Chapter 109

It was not as Fu Yi'an expected. Yu Cheng leaned over and hugged his waist and then stopped moving, as if he was satisfied just by being close to each other.

Fu Yian cursed his increasingly corrupt thoughts in his heart, relaxed his body, picked up the book and started reading from the page marked with the bookmark.

The cold voice reached Yu Cheng's ears, covered with a layer of tenderness that belonged only to Fu Yian.

Yu Cheng's eyes moved slightly, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep as he listened to the sound he hadn't heard for a long time.

The person next to me was breathing long and evenly.

Fu Yian noticed that Yu Cheng had fallen asleep and put down the book in his hand.

He was still sitting on the bed, his waist wrapped in Yu Cheng's arms. Yu Cheng's head was resting on his legs, and his warm breath fell on his skin, making Fu Yi'an feel a little itchy.

Fu Yian gently lifted Yu Cheng's arm, turned off the bedside lamp, and lay down.

The next moment, the people next to him came over.

The warm and strong body surrounded him, and the deep breathing made Fu Yi'an know that Yu Cheng was not awake, but just subconsciously moved closer to him.

Fu Yian's always tense brows slowly relaxed, and he allowed Yu Cheng to embrace him in a strong manner.

Forget it. At worst I can just wake up early tomorrow morning and leave the room at a different time than Yu Cheng.

Fu Yian thought so before he fell asleep.

*

In the spacious room, the curtains opened automatically.

Two people were sleeping on the snow-white bed, hugging each other.

The two of them were very close, with one of Yu Cheng's arms being resting on Fu Yi'an's head, and the other arm being wrapped around Fu Yi'an's waist, holding him in his arms.

The quilt fell above the waistline and covered the legs loosely.

Fu Yian rested his head on Yu Cheng's arm with his cheek against his chest. The strong sunlight from the window fell into the room, but did not affect the sleep of the two people in the room at all.

Uncle Kang, who was standing at the door and was about to call Fu Yian for breakfast, shut up.

The old man's voice came from behind, asking him why Fu Yian hadn't gotten up yet.

It's almost nine o'clock.

Uncle Kang closed the door, turned around and said to his old man, "He's still asleep. I'm afraid he was too tired yesterday."

Mr. Fu was about to ask why he was tired, but suddenly he remembered something and shut his mouth awkwardly.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, let them sleep."

He had already tacitly acknowledged that there must be two people in Fu Yian's room.

After the door was closed, Yu Cheng, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

The confusion in his eyes after waking up flashed away and turned into a clear black.

Under his palm was the soft, smooth skin of the person in his arms that felt great to the touch, making one unable to let go. Yu Cheng kneaded it subconsciously, and in return the person in his arms let out a soft hum.

Different from his brother's usual cold voice, this voice had a strange allure.

Yu Cheng suddenly had some bad thoughts.

The hand holding Fu Yian slightly tightened, and Fu Yian, who was not yet awake, frowned, as if he had had a bad dream.

Suddenly, as if he was touched by something, Fu Yian's body trembled slightly. He slowly opened his eyes, and there was only mist in front of him, and he was full of confusion.

What caught his eye was Yu Cheng's protruding Adam's apple and jawline. Before Fu Yian could react, he suddenly grabbed Yu Cheng's arm with his fingers.

"you……"

His words got stuck in his throat.

A man's hoarse laughter came from his ears, and Yu Cheng gently kissed Fu Yian's hot ears.

"Good morning, brother."

Fu Yian buried his entire face in Yu Chenghuai, unwilling to reveal even a bit of it, and even unwilling to speak.

"Brother is awesome."

He leaned close to Fu Yi'an's ear, his voice becoming softer and softer, and the last few words were lost in Fu Yi'an's ears.

Fu Yian buried himself in the quilt, his whole body was hot and red like a cooked shrimp, and he didn't want to look into Yu Cheng's eyes.

As expected, I finished what I didn't do last night this morning.

It was a pity that he thought Yu Cheng had reformed last night.

"Does my brother like it?"

Yu Cheng's voice was like a bewitching demon, tempting Fu Yian to take a step further.

Fu Yian said nothing, his body still trembling with the aftereffect of the emotion, and he almost melted into a pool of water.

How come he...

Yu Cheng hugged the person tightly in his arms and wanted to do it again, but was suddenly pushed away by Fu Yian.

The cold and noble face was slightly angry, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't do it..."

"My clothes are dirty."

Yu Chengshun lay on the bed as he was pushed away, his loose nightgown revealing his strong upper body.

The perfect abdominal muscles were exposed in front of Fu Yi'an, causing Fu Yi'an to subconsciously look away.

But he accidentally saw the mark on the corner of Yu Cheng's clothes.

Fu Yian was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously tried to cover himself, but Yu Cheng grabbed his wrist.

"Brother, don't you want to help me?"

Yu Cheng's black eyes were full of smiles and teasing.

Fu Yian shook off his hand, got out of bed and hurried into the bathroom as if he was escaping.

Yu Cheng lay on the bed and sighed.

"Brother throws it away after use."

Fu Yian almost bumped into the door when he just entered the bathroom.

He clenched his fists and slammed the door shut.

This kid...

When will I be able to calm down?

Yu Chengsi didn't hear any of Fu Yian's heartbeats at all.

After suppressing the desires in his body, Yu Cheng got up and tidied the quilt.

Fortunately, it didn't happen on the bed, otherwise his brother would glare at him shyly again.

What a sweet trouble.

Yu Cheng curled the corners of his lips, took off his pajamas that were stained with something, held them in his hands, opened the bathroom door and walked in.

"Brother's nightgown is also dirty, I will help him clean it..."

"Get out!"

"I'll just help my brother wash his clothes..."

The bathroom door was closed again, covering up the strange noises from inside.

*

It was already eleven o'clock in the morning when Fu Yian put on his clothes and came downstairs.

Fu Yian wore a neat white shirt without any care, looking cold and restrained.

Yu Cheng followed behind him and went downstairs with a smile on his face.

Mr. Fu, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a newspaper, glanced at the stairs, then looked away, as if he didn't want to look any further.

Fu Yian greeted his grandfather.

Yu Cheng was in a good mood and followed Fu Yian to say hello to his grandfather.

Mr. Fu wanted to lecture him, but seeing Fu Yi'an's indifferent expression and his subconscious action of protecting Yu Cheng behind him, he could only hold back his words and accepted Yu Cheng's greeting with a pinched nose.

Fu Yian knew that Mr. Fu didn't like Yu Cheng, so he didn't hang around him. He just said hello and went to the study.

It's already late anyway, so I might as well have lunch with grandpa before going to work.

Fu Yian turned on the computer in the study, looked at the string of documents sent by Yan Qi, and frowned.

Since Yu Cheng's return, his absence rate has skyrocketed.

Yu Chengcun was beside Fu Yian, watching him handle his work.

Fu Yian glared at him: "Have you finished your work?"

Yu Cheng said the sweet words without blinking: "My most important thing is my brother. I am now studying what my brother is doing."