"hiss……"
Fu Xingyun felt a sharp pain in his mouth and gasped.
It was somewhat different from what he had imagined.
After biting the man, Lin Qiong staggered to her feet, intending to go back to her room to sleep.
She turned to look at the man sitting blankly on the bed, and said lazily, "Goodnight."
The dim lighting cast faint shadows on the other person's fair skin, adding a touch of mystery.
As Fu Xingyun watched the person slowly leave his side, the clamor of desire within him continued unabated.
Lin Qiong felt a weight on her arm and turned around in confusion to see the man sitting on the bed staring intently at her.
Lin Qiong asked, somewhat confused, "What's wrong?"
Fu Xingyun instinctively reached out and grabbed Lin Qiong, remaining silent for a long time before finally saying, "You haven't kissed her yet."
Lin Qiong noticed the red mark around Fu Xingyun's lips and pointed to it, "Didn't we kiss?"
Fu Xingyun slowly exhaled, "That's a bite."
After speaking, Lin Qiong noticed that the man hadn't said anything for a long time. Fu Xingyun was a little surprised and was about to say something to break the silence when Lin Qiong suddenly bent down and approached the man.
Lin Qiong looked at the person with drunken eyes, their noses almost touching, and then, for some reason, the corners of the person's mouth curled up slightly.
"you……"
Fu Xingyun swallowed hard. "What?"
Lin Qiong smiled and bit her lip slightly, then her voice, soft and slightly drunk, lingered in her ear like a seductive tail, "Do you like it when I kiss you?"
Fu Xingyun's Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing became noticeably heavier.
Lin Qiong reached out and touched the other person's heaving chest; it was broad, firm, and muscular. "Isn't that right?"
Fu Xingyun's voice was stiff, "Why do you always talk like that?"
Lin Qiong looked at the other person with an innocent expression, "How can you talk like that?"
"Always acting cute and spoiled."
"No," Lin Qiong shook her head. "I didn't act cute."
"So what are you doing?"
"Speak up," Lin Qiong said sternly. "I've already told you, this isn't how you act cute."
He sat back down on the bed, but he didn't feel as at ease as before.
Emboldened by the alcohol, Lin Qiong sat down close to the person, raised her hand to wrap around their neck, and knelt slightly beside them, asking, "Do you like me kissing you?"
The words spoken at this moment were clearly more tender than before, and Fu Xingyun felt a burning sensation on his head. Even though he knew it was caused by the other person, he couldn't help but stare at them.
The man knew the other person was demonstrating how to be affectionate.
Fu Xingyun's voice was hoarse, "What if you like it?"
Lin Qiong rested her head on the other person's shoulder and laughed, "Then I'll kiss you?"
The other person's words carried a questioning tone, which made Fu Xingyun tremble.
The man reached out and wrapped his arms around the other person's waist, but his arms were stiff, and his voice had a rare fluctuation in its tone, "Okay."
Lin Qiong looked at the red mark she had just left on someone's lips. "Is it wrong to bite here?"
Fu Xingyun answered honestly, "I don't know."
Lin Qiong was somewhat surprised, "You didn't know either?"
Fu Xingyun responded with a faint "Mm".
Lin Qiong immediately puffed out her small chest, as if she had accepted some great responsibility.
"Then I'll take you."
Fu Xingyun: "Okay."
Lin Qiong slowly lowered her head, her pert nose touching the other person's upper lip, and then pressed her lips firmly against the other person's, causing the other person's lips to slightly press back.
Fu Xingyun could clearly smell the alcohol on the other person; it was faint and not unpleasant. His arms around the person's waist slowly tightened, and the person who had been kneeling on him stumbled and fell into his embrace.
.
Fu Xingyun held the person tightly, letting all the other person's strength press down on him.
The rapid jumping seemed to echo in my ears.
Their lips were merely touching, and when the other person pulled away, a soft "pop" inevitably followed, a sound both embarrassing and subtle in the dim light.
Lin Qiong leaned against someone, saying, "I'm a little sleepy."
Fu Xingyun raised his hand to brush the hair from the person's forehead, and then lingered for a while longer, hugging the person close.
Lin Qiong leaned against him and whimpered, "I want to go back to my room and sleep."
Lin Qiong felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, as if she were fighting, and then slowly climbed off the person, saying, "I'm done."
Fu Xingyun also got up, looking at the other person who was unsteady on his feet and hesitant to let go.
He wanted to keep the person, but the book said that it was better to proceed gradually and steadily, and the rules hadn't reached that point yet.
Fu Xingyun is meticulous in his actions, and he has become even more cautious now that his target has changed to Lin Qiong.
Fu Xingyun accompanied the person back to the room, and only after seeing that the person was lying down did he intend to leave.
Lin Qiong lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, but still mumbled, "Xingyun, happy birthday."
"Once your leg heals, you'll have everything."
Fu Xingyun reached out and covered the person with the blanket, then remained motionless as he watched the person's sleeping face, time passing by second by second.
It wasn't long before the man turned around, turned his wheelchair, and left.
After returning to the room, I took out the "Love Handbook" from the bedside table and checked the box under item number twenty.
I originally planned to put the book down and go to sleep.
But then the image of Lin Qiong drunk flashed through his mind, and the man licked his lips, feeling a little dry. Then, somewhat uncontrollably, he raised his hand and flipped through the book in his hand.
