Chapter 59 Where did he go wrong?

The lights were dim in the luxurious mansion.

The huge floor-to-ceiling window curtains are half-closed, and the luxurious night view can be seen through the other side.

Fu Yian felt heavy-hearted.

He clenched his fists tightly, trying to get rid of the powerless state.

However, what he thought was strength was just a weak and coquettish act in Yu Cheng's eyes.

With the little bit of rationality left, Fu Yian shouted hoarsely at the person on his body: "Get out!"

"Go down!"

Yu Cheng was totally unaware.

He carefully savored all of Fu Yi'an's reactions, which stimulated Yu Cheng's mind and made him unable to control himself and get closer to Fu Yi'an.

The feeling of skin touching skin made Yu Cheng unable to stop.

The sweat on Fu Yian's forehead slid along his hairline into his scalp, leaving behind a string of unbearable numbing sensations.

He subconsciously pushed the person away, trying to avoid Yu Cheng's gaze.

But this struggle only made Yu Cheng's rage even more intense.

“Why fight?”

"Don't you like me that much?"

"Can't you accept me?"

Yu Cheng's eyes were dark red, and he pressed Fu Yian's arms firmly, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

Fu Yian thought of the plot in his mind, and his hoarse voice was also filled with a little anger: "Yu Cheng, look carefully! I am a man!"

He is not one of the women who was with Yu Cheng in the plot!

Why did Yu Cheng react to him like this!

Hearing his words, my whole demeanor suddenly sank.

Man, man.

Are you so dissatisfied with him?

How many times does Fu Yi'an have to emphasize this!

Why is Fu Yian's mind filled with those women!

Why can't I be his closest person just because he is a man!

The pain made Fu Yian cry out.

Yu Cheng suddenly turned his head and bit Fu Yian's wrist, leaving a series of perfect tooth marks on it.

"Brother is right."

"I'm not mistaken."

"It's you I want."

"It doesn't matter who is in my brother's heart. We are already together..."

Soon, Fu Yian found that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

He didn't drink much, but the drug was too strong.

There was only the sizzling breath between the two of them.

His changes could not escape Yu Cheng.

The man lowered his head, his dark eyes filled with joy, and gently kissed Fu Yian's eyes.

"Brother, will you be happy because of me?"

Fu Yian tilted his head and closed his eyes, unwilling to face the facts before him.

But his avoidance only made Yu Cheng even crazier.

…

The cool sunlight shines through the clean white curtains, illuminating the messy bedroom.

In the center of the spacious room is a luxurious bed that can accommodate four or five people.

The room was very quiet. Two people were lying on the bed, one tightly held in the other's arms.

The person being held had an extremely delicate appearance, with black hair like crow feathers falling on his smooth forehead, and his fair skin was covered with red marks of varying sizes.

It seemed as if he had been tortured, and the deep and shallow scars made him look very pitiful.

There was not a single piece of exposed skin that was intact; there were even purple bite marks under the wrists.

He fell into a deep sleep, locked tightly in the arms of another person.

Yu Cheng lowered his eyes, his focused gaze like a dragon counting his treasures, and he hugged the person in his arms tighter.

The overly strong arms caused the person in the embrace to hum softly, but the person holding him did not relax at all.

Soon, the person being hugged got used to the tighter force. He was too tired, so he found a more comfortable position in the arms of the person next to him and fell asleep again.

Yu Cheng looked at the person lying in his arms, with a satisfaction he had never felt before in his eyes.

My brother belongs to him completely.

He had never understood those who were keen on having fun before, and now Yu Cheng just wanted to despise his former self.

Yu Cheng was intoxicated by the feeling of being one with his beloved.

Especially the way Fu Yian depended on him after he lost consciousness last night, which almost made Yu Chenghun's blood vessels explode.

If Fu Yian had not fainted, he would not have let his brother go so easily.

He hadn't felt this satisfied for a long time.

Even if he stood at the top of the Yu family, he would not be able to feel even one ten-thousandth of the satisfaction he felt at this moment.

The person in his arms is covered with traces of him.

Yu Cheng moved slightly to allow them to hug each other tighter.

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My eyelids are too sore.

Even moving the eyeballs slightly is very difficult.

Fu Yian opened his eyes with great self-control.

The luxurious crystal chandelier reflects the warm sunlight outside the window.

It seemed to be afternoon outside.

Fu Yian moved his fingers, his arms were sore and he had no strength at all.

This kind of extreme fatigue and soreness was something he had never experienced since he started training.

The originally pink lips were now very dry, with a few small cracks at the corners of the lips. The slightest movement would cause excruciating pain.

As for the other reason why he couldn't move, Fu Yian didn't want to recall it at all.

Even if I only use the leg muscles, the place where they are pulled will cause a piercing pain.

Fu Yian didn't know what he had experienced last night.

His always cold expression has a hint of dazed helplessness.

Why, what did he influence?

In the plot, Yu Cheng, who has countless women, would be interested in men...

Is it because he didn't teach me well?

In the face of what happened last night, Fu Yian even felt that some of the cruel and terrifying things he had investigated about Yu Cheng were nothing.

He didn't understand why the good stud protagonist would do such a thing to him.

No matter how hard Fu Yi'an wanted to defend Yu Cheng, he couldn't think of any reason.

"Wake up, brother."

The bedroom door was pushed open, and an extremely gentle voice came into Fu Yi'an's ears, but it made his body shudder subconsciously.

Fu Yian opened his mouth, only to find that all he said was inaudible.

"Brother, your voice is hoarse, please stop talking."

Yu Cheng walked to the bed and sat down. He held the teacup in one hand, stirred it with an exquisite spoon, and then skillfully fed it to Fu Yian's mouth.

The water droplets moistened the corners of Fu Yi'an's dry lips and accidentally touched the cracked wound on his lips, causing Fu Yi'an to tilt his head.

The drop of water slid down the corner of the man's lips and into the wolf's neck where he was bitten.

Seeing him trying to refuse, Yu Cheng paused.

"It's my fault, brother. The spoon was too hard. I should have fed you myself."

Having said that, he lowered his head, drank a sip of tea, and kissed Fu Yian's lips which had just been wet.