Fortunately, Fu Jingfan didn't come out.
However, it's a bit strange that Fu Jingfan took twice as long to shower today, and I don't know why he was delayed.
He didn't think much of it, fearing he would be discovered, and drank a glass of warm water, which gradually calmed his racing heartbeat caused by the strenuous exercise.
Ten minutes later, the bathroom door finally opened.
Su Huaiming really didn't know how to face Fu Jingfan, so like an ostrich, he simply burrowed into the blankets.
The main lights in the room were off, with only the small bedside lamp casting a dim yellow glow, illuminating only a small area; the rest of the room was shrouded in darkness.
Su Huaiming lay obediently on the bed, the blanket covering his nose, revealing only his bright black eyes, his hair falling softly across his forehead.
Being stared at so intently, Fu Jingfan felt a silent invitation.
But Fu Jingfan remembered Su Huaiming's frightened appearance and knew it was just his imagination.
Fu Jingfan knew he couldn't rush things, but he still didn't look away, greedily tracing Su Huaiming's features with his gaze before walking over.
He casually dried his hair with a towel in hand. As he raised his wrist, the sleeves of his bathrobe slipped down, revealing his strong arms with prominent wrist bones and visible veins, exuding a powerful aura of masculinity on this night.
Su Huaiming resisted the urge to crawl under the covers, took a few deep breaths, and told himself to stay calm and not act like a clueless newbie.
Fu Jingfan stood next to Su Huaiming, lowering the towel he was holding. His eyes were dark and deep, like a whirlpool, drawing Su Huaiming into them.
He extended his hand to Su Huaiming.
Su Huaiming subconsciously held his breath, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not move away.
The imagined touch did not come. Fu Jingfan simply grabbed the blanket and pulled it down a little, without touching Su Huaiming at all.
"Don't cover yourself like that, it'll make it hard to breathe."
After speaking, Fu Jingfan withdrew his gaze, sat down next to Su Huaiming to dry his hair, and did nothing else, as if he had just casually given a word of advice.
Su Huaiming breathed a long sigh of relief, his tense body softened, and his previously erected defenses gradually retreated, proving that he could accept more of Fu Jingfan's actions.
But he was clearly unaware of this.
After drying his hair, Fu Jingfan glanced at Su Huaiming.
Su Huaiming understood what he meant, and deliberately tilted his head to let Fu Jingfan see that the back of his hair was also dry, indicating that he had carefully blow-dried it.
Fu Jingfan slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
The two did not speak, but having lived together, they had developed a tacit understanding.
After putting down the bath towel, Fu Jingfan walked to the other side, lifted the blanket, and lay down.
Su Huaiming kept his eyes fixed straight ahead the entire time, practically staring a hole through the ceiling, yet he didn't see a single inch of Fu Jingfan's clothing.
But then he felt a weight sink beside him, and the scent of the same shampoo he wore grew stronger, indicating that there was someone else beside him.
Fu Jingfan said, "I need to look at some more documents. You don't mind, do you?"
Su Huaiming shook his head repeatedly, remaining motionless, and whispered, "You see, I'm going to sleep now."
After saying that, as if to prove himself with actions, he immediately closed his eyes.
Su Huaiming usually slept very well and could fall asleep quickly, but this time, his mind was in turmoil. Although he had closed his eyes, his brain was very active and he was not sleepy at all.
Su Huaiming was afraid of being discovered by Fu Jingfan, so he lay there without moving, even deliberately keeping his breathing quiet.
When vision is deprived, the other senses become incredibly acute.
The bed sank a few inches deeper, and I could hear the rustling of fabric against each other. The blanket was also pulled, followed by the crisp sound of something colliding.
Su Huaiming guessed that Fu Jingfan must have gotten up to get the water glass that was placed next to him.
After that, there were no other sounds, but Su Huaiming felt that Fu Jingfan's scent was becoming stronger and stronger, and his gaze, which had an extremely strong presence, was fixed on him.
Su Huaiming was afraid it was his imagination, and also afraid that Fu Jingfan would find out, so he gritted his teeth and endured it. But as time went by, the feeling became stronger and stronger, and his exposed skin felt a tingling sensation like an electric current.
Su Huaiming couldn't hold on any longer and squinted his eyes a crack, just in time to meet Fu Jingfan's gaze.
!!!
Caught off guard, Su Huaiming's body jerked uncontrollably. If it weren't for the blanket pressing down on him, he probably would have sat up abruptly.
"You, you, you..." Su Huaiming stammered, almost biting his tongue in his panic.
Fu Jingfan seemed much more relaxed and asked with a smile, "Can't you sleep?"
"..." Seeing that he had been discovered, Su Huaiming stopped pretending and nodded almost imperceptibly. "I don't know why, but I suddenly couldn't sleep tonight."
