Cheng Ke chuckled: "Brother, haven't you been in relationships before? Don't you understand this?"
Xiao Xin was even more annoyed by his smile. He scratched his head and said, "We have talked, that's true, but I've never felt this way before."
"So, is there one of them that you particularly dislike?"
Xiao Xin thought for a moment and then nodded, "Yes."
Cheng Ke: "So you just like the one you find pleasing to the eye."
Xiao Xin was stunned, her lips pressed into a straight line.
How could he possibly like Fu...?
Seeing that he didn't say anything and didn't hang up the phone, Cheng Ke continued, "Brother Xin, what you're feeling is called jealousy. It seems you're really serious this time. When are you going to bring your little sweetheart to meet us?"
Xiao Xin didn't reply and hung up the phone without saying a word.
He didn't know how he got back to his bedroom. He numbly and slowly turned on the TV, connected it via Bluetooth, and played his favorite song, "Always Quiet".
"It's supposed to be a movie for three people, but I never get a name..."
Xiao Xin lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face, spreading out on the sheets.
Xiao Xin touched the corner of his eye. Good, he still loved He Yunzhou.
He tried to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts about Fu Yan.
But reality did the opposite of what he thought. The more he tried to get rid of it, the more images of Fu Yan appeared in his mind.
Xiao Xin clutched his head, rolled around on the bed a couple of times, and finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared, "Ah!"
Damn it, he can't fall for Fu Yan, he can't.
Fu Yan is only suffering from amnesia now. Once he regains his memory and learns that he was injured because of Xiao Xin, Fu Yan will definitely do what he did before: grab his neck and press his head down to torture him to death.
Xiao Xin became increasingly alarmed as she thought about it, completely discarding the illusion of Fu Yan's amnesia and reverting to the image of the cruel and ruthless Fu Yan in her mind.
The one who throws darts at his head, pours cold water on his head, and threatens him with a sharp knife is the real Fu Yan.
This one is only temporarily appearing innocent and harmless because of amnesia.
If he falls in love, he will only end up hurting himself.
Moreover, Xiao Xin knew that Fu Yan's true love was Jiang Yuqing, the woman behind the star necklace.
It wasn't him, it wasn't him...
As Xiao Xin thought about it, she cried even louder than before.
Why, why did all the people he liked end up liking Jiang Yuqing?
Xiao Xin threw off the covers, buried herself in them, and cried silently.
He cried until he couldn't hear his own voice anymore; his mind was buzzing and his head was throbbing.
He sobbed under the covers for a while until the music was interrupted by the phone ringing.
Xiao Xin picked up her phone. "Hello?"
His voice was hoarse and had a heavy nasal tone.
Fu Yan glanced at the phone number to make sure he hadn't dialed the wrong number before asking, "Brother, are you not feeling well?"
Xiao Xin glanced at the time; it was eight o'clock in the evening. He wiped his eyes and asked, "Are you done with your work?"
Fu Yan gave a soft "hmm," as if afraid that a loud voice would scare Xiao Xin away.
“Okay, I’ll come pick you up right away,” Xiao Xin replied, and started to get up.
Fu Yan quickly said, "No need to drive, brother, I'm at the alley entrance."
Xiao Xin: "Mm."
He hung up the phone after saying that.
He casually threw on a coat and headed out the door.
A biting wind blew in, stinging his face.
When Xiao Xin arrived in front of Fu Yan, her face was already red from the cold wind.
Fu Yan cupped Xiao Xin's face in his hands; it was indeed very cold.
"I'm sorry, bro, it's so cold outside and I made you come to pick me up..."
Xiao Xin slapped his hand away and pulled him by the wrist, leading him into the dark alley.
Fu Yan, holding his phone flashlight, slowly followed behind Xiao Xin.
Fu Yan nearly stepped on Xiao Xin's heels several times, so he simply walked next to Xiao Xin.
He took Xiao Xin's cold hand in his own and gently squeezed it.
Xiao Xin's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless.
He thought he would just have to endure until he received the two hundred million.
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Once inside, Fu Yan could see Xiao Xin's reddened eyes by the light.
Fu Yan stared at his face: "Brother, you've cried."
Xiao Xin changed into slippers, took a pair and handed them to him: "No, it was from the wind."
Fu Yan changed his shoes, stopped pressing him for answers, and changed the subject: "Have you had dinner, brother?"
Xiao Xin thought of the mango mochi she had failed to make in the kitchen and shook her head: "It's okay, I'm not hungry."
Just then, Xiao Xin's stomach rumbled.
Fu Yan smiled, put down his backpack, and joked, "With such a stubborn mouth, you can hold up the sky even if it falls down."
Xiao Xin rolled her eyes at him, then turned to walk towards the bedroom: "I'm not feeling well, I'm going back to my room first."
Fu Yan grabbed his wrist, took out a box of strawberry cake and strawberry cookies from her backpack, and handed them to him: "Eat something before you sleep?"
Xiao Xin looked at the strawberry cake that smelled so tempting, her Adam's apple bobbing, and asked Fu Yan, "You bought this?"
Fu Yan grinned and said, "Feng Xiaoxiao taught me how to make it."
Xiao Xin took the cake; it looked a million times better than the mochi he had made.
He looked at the cookies and cake in his hand: "You're making this tonight?"
Feng Xiaoxiao said she would surprise Xiao Xin with the singing practice, so Fu Yan didn't mention it. He nodded and said, "Yes, I'll come back after I finish this. The school isn't far from here, so you can just pick me up in the alley from now on. I'll try to remember the way to save you trouble."
He couldn't bear to see Xiao Xin freezing in the middle of the night, so he came to pick him up.
Xiao Xin lowered her eyes, opened the box, and ate a strawberry cookie. The cookie was sweet and sour, and she couldn't help but praise it, "It tastes pretty good."
It's the flavor he likes.
After finishing one piece, he joked, "Looks like I've lost all my value from now on?"
Fu Yan no longer needs him...
Fu Yan held his hand in his arms and said, "No, brother is very valuable."
Xiao Xin raised an eyebrow and smiled: "For example?"
Fu Yan placed Xiao Xin's hand over his heart: "Here, all my weight belongs to you, brother."
"Brother, you occupy the entire space in my heart; you are priceless."
Xiao Xin's heart skipped a beat when she saw him say these words without batting an eye.
Fu Yan's gaze was so intense and sincere, as if he wanted to keep him firmly within his sight, giving him no chance to escape.
Xiao Xin's breath hitched. She abruptly pulled her hand away, averting her gaze from those eyes, and hastily tried to end the awkward silence with a casual question: "Have you eaten?"
"No," Fu Yan said, taking off his coat and then saying to Xiao Xin, "Brother, have some snacks to tide you over, I'll go to the kitchen and make you some noodles."
Xiao Xin looked at him incredulously: "? You can cook noodles?"
Fu Yan: "Yes, I've seen the video, it's very simple."
"Yeah?"
Fu Yan turned around and smiled at him: "Brother, just you wait."
Xiao Xin chewed the biscuit in his mouth a couple of times and nodded: "Okay, I'll wait."
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