Chapter 12 We are all men, what's wrong with sleeping together?

Yu Cheng looked through Fu Yian's other social media apps again, but didn't find anything wrong.

He put his doubts to rest a little.

It seems that they are just some suitors, and there is no one that my brother can pay attention to for the time being.

Whenever Yu Cheng thought about the possibility that his closest brother would have a lover who was even closer to him, he felt like he couldn't suppress the twisted possessiveness in his heart.

Nowadays, there are so many people who advocate non-marriage, and the Fu family is also very powerful, so there is no need for an arranged marriage.

Love is not necessary at all.

Fu Yian can only have one person close to him.

Yu Cheng lowered his brows and gently touched the darkened screen of his mobile phone with his slender fingers.

He knew that there was something wrong with his emotions, that he was too possessive of his brother who was in a foster home.

But so what?

Who doesn't want to keep someone who is good to him/her?

No one can snatch Fu Yian away from him.

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Fu Yian came out of the bathroom with a towel on his head. The water droplets on his neck flowed down his neck onto his bathrobe, leaving a little dark mark.

The takeaway that Yu Cheng ordered arrived a long time ago and he is already eating it.

Fu Yian looked at the plates of food on the table and raised his eyebrows.

“You know how to eat.”

There was a private restaurant logo on the plate, and there was even a porcelain pot of soup next to it.

Yu Cheng was playing Candy Crush while eating, and said as a matter of course: "Anyway, all the money my brother earns is for me to spend."

He took a bite of the chicken wing and said pitifully: "I'm really tired of eating white people's food."

Fu Yian took out his own dinner and placed it on the opposite side. "Didn't I give you the change for the chef?"

He saw that the boy looked stronger every time he came back, so he thought that he had not let his mouth down at all.

Yu Cheng thought for a moment and said, "I still have to eat lunch at school."

How dare he just ask a chef to come to his house? He didn't even bother himself enough, he didn't even order takeout.

Especially in the past few days, there must be many people who want to kill him.

He didn't want to open the door and see a gunman posing as a delivery man.

Besides, he is very busy every day and often eats out. Even the food in expensive restaurants abroad is not as delicious as the food in China.

But I can't complain to my brother about this.

"The food there just doesn't taste good."

Fu Yian also didn't like going on business trips abroad, so he could understand that.

Yu Cheng took a porcelain bowl and served Fu Yian a bowl of pork rib soup.

"Brother, you eat too little at night."

Seeing that he had taken the soup from his busy schedule, Fu Yian still took it.

Occasionally, it won’t have much impact if you don’t follow the recipe for a day.

Yu Cheng is really good at choosing restaurants, and the food is always delicious.

Generally speaking, whenever Yu Cheng returns to China, his three meals a day will be arranged by Yu Cheng.

Yu Cheng finished all four dishes and a large bowl of soup.

Fu Yian glanced at Yu Cheng's still flat belly and couldn't help but smile.

What Yu Cheng said was indeed true. Naturally, all the money he earned was used to support him.

Fu Yian himself doesn't have too many demands on life and is not very picky about food.

On the contrary, Yu Cheng, a kid who had a bad life since childhood, dislikes a lot of things.

No matter what Yu Cheng is like in the plot, for Fu Yian today, raising a younger brother is also a very good experience.

Yu Cheng likes to rely on him, which makes Fu Yian very happy.

He seemed to understand his grandfather's feeling of raising an heir.

Now, looking at the dignified and well-mannered young man he raised, Fu Yian is filled with a sense of accomplishment.

After finishing his meal, Yu Cheng took a break and tidied up the table.

"Brother, let's sleep together tonight."

Fu Yian sat on the sofa, looking down at his phone, and answered without thinking, "The aunt in the second bedroom cleans it every day."

Yu Cheng was originally planning to take a shower, but he became unhappy when he heard this.

He sat beside Fu Yi'an with his eyes wide open, leaning on Fu Yi'an's arm to watch him reply to emails.

"Why doesn't my brother sleep with me?"

Fu Yian raised his arms. As long as Yu Cheng was stuck to him, he couldn't get rid of him.

"You stick to me like an octopus every night. It's so hot."

