After dinner, Fu Yan's car slowly pulled up in front of the villa.
After finishing his meal, Xiao Xin went back to his bedroom on the second floor.
After taking a shower, he leaned on the balcony railing in his pajamas, a cigarette between his fingers trembling slightly.
With a slight downward glance, I caught sight of the Rolls-Royce that was slowly pulling up in front of the villa.
Fu Yan opened the back door of the car and got out. As soon as he looked up, he saw Xiao Xin leaning on the railing, looking at him.
The moment their eyes met, Fu Yan's restlessness vanished, replaced by the joy of seeing Xiao Xin.
Fu Yan withdrew his gaze, took off his coat and tossed it to the maid who came to meet him, changed his shoes and went upstairs.
He was covered in dust from his journey when he opened the door to the second-floor bedroom.
I immediately noticed Xiao Xin was still leaning on the railing, looking down.
Xiao Xin was still in a daze when a pair of hands appeared around his waist, and a faint smell of alcohol and Fu Yan's woody perfume wafted from his nose.
Fu Yan rested her chin on his shoulder and rubbed it against him, asking, "Aren't you cold wearing so little?"
Xiao Xin is clearly most afraid of the cold.
Xiao Xin's back was pressed against a warm chest, but her heart was still freezing cold.
He said calmly, "Didn't you say you wouldn't touch me?"
Fu Yan chuckled: "I thought you meant that kind of touching..."
Xiao Xin: "..."
Fu Yan kissed his earlobe: "But no matter what kind of touch it is, I can't stand it."
Xiao Xin understood what he meant, stubbed out her cigarette, turned around and leaned against the railing, looking up at him: "Aren't you a germaphobe?"
Fu Yan kneaded Xiao Xin's fingers, which were red from the cold, and slowly brought Xiao Xin's hand to his lips, opening his mouth to take one of his fingers in.
Xiao Xin's icy fingertips were enveloped in warm moisture. She looked at Fu Yan with astonishment in her eyes, her heart pounding faster than ever.
Fu Yan slightly raised his eyes, staring at Xiao Xin with a devout yet wicked gaze, as if he were blaspheming his god.
He caught a glimpse of the surprise in Xiao Xin's eyes and smiled.
“But my brother has already dirtied me,” he said.
Xiao Xin pulled her hand away from his, looked at the water stains between her fingers, and said with disgust, "Crazy..."
Fu Yan took in his disgust, but instead of getting angry, he laughed, put an arm around Xiao Xin's waist and pulled him close, asking, "There's something even crazier, want some?"
Xiao Xin's expression froze, his mind filled with 19+ images.
He frowned, looked up at Fu Yan, and said, "Get out!"
Fu Yan looked at him, her smile growing even wider: "Get...into the bed?"
Xiao Xin clenched her fist and glared at him fiercely: "Have you always been this shameless?"
Fu Yan nodded: "Scolding me more, I like to hear it."
Xiao Xin: "..."
So he actually got his fill of yelling at people?
Seeing that he had shut up and was staring blankly at him, Fu Yan suddenly hugged Xiao Xin tightly and buried his head in the crook of his neck.
"Brother, what if I can't help myself?" he asked pitifully.
Xiao Xin: "What's it to me?"
Fu Yan: "...Truly cold and heartless."
Xiao Xin was held in his arms, their chests pressed tightly together.
In this situation, he doesn't want to feel like he can't do anything.
Xiao Xin didn't want to dawdle with him, so she pushed Fu Yan and said, "Go take a shower."
Fu Yan continued to bury his face in the crook of his neck: "I'm not going, unless you shower with me."
Xiao Xin rolled her eyes at the air: "I've already washed..."
Fu Yan persisted: "You just smoked, your fingers smell of smoke."
Xiao Xin suddenly remembered that he had just put her fingertip in his mouth, and her ears tingled. "Are you going to wash it or not?"
"You smell terrible with alcohol..." Xiao Xin added.
It wasn't that he was being pretentious, but Fu Yan's shirt had a freesia scent that didn't belong to him, which naturally made him think of some unpleasant things.
Upon hearing what Xiao Xin said, Fu Yan pulled Xiao Xin towards the bathroom without further ado.
"Let's go, let's wash it one more time."
Xiao Xin's wrist was being pulled tightly by him, and he couldn't break free at all.
Once inside the bathroom, Fu Yan easily untied the restraints around his waist, and... his pajamas.
Before he could speak, Fu Yan grabbed his chin and kissed him.
Xiao Xin was struggling when he accidentally pressed the switch, and cold water suddenly poured down from above his head.
The two of them were instantly soaked.
Xiao Xin: "..."
Fu Yan released him temporarily, looked at his wet hair and said, "Looks like I really have to wash it again."
Xiao Xin's mind was filled with wild thoughts as she glared at Fu Yan.
Fu Yan lifted his chin, chuckled, and continued the kiss.
…………
As the two kissed passionately, Fu Yan didn't finish.
He was afraid he would lose control and hurt Xiao Xin again.
Xiao Xin, on the other hand, was irritated by him and felt somewhat annoyed.
Seeing that he was in pain, Fu Yan used other methods to resolve the issue.
So, what should have been a ten-minute shower turned into a two-hour ordeal.
After taking a shower, Xiao Xin was almost exhausted, and in the end, Fu Yan carried her back to bed.
Fu Yan looked at his face, which was red from the steam, and thought it was extremely cute. He couldn't help but take out his phone and take a few pictures of Xiao Xin.
Xiao Xin was too tired to argue with him, so she let him take the pictures.
After he finished taking the photos, Xiao Xin suddenly seemed to remember something and asked him, "Did you see my phone?"
Fu Yan thought for a moment, then picked up a phone from the bedside table and handed it to him. "Is this it?"
Xiao Xin snatched the phone, pressed the power button, and asked, "Have you looked at my phone?"
Fu Yan honestly replied, "No, I just threw it in the drawer because it was out of power."
Xiao Xin breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have the habit of locking his phone, but thankfully Fu Yan hadn't looked at it.
Seeing him breathe a sigh of relief, Fu Yan reached out and wrapped his arms around his waist: "Brother, is there any secret that I can't know?"
Xiao Xin removed his hand. "No."
Fu Yan got angry at his actions and, disregarding everything, wrapped her arms tightly around Xiao Xin's waist again.
Xiao Xin: "..."
The two seemed to have returned to how they used to be, with Fu Yan pressed tightly against his back, looking completely blissful.
Xiao Xin stopped arguing with Fu Yan and, as if remembering something, asked Fu Yan, "Were you drinking with Jiang Yuqing today?"
Fu Yan leaned against his back, closed his eyes, and nodded: "Yeah, are you jealous?"
Xiao Xin frowned slightly but didn't reply.
Fu Yan opened his eyes and peeked at him. "Brother, are you really jealous?"
Xiao Xin immediately turned on the light, plunging the room into darkness.
Fu Yan lay back down in bed, holding Xiao Xin tightly in his arms, and whispered, "Actually, I didn't want to see him either, but it's business, and my cousin is here too..."
Xiao Xin: "You don't need to explain to me."
Fu Yan kissed the back of his neck. "How can I not explain when my brother is jealous?"
“Fu Yan, we’re breaking up, not dating,” Xiao Xin coldly reminded him.
Fu Yan didn't want to continue the topic, so he turned Xiao Xin over and hugged him, gently rubbing the top of his head, and said, "Brother, do you want to know about my past?"
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