Fu Xingyun only glanced at the contents before turning to the next page.
After flipping through the pages for an unknown amount of time, the shaking pages suddenly stopped.
Article 102: If you are truly in love, you can try to have in-depth communication.
Fu Xingyun curled his fingers after seeing this, then glanced at the page, which was only one width wide.
"..."
The next morning, Fu Jinglin sat up from the sofa, his whole body aching.
"Damn it..." The soreness in his body made him swear.
I've never felt this bad even after a whole day of physical training.
He then got up, his body aching, and went to the kitchen for breakfast.
However, the breakfast table, which was usually served every morning, was empty.
"Where's the food?" Fu Jinglin strode into the kitchen but didn't see Lin Qiong anywhere.
Is the other person still not awake?!
After accepting the truth, Fu Jinglin filled a large glass with water and drank it all in one gulp to satisfy his hunger.
However, when she turned around, she saw Fu Xingyun coming out of the elevator.
Fu Jinglin's tall body stiffened, and he instantly recalled his reckless behavior from the previous day.
Just then, the man looked this way, and their eyes met.
Fu Jinglin stood up straight almost reflexively.
"uncle."
Fu Xingyun glanced at him.
Fu Jinglin swallowed, then pretended to have a headache and held his head, saying, "I went to bed late last night and got up early today, so I have a bit of a headache. I'll go back to sleep for a while."
As he spoke, he turned to leave.
"Fu Jinglin".
"Yes!" Fu Jinglin also wanted to bite the bullet and go over, but...
He moved on his own.
Fu Jinglin stood there nervously.
What could be more terrifying than your parents calling you "all the time"?
"I told you you've recently become obsessed with sports cars."
Fu Jinglin felt a chill run down his spine. The first time he mentioned it to his mother, she refused because he was still a minor. The second time she brought it up, she punched him hard.
But he never expected that his mother would tell his uncle about it.
His parents divorced when he was young, and Fu Xingyun always played the role of his father.
Fu Jinglin has never been afraid of anyone since he was a child. When he gets angry, he can even argue with his mother to a standstill. But the only person he is most afraid of is Fu Xingyun.
The other party clearly didn't use any physical damage.
Fu Jinglin forced a smile. "Uncle, who said that?"
Fu Xingyun succinctly stated, "People."
"..."
Seeing this, Fu Jinglin had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Yes."
Fu Xingyun looked at him. "You want it?"
Fu Jinglin nodded. "I want to."
"I'll have someone take you to see a car tomorrow."
Fu Jinglin: "Uncle, what...?"
"I'll take you to see cars tomorrow."
Fu Jinglin stared wide-eyed in disbelief, unable to believe that these words had come from Fu Xingyun's mouth.
"Really?!" Fu Jinglin was speechless for a moment, his mouth agape. "Can you really buy it for me?"
He had been pestering his mother for half a year to get a car, but he never expected to get it from his uncle.
This is simply... simply a windfall!
"Hmm." Fu Xingyun replied coldly, then asked, "Don't you want it?"
Fu Jinglin: "Yes! Yes!"
Lin Qiong, holding her head as she stepped out of the elevator, exclaimed, "Check it out?"
"..."
Fu Jinglin's hands trembled with excitement. Lin Qiong, still feeling the effects of last night's hangover, thought she was still drunk and wondered why he was sobbing.
it took.
After pausing for a moment, he frowned and asked, "Nephew, you have Parkinson's?"
Fu Jinglin: "No, I'm just excited."
As she spoke, she took out her phone and found a picture of a sports car. "You know what? I'll be able to own this car soon."
Lin Qiong glanced at it. With a country bumpkin's perspective, all cars looked the same; no matter how impressive they were, he wouldn't know the brand. He gave a nonchalant "Oh."
Fu Jinglin clicked his tongue in surprise, "How come you're not excited at all?"
Lin Qiong asked in confusion, "Why should I get excited?"
Fu Jinglin: "Open it for me."
Lin Qiong then put on a professional fake smile and said, "Then congratulations, my dear nephew."
They'll do whatever they want to do, as perfunctorily as possible.
Fu Jinglin: ...
Indeed, people's joys and sorrows cannot be shared.
Fu Jinglin was happily holding his phone, while Fu Xingyun looked at Lin Qiong, who was holding her head, and asked, "Are you alright?"
Lin Qiong waved her hand, "It's alright."
He glanced at the person sitting down and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"
Fu Xingyun kept a close eye on Lin Qiong's expression. "She's alright."
The other person looked completely at ease and said, "Then I'll go to the kitchen and get something to eat."
As she spoke, she glanced at the tidy restaurant and asked, "Did Ji Yao and the others clean it up yesterday?"
Fu Xingyun paused for a moment, then replied, "Hmm."
Lin Qiong felt a little embarrassed, as the other person had come to the birthday party and even packed their things. "If I had known, I wouldn't have drunk so much yesterday."
She looked at Fu Xingyun with a puzzled expression and asked, "How did I get back to my room yesterday?"
Fu Xingyun curled his fingers. "You don't remember?"
Lin Qiong nodded somewhat awkwardly, "I drank quite a lot yesterday."
As he spoke, he pinched the small gap with his hand.
Lin Qiong asked cautiously, "I didn't do anything stupid, did I?"
"for example?"
"He's drunk and acting crazy."
Fu Xingyun's voice rarely showed any emotion, "You took that as drunken tantrums?!"
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