The bedroom was large and the bed was huge.

But Yu Cheng just manages to ignore the other half of the bed, and always squeezes into his side every time he wakes up.

Besides, they are not two little girls who can't sleep together and chat in the middle of the night after not seeing each other for several months.

It's still a bit strange for two old men to sleep together.

When Yu Cheng saw that Fu Yian was unmoved, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"elder brother……"

"It's no use being coquettish."

When he was a child, Yu Cheng was still very reserved. Most of the time, he would just look at something secretly when he wanted something. He looked very pitiful. Every time he saw him, he would buy what Yu Cheng wanted.

Later, I don’t know when it started, but Yu Cheng mastered the skill of acting coquettishly.

Fu Yian had never been particularly close to anyone, and every time Yu Cheng acted coquettishly, he would half-heartedly give in to him.

But not this time.

Fu Yian originally didn't feel anything about the two of them sleeping together.

But the last time Yu Cheng came back two months ago, they slept together at night.

As a result, the next morning he vaguely felt something pressing against him from behind.

As they are both men, Fu Yian, who was originally confused, suddenly became sober.

However, this guy was so strong that he couldn't break free and he was sleeping like a pig. Slapping him twice made him hug him tighter.

In this way, Fu Yian lay awake in bed for more than an hour waiting for Yu Cheng to wake up.

As a brother, he couldn't say anything.

He was sure that Yu Cheng was straight.

But at this moment, a young and energetic guy in his twenties will also have normal physiological reactions.

However, Fu Yian did not want to experience such an embarrassing thing a second time.

Two months passed, the weather got hotter, and he, who was naturally indifferent to this, would occasionally have an awkward reaction in the morning. If someone else stuck around him, he didn't know what would happen.

Yu Cheng refused to give in: "Brother, don't you miss me?"

"I always have nightmares when I sleep alone."

Fu Yian seemed not to hear anything and just answered every email promptly.

Yu Cheng lowered his head as his thick black eyelashes drooped, hiding the emotions in his eyes.

"Now that I'm grown up, my brother doesn't want me anymore, right?"

His voice was very low, and if you listened carefully you could hear a slight tremor.

"They don't want me any more than they do."

After saying this, Yu Cheng stood up and left.

Fu Yi'an paused, then raised his hand subconsciously.

Even though he knew that most of Yu Cheng's grievances at the moment were fake, his body still reacted faster than his brain and he grabbed Yu Cheng's wrist.

Yu Cheng turned around.

The originally pure and clean black eyes were now tinged with red, with some barely noticeable bloodshot, making him look like an abandoned wolf.

Fu Yi'an's Adam's apple twitched up and down, but he finally admitted defeat and said dryly, "Let's sleep together."

However, Yu Cheng did not laugh as Fu Yian had imagined.

The boy retracted his wrist, turned his back to him, and spoke softly.

"There's no need to force yourself for just one or two days. Sooner or later, you'll leave me behind anyway."

He didn't look back and walked towards the second bedroom.

Fu Yian stood there in a daze.

After a moment, he rubbed his temples in annoyance.

He knew very well that Yu Cheng was most afraid of being rejected, yet he still rejected him just now.

I finally managed to make Yu Chengyang a little more cheerful, but judging from his appearance just now, I'm afraid all my efforts will be in vain again.

Fu Yian glanced at his mobile phone. At this moment, the densely packed English words on the email were not pleasing to the eye at all.

He glanced at the closed door of the second bedroom again.

He habitually searches on his browser.

“How to Comfort a Traumatized Child.”

"When a child's heart is hurt, don't rush to blame him/her. Try hugging him/her first. Use warm hugs and the healing power of time to slowly heal the unintentional damage. After all, sincerity and patience are the best medicine to repair all cracks."

There were a lot of results, and Fu Yian had seen them so many times that he almost memorized every one of them.

Psychological trauma can only be healed with long-term encouragement and comfort.

Fu Yian sighed.

I already knew that the kid was sensitive, but he still rejected him so blatantly.

We are all men, what's wrong with sleeping together?

Fu Yian put away his phone, stood in front of the door of the second bedroom, hesitated for a moment, and knocked on the door twice.