan paused for a moment after hearing what he said, then gently rubbed his lips against his ear and breathed hot air into it: "I always feel that before I lost my memory, there was someone I really liked."
Xiao Xin wanted to say what it was to do with him, but to spare Fu Yan's feelings, he patiently replied perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, you have someone you really like, so can you let go of me now?"
Fu Yan's eyes darkened, and instead of loosening his grip, he tightened his hold on Xiao Xin, continuing to ask, "Aren't you curious about who the person I like is?"
Xiao Xin blurted out before she even thought: "Who?"
Fu Yan thought for two seconds and whispered in his ear, "A person who wears a star necklace and is very gentle."
Xiao Xin suddenly opened her eyes wide, and those three words popped into her mind—Jiang Yuqing…
Fu Yan felt his body stiffen, and continued, "Brother, I think the person I used to like very much was you..."
Xiao Xin blinked, her lips trembling slightly, and immediately retorted, "No, it wasn't me. Besides, there are many people who have that necklace. How can you be sure it was me..."
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