That's his thigh!
Why should I use this little brat as a pillow?
Thinking this, Xiao Xin prepared to move to the side with a cold look in his eyes.
He reached out to remove Fu Yan's hand from his clothes, only to see that Fu Yan's wrist was covered in bruises and bloodstains, the skin was torn open, and fine wounds were still oozing blood, a horrifying sight.
Old wounds haven't healed, and new ones are already appearing.
Xiao Xin's eyes were stung by the bright red color, and a series of ripples stirred in his heart.
He extended his index finger and gently touched the wound on Fu Yan's wrist.
The moment Fu Yan's fingertip touched the wound, his hand seemed to feel pain and flinched, while his fingers gripping the hem of Xiao Xin's shirt tightened even more.
Xiao Xin was startled by his action for a moment. His eyes darkened, and he withdrew his hand.
I didn't expect this little rascal to actually feel pain...
I was pressing his mouth down the whole time and wouldn't let go.
Xiao Xin twitched her lips; the wound there was still throbbing slightly.
He raised his hand and pressed his fingertip against the wound, and a sharp pain shot through him.
"Hiss..." Xiao Xin couldn't help but hum.
The wound still hurts.
Xiao Xin could endure pain in almost anything, except for some sensitive areas that couldn't be touched, and her mouth was one of those areas.
He had barely even had ulcers before, and he was truly at a loss when this pain struck him so hard.
He began to wonder where the injury came from...
In the instant his brain raced, the head on his lap suddenly flipped over, and Fu Yan's face entered his memory just as he was stunned.
In an instant, Fu Yan's shocked face loomed large before her eyes. Xiao Xin cupped that face in her hands and kissed him...
He suddenly remembered that he had forcibly kissed the person in front of him in the dimly lit corridor!
Xiao Xin shook his head. No, impossible. How could he possibly force a kiss on Fu Yan?
There must be a mistake.
There's a mistake!
He couldn't help but grimace, the pain from his wound reminding him that he had indeed forcibly kissed the man now lying on his lap.
No wonder, no wonder he made fun of me...
It's because he was drunk yesterday and mistook this man for He Yunzhou.
Xiao Xin covered her face with one hand, feeling an urge to cry but unable to.
How could he do such a thing...?
Xiao Xin preferred to believe it was just a dream.
The man in front of him must have pulled him down from the rooftop just to get information about Jiang Yuqing from him.
My stomach suddenly made a "gurgling" sound.
Xiao Xin: "..."
From yesterday until now, apart from that grilled sausage and two bottles of red wine, he hasn't eaten anything else.
The room was dimly lit, and Xiao Xin didn't have his phone with him, so he guessed it was probably around noon.
It's normal to be hungry.
Xiao Xin's gaze unconsciously fell on the cake on the table.
The cake, though dark in color, has an enticing sheen. The bright red strawberries look delicious and juicy, while the mangoes on the other side exude an irresistible aroma.
This made Xiao Xin's Adam's apple bob and his index finger twitch.
He glanced at Fu Yan on his lap, trying to keep his lower body still, and reached for the cake on the table.
Luckily, he has long arms, and the cake was on the edge of the table, so he only had to exert a little effort to get the knife for cutting the cake.
He successfully picked up one of the cakes with the knife, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
Xiao Xin glanced at the man with his eyes closed on her lap and thought that it wouldn't hurt to eat a few pieces of cake from him before taking the necklace.
Since this cake looks like it's going to be thrown away anyway, I might as well let him eat it.
Xiao Xin didn't stand on ceremony and ate three pieces in one go.
When they were almost finished eating, Xiao Xin's hand trembled, and a drop of cream accidentally fell onto Fu Yan's lips.
Xiao Xin stared at the spot where the drop of cream had fallen, his eyes darkening.
Memories of death flooded back into my mind.
The wound on the corner of his mouth looks like it was from that mouth...
No one knew how much time had passed, but the person on his lap showed absolutely no sign of waking up despite his movements.
Thinking this, Xiao Xin blurted out, "Did you take your medicine? You're sleeping so soundly?"
His voice suddenly rang out in the empty private room, startling him.
Fortunately, the person on his lap was fast asleep and was completely unaffected by his noise.
Xiao Xin then tossed the knife onto the coffee table with a sigh of relief and casually lay back on the sofa.
This old man almost had his bones torn to death by this little rascal today...
After lying down for a while, he suddenly remembered that he still had important things to do.
His necklace is still on that brat.
Xiao Xin sat up from the sofa, looked at Fu Yan's face, and her thoughts began to wander again.
A high, straight nose, well-defined features, and fair skin that gleamed faintly in the cool light; and those eyes, even when closed, conveyed a sharpness between the brows when they opened…
Xiao Xin's fingertips gently traced lines on Fu Yan's face, as if touching a priceless work of art.
If He Yunzhou were still alive, he would probably have this face too...
Thinking of this, Xiao Xin's eyelids unconsciously reddened.
But in an instant, he stopped touching her.
The smear of cream on Fu Yan's lips was so glaring that it seriously affected his mood when admiring that face.
Without thinking, Xiao Xin gently wiped away the cream with his fingertip. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Fu Yan suddenly opened his mouth and bit down hard on the finger with cream on it.
The man suddenly opened his eyes and met Xiao Xin's gaze.
Xiao Xin felt her heart skip a beat. Looking into those eyes, she suddenly felt breathless, as if someone was choking her.
Fu Yan bit Xiao Xin's thumb hard, licked his lips, then grabbed Xiao Xin's wrist and sat up on the sofa.
"Hiss..." A sharp pain shot through his fingertip, and Xiao Xin couldn't help but gasp, muttering under his breath, "Are you a dog?"
Fu Yan tightened his grip on Xiao Xin's wrist, his eyes narrowing as he coldly glared at him: "Why are you still here?"
Fu Yan's eyes were full of wariness, and his gaze towards Xiao Xin was icy, as if he could freeze someone to death at any moment.
Xiao Xin pulled her hand away from his, looking at the ring of teeth marks on her thumb, her heart aching: "Damn it, are you a dog...?"
Fu Yan lowered his eyes, pressed his throbbing temples, and pointed to the door: "Get out!"
Xiao Xin sneered when she saw his expression, which resembled a live volcano ready to erupt at any moment.
"Weren't you kneeling there obediently like a little dog just now? Now you have the energy to be defiant towards me?"
Xiao Xin looked at him with a sheepish smile, trying to catch what emotion on Fu Yan's face.
Upon hearing this, Fu Yan's heart suddenly pounded violently. He grabbed Xiao Xin by the collar and pulled him close to him.
Fu Yan looked into those beautiful, fearless eyes and asked in a low voice, "You... you didn't leave just now?"
His eyes burned with rage, as if he wanted to burn Xiao Xin to ashes.
Xiao Xin stared straight at him, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Yeah, I haven't left. That slap was pretty loud. Does your face still hurt?"
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