Fu Yan put one arm around Xiao Xin's waist and the other hand on Xiao Xin's wrist, pulling those cold hands under the hem of his clothes and placing them on his burning abdomen.
"Brother's hands are so cold, let me warm them for you..."
Xiao Xin felt his chest heaving violently, and the awkward position made his ears gradually turn red.
Xiao Xin awkwardly pulled her hand away, "No need..."
Fu Yan held him tightly, and Xiao Xin was unable to break free.
Xiao Xin: "...Aren't you afraid my hands are cold?"
Fu Yan rested his chin on Xiao Xin's forehead, his warm breath spraying onto the ends of Xiao Xin's hair: "Don't be afraid, I like it very much."
Xiao Xin frowned: "What do you like?"
"Brother's hands are beautiful, I like them very much..." Fu Yan's deep voice swirled above Xiao Xin's head, winding its way into her ears.
Xiao Xin's body stiffened, and he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in the back of his head.
He closed his eyes helplessly, rested his forehead on Fu Yan's shoulder, and slowly exhaled, trying to control his uncontrollably accelerating heartbeat.
An ambiguous atmosphere gradually rose in the car. Even though the heater wasn't on, Xiao Xin felt a flush on her face.
He suddenly became too afraid to move or look up at Fu Yan.
He was afraid that if he made a move, Fu Yan would notice his blushing face and tease him.
Xiao Xin realized this and couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it, who's seducing whom here...?"
The air grew quieter and quieter, so quiet that Xiao Xin could only hear his own heartbeat.
He Yunzhou's face suddenly appeared in his mind, his heart pounding with fear.
Xiao Xin suddenly had a feeling of betraying He Yunzhou, even though He Yunzhou and he didn't have that kind of relationship.
"Brother, your heart is beating so fast..." Fu Yan's voice rang out at the right time, breaking the chaotic thoughts in Xiao Xin's mind.
He snapped back to his senses and, taking advantage of the moment when Fu Yan released him, withdrew his hand, which had been warmed by his touch.
Xiao Xin lowered her eyes, suppressing the panic in them, and opened the car door: "I'll go get the car."
Fu Yan noticed Xiao Xin's flushed face and the barely suppressed panic on his face.
His brother really can't hide his emotions...
Fu Yan had a smile on his lips, and seemed to be in a good mood.
Xiao Xin got into the driver's seat, closed the car door, turned on the heater, and unconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror.
Fu Yan leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and rested.
Xiao Xin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he wasn't looking at him. He stepped on the gas and slowly drove the car out of the garage.
No one spoke in the car the whole way; the atmosphere was very quiet.
Xiao Xin felt a little bored. The sky was dark, displaying the kind of gray he hated most.
Feeling a bit annoyed, Xiao Xin turned on the car stereo and randomly selected a song.
Soothing music flowed out slowly, drifting through the tranquil space.
Just by listening to the intro, Xiao Xin recognized it as his favorite song – "Always Quiet".
"The empty streets make me want to find someone to confide in..."
...
"My love for you has always been quiet, in exchange for the occasional care you give me..."
"It's supposed to be a movie for three people, but I never get a name..."
The melodious female voice soothed Xiao Xin's restless heart, and his mind gradually calmed down. Xiao Xin stepped on the gas and accelerated.
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After arriving home, Xiao Xin asked Fu Yan what he wanted to eat, and he ordered takeout.
The two of them hadn't eaten all day and were feeling unwell with empty stomachs.
Fu Yan didn't have much of an appetite, so he asked Xiao Xin to keep an eye on things.
Xiao Xin had a cold, and Fu Yan didn't seem to be feeling well either, so Xiao Xin didn't order anything too greasy.
During the meal, Xiao Xin sat opposite Fu Yan and asked him, "Does your head still hurt?"
Fu Yan shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore, brother."
Xiao Xin's nose was a little itchy, so she covered it with a tissue and sneezed.
Fu Yan frowned: "Brother, you have a cold..."
Xiao Xin's head was spinning. "Um, a little..."
As if remembering something, he said to Fu Yan, "Stay away from me these next few days. You'll be going to school in a few days, so don't let me infect you."
Fu Yan looked at Xiao Xin with a worried expression: "Brother, I'm not afraid of getting infected..."
"I'm scared!" Xiao Xin exclaimed anxiously, glaring angrily at Fu Yan.
Last time, that drop of "cream" scared Xiao Xin half to death. Don't be fooled by Fu Yan's big size; he's actually very fragile inside, like a delicate porcelain doll.
"Alright." Fu Yan lowered his eyes, poking at the black rice porridge in his bowl, and stopped arguing with Xiao Xin.
The two were supposed to sleep in separate rooms at night.
Fu Yan stood at Xiao Xin's door, clutching a pillow, and extended an invitation: "Brother, want to sleep together tonight...?"
He spoke in a low voice, knowing that Xiao Xin disagreed but still wanting to try, as he knew how to persuade Xiao Xin.
Xiao Xin was about to close the door when Fu Yan hurriedly braced his leg against the doorframe, pleading pitifully, "Brother, let's sleep together tonight. I can't sleep without seeing you..."
Xiao Xin had a headache, closed her eyes and sighed, "I have a cold, I can't pass it on to you."
"Brother caught a cold because he didn't sleep with me. Let me in, brother, okay?" Fu Yan blinked.
Xiao Xin hesitated, pressing her hand against the door as they remained locked in a stalemate: "No."
Fu Yan's eyes darkened: "Brother, aren't you afraid I'll bump my head if I sleep alone tonight?"
Xiao Xin glanced at him and said, "I have a cold, not that I'm stupid. I sleep better than you at night. When you're asleep, have I ever bothered you?"
"That's because I'm very careful when I sleep with my brother, so I didn't bump my head."
Fu Yan argued logically: "Besides, my brother likes to kick off the covers when he sleeps at night, and look, he caught a cold. The reason he didn't catch a cold when he slept with me the other day was because I covered him up with the covers every night..."
"Then I should thank you..." Xiao Xin's mind was buzzing. He couldn't argue with Fu Yan, so he let Fu Yan into the house without thinking.
He couldn't be bothered with Fu Yan anymore; his head really hurt.
Fu Yan smiled triumphantly, noticing the unnatural flush on his face, and reached out to touch his forehead: "Brother, it's so hot..."
Xiao Xin's face was flushed, looking like a ripe strawberry, especially her luscious lips, which looked extremely kissable...
While Fu Yan was lost in thought, Xiao Xin turned around, took out some fever reducers and cold medicine, mixed them with water, and drank them down.
Xiao Xin's lips were slightly damp, making her red lips appear even more rosy.
Fu Yan swallowed slightly, and as if possessed, reached out and wiped the water stains from the corner of Xiao Xin's mouth.
Looking into his burning gaze, Xiao Xin suddenly recalled Fu Yan's confession from last night.
He slapped Fu Yan's hand away from his lips, took a step back, avoided Fu Yan's gaze, and burrowed into the covers.
He had just crawled into bed when he shivered from the cold...
Xiao Xin gritted her teeth and endured the cold, turning her back to Fu Yan and saying, "Sleeping together is fine, but don't sit next to me."
After saying that, he pulled a tissue from the bedside table and sneezed loudly.
Fu Yan frowned slightly and answered with a faint "Okay".
Xiao Xin felt dizzy and closed his eyes, feeling the soft bed next to him sink in.
A constant stream of heat emanated from the side, making him shiver. He wanted to get closer, but reason held him back.
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