"Pfft—" Xiao Xin realized what was happening and spat out the water that had just reached his throat.
Fu Yan's idea was so absurd that he was momentarily overwhelmed.
Xiao Xin didn't know why Fu Yanye had this idea about him; something must have gone wrong somewhere.
Xiao Xin took a breath, but accidentally choked on the water remaining in his throat. His chest heaved violently, and he coughed lightly twice, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
Seeing that he had choked on the water, Fu Yan quickly took the water cup from his hand and gently patted Xiao Xin's back to help him catch his breath.
Xiao Xin caught her breath, hooked her arm around Fu Yan's neck, and closed the distance between them.
He looked directly into Fu Yan's eyes and said earnestly, "Listen, little dog."
Fu Yan lifted his eyelids to look at Xiao Xin, a flash of worry crossing his eyes. He looked at Xiao Xin with confusion and asked, "What's wrong, brother?"
Xiao Xin was taken aback by his innocent and pure gaze, and for a moment thought she had misunderstood Fu Yan's meaning.
He shook his head, looked at Fu Yan and said, "The person you liked before wasn't me, so don't have any of those messy thoughts about me..."
Fu Yan has lost his memory. Xiao Xin doesn't know if the client knows about this. He will have to discuss countermeasures with the client before deciding whether to continue with the previous plan.
After all, Fu Yan was injured for him, and he still took advantage of Fu Yan's words; his conscience just wouldn't let him get over it.
Xiao Xin vaguely felt that the person Fu Yan loved most in the depths of his memory was Jiang Yuqing, not him, and he didn't want to accompany Fu Yan astray.
Fu Yan suddenly cupped his face and asked him, "The one I used to like, wasn't it you, brother?"
Xiao Xin nodded. "Yes, it wasn't me."
Who is that?
"Knock knock knock..." A brief knock on the door broke the tense atmosphere between the two.
Xiao Xin pulled his hands down, knowing that it must have been the bodyguard who brought the food. She stood up and said to Fu Yan, "I don't know, but it wasn't me."
After saying that, he walked towards the door.
Fu Yan sat down on the sofa, looking at Xiao Xin's back as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally shut his mouth.
Xiao Xin was definitely lying; his expression betrayed him.
Since Xiao Xin wouldn't say, he had no choice but to accept Xiao Xin as the culprit.
One day, he will make Xiao Xin feel his sincerity.
...
While Fu Yan was eating, Xiao Xin noticed that the red marks around his wrist had been scratched again, the fine wounds oozing blood, the red color strikingly bright.
While he was eating, Xiao Xin went to get a first-aid kit.
After finishing his meal, Fu Yan took the medicine Xiao Xin gave him. He was well-behaved throughout and not as fussy as he was yesterday.
Xiao Xin opened the first-aid kit, sat down next to Fu Yan, and took his left hand.
Fu Yan looked at Xiao Xin quietly without saying a word.
He knew that Xiao Xin was going to apply medicine to him.
Xiao Xin dipped a cotton swab in iodine and gently pressed it against the bleeding wound to disinfect it.
The bruise looked like it had been tied with a rope about the width of a finger, and the wounds were repeatedly overlapping, so it looked like they had never healed, similar to the wound on Fu Yan's chest.
Xiao Xin pressed her hand on the wound a little too hard, and Fu Yan frowned slightly and hissed.
Xiao Xin looked up at him: "Does it hurt?"
Fu Yan nodded: "A little."
Xiao Xin lowered her eyes and muttered, "So pretentious."
But since Fu Yan was the young master, he still held Fu Yan's hand and gently blew on the wound.
From Fu Yan's angle, he could just see Xiao Xin's long, slender eyelashes fluttering like two little brushes, making Fu Yan's heart itch.
Xiao Xin has a beautiful face, fair and delicate skin, and exquisite features.
Fu Yan looked at his bright red lips and couldn't help but clench her fists.
With this exertion, the wound began to bleed again, so he had no choice but to look away from Xiao Xin's face and close his eyes tightly.
Seeing that the wound, which had been healing, was starting to bleed again, Xiao Xin couldn't help but pat Fu Yan's clenched fist and scolded him, "Let go, the wound has reopened!"
Fu Yan then slowly released his grip and said, "I'm sorry..."
Xiao Xin glanced at him, dipped a cotton swab in some ointment, and gently applied it to the wound. She sighed, "What can I say about you? You've wronged not me, but yourself."
Fu Yan is the kind of person who can easily be sold out and then help the seller count the money.
If Fu Yan hadn't gone to his house without warning, he wouldn't have gotten into this mess.
Fu Yan shut his mouth and didn't respond. The cool ointment felt very comfortable on the wound, and the burning pain was slightly relieved.
While Xiao Xin was treating Fu Yan's wound, she began to feel curious about it.
He blurted out, "Why did you scratch it just now?"
Fu Yan snapped out of his reverie and said in a low voice, "Because I feel uncomfortable..."
Xiao Xin asked in confusion, "Why..."
Fu Yan interrupted him: "Because the thought of my brother having had many girlfriends and not letting me get close to you makes me uncomfortable."
Xiao Xin threw the cotton swab into the trash can, and upon hearing Fu Yan's words, she slowed down her movements as she packed up the medicine box.
He wasn't stupid; he naturally understood the subtext in Fu Yan's words.
Xiao Xin turned to look at Fu Yan and suddenly realized that she understood Fu Yan less and less.
Fu Yan wouldn't mistake him for Jiang Yuqing and then transfer his feelings for Jiang Yuqing to him, would he?
Xiao Xin shook his head and murmured, "No, this is too terrible."
Then he turned around and quickly tidied up the first-aid kit on the coffee table.
Seeing him talking to himself, Fu Yan frowned and asked, "Brother, what's not good? What's too terrible?"
Xiao Xin packed away the medicine box and turned to look at Fu Yan with a serious expression.
Seeing Fu Yan's blank expression, he patted Fu Yan's chest: "You can't have feelings for me."
Fu Yan grabbed his wrist, a hint of urgency in his eyes: "Brother, what do you mean by that?"
Xiao Xin blinked lazily and explained, word by word, "It means you can't like me."
Fu Yan gripped his wrist tighter, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "Why, brother? Why can't I like you?"
Xiao Xin doesn't have a romantic partner, so why can't he like him?
Xiao Xin suddenly hesitated. Should he tell Fu Yan that the person Fu Yan used to like was actually Jiang Yuqing?
When Fu Yan saw that necklace last time, he almost died.
Xiao Xin shook his head; that definitely wouldn't work.
What if you tell Fu Yan that he already has someone he likes?
Then Fu Yan will definitely keep asking him who the person he likes is.
Xiao Xin was at her wit's end, so she simply gave a perfunctory answer: "Because I'm not interested in people who like me; I usually like people who don't like me."
Fu Yan was speechless: "..."
Xiao Xin's words completely shattered his illusions.
His eyes reddened, he released Xiao Xin's hand, and said with lowered eyes, "Okay, I understand, brother."
Sure enough, in Xiao Xin's eyes, he was just a big problem.
Since Xiao Xin isn't interested in people who like him, he can just secretly like them without telling Xiao Xin.
As Fu Yan thought this, he suddenly felt less sad, thinking that as long as Xiao Xin stayed by his side, that would be enough.
Fu Yan was only sad for two seconds, then suddenly asked Xiao Xin, "Brother, since we had no relationship before, why did you take care of me..."
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