He tightened his grip on Fu Yan's nape slightly, his eyes darkening as he looked at Fu Yan: "Say that again if you dare?"
Xiao Xin's tone was gloomy. Fu Yan tilted his head back, felt a tingling sensation on the back of his neck, and almost wanted to laugh.
Seeing Xiao Xin's serious expression, he endured the tickling and pleaded in a low voice, "But... um, when you pinch the back of my neck, it makes me... um, react there..."
Xiao Xin was so frightened that she immediately released his neck, shook her hand in disgust, and muttered, "Pervert."
It seems that the back of Fu Yan's neck is his sensitive spot, and now that it's injured, he can't stand any stimulation.
He spoke softly, but Fu Yan still heard him.
Fu Yan looked at him and asked weakly, "Brother, is this... a sign of perversion?"
Xiao Xin really wanted to say "otherwise," but the words that came out were: "Don't call me brother, I'm not your brother..."
Fu Yan reached out and tugged at his sleeve: "But you just said yesterday you wouldn't throw me away..."
Xiao Xin slapped his hand dismissively: "You brat, you can't even use the right words. That's called 'dropping down,' not 'throwing away.'"
Fu Yan immediately changed her tune, still clutching his sleeve: "Brother Ke said yesterday that he wouldn't abandon me..."
Xiao Xin was helpless; he hadn't expected to dig himself into such a deep hole again.
He stood by the bed, looking at Fu Yan with an expression even more serious than when his high school dean of students made him stand as punishment: "First, don't call me brother. Second, loosen my clothes. Third, if you do the above two things, I won't abandon you."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yan slowly loosened his grip on the hem of his clothes, but he couldn't do the first thing.
Xiao Xin managed to escape his clutches, stood by the bed, put on her shoes, and straightened her hospital gown.
Fu Yan stared intently at his bare collar, her eyes flickering slightly.
Xiao Xin felt that gaze, and before he could even utter a curse word, Fu Yan spoke first: "Brother, where's your star necklace?"
It seems this guy's gotten addicted to calling me "brother".
Xiao Xin shook his head, too lazy to correct him, and replied perfunctorily, "I've put it away."
Fu Yan frowned slightly: "Why did you put it away?"
Xiao Xin glared at him, "If you don't put it away soon, you're dead..."
He shut his mouth and tossed another hospital gown from the bedside to Fu Yan: "Put it on."
Fu Yan shut his mouth, picked up the hospital gown, paused for a moment, looked up at Xiao Xin and said, "Brother, can you turn over first?"
Xiao Xin raised an eyebrow, only then realizing that Fu Yan had been covering his body with the blanket since earlier.
He crossed his arms, a smirk playing on his lips as he teased Fu Yan: "You dare to take your clothes off to sleep, but you don't dare to show them to me?"
Fu Yan looked up at him with a troubled expression: "No, I'm afraid I'll scare you."
He had an injury, and it was so hot last night that his wounds were itchy and painful, so he couldn't resist taking off his clothes.
The wounds looked horrific, and he had forgotten how he got them, but subconsciously he just didn't want Xiao Xin to see them.
He was afraid that Xiao Xin would look down on him.
Seeing him looking down with a pitiful expression, Xiao Xin felt like she was the villain who had forced a good woman into prostitution.
He glanced at Fu Yan's neck and noticed several wounds as thick as hemp rope, only then remembering that Fu Yan had injuries...
Seeing Xiao Xin staring blankly at his neck, Fu Yan couldn't help but ask, "Brother, is it okay?"
Xiao Xin met his gaze: "What?"
Fu Yan tightened his grip on the blanket, lowered his head, and said, "Could you turn around first...?"
Xiao Xin was speechless. There were two men involved, and they were dragging their feet.
Seeing Fu Yan's tense expression, he changed to a more relaxed tone: "Go ahead and change, it's okay. I've seen your injury before, I'm not afraid."
Fu Yan looked up in surprise: "Really?"
It turns out that Xiao Xin knew about the scar on his chest. He himself was quite frightened yesterday, but he didn't expect Xiao Xin to be so unafraid.
Xiao Xin crossed his arms and nodded: "Yes, really."
Actually, he was also quite curious to see what was wrong with Fu Yan's chest injury. It looked quite scary last time, but he hadn't been able to see it clearly.
It just so happens that Yu Muqing asked him to keep an eye on Fu Yan at all times, so now he has a legitimate reason to watch him openly, doesn't he?
Fu Yan hesitated, then lowered his eyes and said softly, "Alright then..."
After he finished speaking, he lifted the blanket, revealing a large area of scars on his chest.
Xiao Xin glanced at the wound, trying to appear calm, but was still somewhat shocked.
Below Fu Yan's collarbone were crisscrossing scars, as thick as ropes, like new flesh growing there, reddish in color, looking exceptionally glaring and terrifying.
Unable to suppress his curiosity, Xiao Xin asked, "How did you get these injuries?"
Fu Yan put on his clothes, buttoned them up, and shook his head: "I don't know, I forgot..."
His head starts to ache whenever he tries to recall it.
Seeing him frown, Xiao Xin quickly called out to him, "Stop thinking about it, or your head will start to hurt again."
He was terrified by Fu Yan's half-dead state yesterday and didn't want to experience that terrifying scene again.
Fu Yan nodded: "Yes, if you tell me not to think about it, then I won't."
He looked up and met Xiao Xin's eyes. He suddenly saw a trace of worry in Xiao Xin's cool eyes.
Xiao Xin was still in a daze when Fu Yan reached out and waved in front of him, smiling, "Brother, don't worry, I'm fine."
Xiao Xin smiled indifferently and said casually, "You're just being presumptuous. Who cares about you?"
He wasn't really interested in Fu Yan's affairs; he was too busy worrying about his own problems to care about others.
Fu Yan opened his arms and hugged him, gently patting Xiao Xin's back.
Xiao Xin paused for a moment, just about to start cursing.
Fu Yan suddenly leaned close to his ear, breathing hot air: "Brother, the mouth can lie, but the eyes can't."
Xiao Xin felt Fu Yan's hot breath on his ear, and his heart began to beat faster.
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