Chapter 94 Chapter 94

The last words Fu Yi'an said before he was pushed down were "Don't bite my neck."

Yu Cheng didn't bite it, he just smeared the cream back and forth many times.

Yu Cheng almost ate the whole cake.

He even ate some of the leftover cream in the kitchen.

There was still a bit of cream on the tip of Fu Yian's nose. He lay on his back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling of the living room, his eyes full of despair.

Yu Chengxun came over and licked the tip of his nose. Noticing that Fu Yian was distracted, he bit Fu Yian's lips in dissatisfaction.

Fu Yian came back to his senses and looked at Yu Cheng with a little irritation.

He has already given Yu Cheng the task, why is he still not satisfied?

Yu Cheng felt a little depressed.

If you lose focus on something like this, isn't that a blatant disdain for his skills?

Yu Cheng glanced at his brother's indifferent expression, raised his eyes to look at the huge floor-to-ceiling window not far from the sofa, and suddenly bent down and picked up Fu Yian.

Fu Yian was stunned when his body suddenly left the sofa. Then he saw Yu Cheng casually pulled the blanket on the sofa and threw it on the ground near the window.

Fu Yian was placed on a white blanket by Yu Cheng.

The sweet smell of the cake wafted over him. Fu Yian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice: "Don't..."

Yu Cheng leaned down and kissed him gently, "Sure enough, the cake my brother feeds me tastes better."

A layer of mist gradually filled Fu Yian's eyes.

Bright sunlight shines through the window, falls on the two of them, and illuminates everything.

An unprecedented feeling of tension stimulated Fu Yian's brain, causing his scalp to tingle uncontrollably and tears to roll down the corners of his eyes.

Yu Cheng kissed away his tears, and said softly, "Brother has a second condition."

"I'll let my brother go after that, okay?"

Fu Yian's breathing was rapid and he opened his mouth but no words came out.

Frank words that have never been said before are circling on my lips, but even if I shed all my tears, I still can't say them.

Yu Cheng, however, was very patient and moved slowly, carefully savoring the hard-to-get delicacy.

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

"Does my brother really not love me at all?"

Fu Yian shook his head.

Yu Cheng's voice was slightly cold: "Since my brother loves me, why can't you say it out loud?"

"I……"

Fu Yian's voice fell silent.

He repeated the same word many times and never uttered a complete sentence.

Yu Cheng hugged him from behind and bit Fu Yian's earlobe.

"What should my brother say?"

There was a pleading look in Fu Yian's eyes.

Yu Cheng was unwilling to let him go easily.

"Speak, brother."

"How did my brother teach me?"

“Can silence solve the problem?”

Fu Yian didn't understand why the words he used to teach Yu Cheng were now being used on himself. He closed his eyes and trembled as he cried.

"you……"

The young man's back was too white, and Yu Cheng's eyes were filled with suppressed bloodshot.

"Brother, be good and speak out."

The fingertips of Fu Yian's fingers pressing on the glass turned pale under the pressure.

"I...you."

"Speak clearly." Yu Cheng's voice was light, with a strong sense of oppression.

The sunlight fell on Fu Yian, and his already fair skin glowed even brighter under the light.

It's just that the once smooth skin is now mottled and pitiful.

I don’t know how long it was before Fu Yi’an uttered those three words in a hoarse voice.

"I love you."

He was greeted with Yu Cheng who was completely out of control.

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Fu Yian had sworn in his heart countless times that he would never tolerate Yu Cheng in that way again.

I even had some evil thoughts, wondering if Yu Cheng would kill everyone one day.

I clearly didn't go to work because I wanted to rest at home, but the reality was completely different from what I imagined.

Not only did I not get any rest, but I felt even more tired.

But fortunately, Yu Cheng did keep his promise and did not bite my neck.

But in contrast, other parts of the body are even worse.

The fingers placed on the bed curled up unconsciously. He turned his head to look outside. It was dawn outside the window again. Fu Yian had lost the ability to sense time.

The soft sunlight shines on the bed, and the cheeks of the person lying on the bed are exceptionally white and delicate, like a work of art carefully carved by the Creator.

If you ignore the sadness in his eyes.

Fu Yian could only comfort himself by saying that Yu Cheng did a good job in his funeral arrangements.

There was no sweet cake smell on my body anymore, I felt very refreshed, and the sheets were clean.

There were some chirping sounds coming from the balcony. It was Yu Cheng making a phone call outside.

Fu Yian couldn't hear the content of the conversation, but he saw Yu Cheng's lip movements, and it seemed that he was talking about the Jiang family.

Yu Cheng noticed Fu Yian's gaze and greeted him silently through the balcony glass.

He had a gentle smile on his face, simple and harmless, and easily resolved the subtle depression in Fu Yian's heart.

Yu Cheng hung up the phone and walked into the room, with a bright light in his beautiful eyes: "Brother is awake."

Fu Yian hummed and sat up from the bed.

It seemed that he was used to such things, or perhaps Yu Cheng had learned foreplay. Since the first time, he no longer felt any pain.

Just a weird sour feeling.

Fu Yian was wearing a simple nightgown. He looked down at his slightly slack body and frowned.

Because Yu Cheng was always in heat anytime and anywhere, his exercise habit had been interrupted for a long time.

Yu Cheng took out the clothes that he had prepared long ago and put them on Fu Yian himself.

As Fu Yian was getting dressed, he gave Yu Cheng some rules: "In the future, you must set aside time for me to exercise at night."

Yu Cheng thought about it and felt that the gym was also a good place.

"Okay brother."

After Fu Yian put on his clothes, he found that the shirt was a little too big.

"Why are you letting me wear yours?"

Yu Chengqian sniffed Fu Yian's shoulder, his eyes full of reluctance: "I just thought that maybe seeing my brother wearing my clothes would slightly ease my desire for him."

Fu Yian: “…”

He calmly changed the subject: "What were you talking about on the phone just now?"

Yu Cheng smiled gently: "Brother, are you checking my post?"

Fu Yian glanced at him and said, "You don't allow me to do that?"

"Of course I agree. I will tell you whatever you want to know."

Fu Yi'an paused.

"So what happened between you and Jiang Youyun that day?"