Chapter 92 Does my brother's hand hurt?

Fu Yian really didn't know who he had suitors.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

His tone was helpless and tolerant.

After hugging for a long time, Yu Cheng finally let go of Fu Yian's waist.

There was a smile in his eyes: "So brother loves me now, right?"

These words were too straightforward. Fu Yian's ears couldn't help but turn red, but he still nodded.

Yu Cheng took a step back, leaving an arm's length of distance between them.

"So if I ask my brother for a kiss, he will give it to me, right?"

Fu Yian froze.

Kissing right after confirming the relationship...isn't it a bit too fast?

Yu Cheng's gaze had already moved to Fu Yian's light-colored lips.

Seeing that Fu Yian didn't move for a long time, Yu Cheng lowered his eyelashes. He couldn't see the emotions in his eyes, but he could hear his low voice.

"So you still can't accept me?"

"It's okay, brother. There's no need to pretend to love me. I know my personality is not likable."

Fu Yian wanted to deny it, but suddenly he saw a hint of tears in the corner of Yu Cheng's eyes, and he was immediately at a loss.

He took a step forward, but his body was stiffer than the most shabby robot.

"No...I really..." love you.

The two straightforward words were stuck in Fu Yi'an's throat. Even though his neck turned red, he didn't utter them out loud.

Fu Yian had never expressed his thoughts so bluntly before; the word "reserved" had long been engraved in his bones.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Yu Cheng's lips.

"It's okay, brother, there's no need to force yourself..."

Seeing his depressed look, Fu Yi'an felt nervous. He walked in front of Yu Cheng, raised his head, and tried to tiptoe. The tips of their noses were getting closer and closer, but they never touched.

It was only one centimeter away, very close, but Fu Yian could not touch Yu Cheng's thin lips.

He got a little anxious and stood on tiptoe, but unexpectedly he lost his balance and fell on Yu Cheng.

Fu Yian was stunned. He lowered his head and realized that it was not that he could not reach him, but that Yu Cheng had deliberately taken a step back at some point.

Yu Cheng laughed out loud.

"Brother, how can you be so cute?"

"The brother who takes the initiative looks so good."

In an instant, Fu Yian's face turned red all the way to his neck.

He calmly pushed Yu Cheng away, straightened his pajamas, and without even looking at him, turned around and went to the cloakroom.

The warmth in his arms was suddenly gone. Yu Cheng was still reluctant to let go, but he soon realized that he had done something wrong and quickly apologized to Fu Yian.

He stuck to Fu Yi'an's back, raised his hands to help Fu Yi'an take off his pajamas, and looked at him eagerly: "Brother, I was wrong, brother, can you kiss me again?"

Yu Cheng diligently took out a clean shirt for Fu Yi'an, and like a puppy, brought out a suitable tie. He even matched Fu Yi'an's trousers in the blink of an eye, staring at Fu Yi'an without blinking.

Fu Yian frowned and ignored him.

The initiative he took just now was already the limit of his courage, and he would not take the initiative to kiss Yu Cheng again.

He changed his clothes simply and neatly, and Yu Cheng stuck to him the whole time, not lagging behind him even for a step.

Just when Fu Yian returned to the bedroom and was about to get his phone, Yu Cheng grabbed his wrist.

"My brother is not fully recovered yet, so he can't go to work today."

Delaying work for one day is already Fu Yi'an's limit. Since he started working, he has never been absent from work for so long.

Fu Yian frowned indifferently, his icy voice remained unmoved: "My fever has subsided, I can go to work."

"Today, the media is interviewing Fu. If my brother were to go there, he would definitely be on camera."

Fu Yian had at least 800 interviews like this, and he didn't take it seriously at all: "An interview is--"

He was halfway through his words when he noticed Yu Cheng's gaze and raised his hand to touch his neck.

Yu Cheng frowned: "Brother, are you sure you want to appear in the media like this? Are you going to make me public now?"

"Brother, can I finally appear by your side openly?"

Fu Yian's temperament was a little gloomy and his face was very cold.

It is a simple matter to make it public or not, but his image represents the Fu family, and there must be no mistakes.

Yu Cheng blinked innocently: "The top one was bitten last night."

This means it will take at least another week to subside.

"Yu Cheng!"

Fu Yian couldn't stand it any longer, so he raised his hand and slapped him on the head.

Yu Cheng's eyes were filled with tears: "Brother..."

Even though there were many tears in his eyes, Yu Cheng immediately took Fu Yi'an's hand and blew on it gently: "Does my hand hurt?"

If you want to pretend, you will pretend!

He didn't use any effort at all!

But no matter how much he blamed her, he couldn't say a word when he met her aggrieved eyes.

Fu Yian held his breath, not knowing whether he was angry at Yu Cheng or at himself.

He snorted coldly and walked out of the room to have breakfast.

Yu Cheng's voice came from behind: "Brother, you haven't kissed me yet——"

Fu Yian suppressed the bulging veins on his forehead and pretended that he was deaf.

Yu Cheng looked at Fu Yian's back, who was obviously showing patience, with a faint light flashing in his eyes.

It turns out that his brother's tolerance for him has no limit.

This feeling of being treated specially really satisfied Yu Cheng's subtle vanity and filled his twisted possessiveness.

Sure enough, my brother is the only one who is different in this world.

With a drunken smile on his face, Yu Cheng followed Fu Yian's back.

"Brother, can you really not kiss me again?"

*

At the dinner table, Fu Yian took a bite of the exquisite-looking breakfast, with Yu Cheng's chattering echoing in his ears.

"Brother, I just feel insecure and want you to take the initiative."

"Brother, I was wrong."

"If my brother could give me a kiss, I would be happy all day long."

"Just once, just once..."

"Boo"

A slight sound interrupted Yu Cheng's mumbling.

Fu Yian felt a headache from his nagging, so he turned around and kissed him on the face.

Yu Cheng turned his other face to the side, with the corner of his lips raised:

"Brother, I want this too."