Fu Jingfan threw back the covers, lay down on the bed, propped himself up on his elbows, turned his head to look at Su Huaiming, and said softly, "Is it because of me?"
Su Huaiming was shy and inexperienced. He was stunned when Fu Jingfan said such a thing so naturally. He stared blankly at Fu Jingfan, blinking his eyes as if he had lost the ability to speak.
Fu Jingfan was amused by Su Huaiming's adorable reaction and felt an urge to do something, but reason kept reminding him not to rush things.
Fu Jingfan gave Su Huaiming a deep look, his gaze subtly slipping through the gaps in the blanket.
Having received some comfort, Fu Jingfan forcibly suppressed the restless thoughts in his heart, pretended to be a decent person, and gently patted Su Huaiming through the blanket, full of reassurance.
"I'll tell you a story, and you'll be able to fall asleep afterward."
Fu Jingfan had sharp features, but his eyes were incredibly gentle as he focused intently on Su Huaiming, his reflection etched in his eyes, as if there was no room for anything else.
This is blatant cheating.
Su Huaiming couldn't stand this. His guard immediately crumbled, and he looked at Fu Jingfan with the same gaze, trying to respond to him.
Fu Jingfan smiled and said, "A long, long time ago, there was a firefly. It flew and flew..."
Upon hearing this opening, Su Huaiming knew that Fu Jingfan was treating him like a child.
He's 23, not three. He doesn't need bedtime stories!
But he couldn't refuse Fu Jingfan's words, and the words "firefly" had a special meaning, which immediately softened his heart. He didn't care about the dignity that adults should have and continued to listen to the bedtime story with a clear conscience.
Fu Jingfan only had experience in coaxing Fu Xiaoxiao, so he used the same approach on Su Huaiming, telling him stories while gently patting Su Huaiming.
"This firefly got lost. He had no one of his kind around him, nothing at all, and he owed so much. He decided to become strong as soon as possible, to hold firmly in his hands what he wanted, that it belonged only to him, and that no one could take it away from him."
Upon hearing this, Su Huaiming's brows furrowed, realizing that Fu Jingfan was referring to his own affairs.
Fu Jingfan looked much more relaxed than him, not caring about the past. He looked down at Su Huaiming and said, "He got what he wanted. The higher he flew, the fewer people he found around him, until he met a star in the sky."
Fu Jingfan traced Su Huaiming's features with his eyes, recalling the moments they had spent together. "This was the brightest star he encountered in the night sky. He was drawn to its light, drawing closer and closer, wanting to completely possess it, but he would never obscure its brilliance."
Su Huaiming felt a slight soreness in the tip of his nose.
He knew how difficult it was to say these words, yet Fu Jingfan opened up his heart with utmost sincerity, without any defenses or pretense, as if he wanted to completely entrust himself to him.
But he wasn't sure if he had given Fu Jingfan a definite answer. Thinking about it, he felt he had done too little and received too much.
"Okay." For the first time, Su Huaiming poked out his soft tentacles from his shell. They looked gentle, but his eyes were incredibly serious, as if nothing in the world could shake his mind.
Su Huaiming took a deep breath and said again, "Okay."
This statement was quite abrupt, but Fu Jingfan understood exactly what Su Huaiming was talking about.
These two simple words carried more weight than any vows of eternal love, striking Fu Jingfan's heart with each stroke.
Fu Jingfan liked to prepare everything thoroughly, and he needed to be even more serious when dealing with Su Huaiming. He had thought every step through, but at this moment, Su Huaiming's two words had disrupted his mind.
The person he cherished lay before him, completely unguarded. Mingming she was a mimosa, she boldly touched him with her leaves, showing him her affection.
Desire churned in his eyes, Fu Jingfan's rationality was taut. A voice deep within him clamored for him to hook the branches of the mimosa, gently rubbing them with his fingertips, exploring them little by little, until his fingertips were stained with sap, making the touch even softer. Every tender leaf trembled under his hand.
Fu Jingfan's gaze darkened, his voice dry and hoarse, filled with desire. "I have another way to make you fall asleep faster."
Su Huaiming, completely unaware of the danger, asked, "What is it?"
These three words were a silent agreement to Fu Jingfan. He could no longer pretend, and his movements were filled with eagerness and desire. His figure completely blocked Su Huaiming's view.
The movement was too fast; Su Huaiming didn't have time to react.
Fu Jingfan's fiery aura enveloped him tightly, invading his body through his lips and tongue.
Too forceful, too intense.
Su Huaiming instinctively gripped the blanket tighter, his eyes wide with helplessness, his eyelashes trembling slightly as he couldn't bear it any longer.
With his mind and breath controlled by Fu Jingfan, Su Huaiming was caught completely off guard and utterly defeated. The moment they touched, Fu Jingfan handed over the initiative, giving Su Huaiming free rein.
That feeling of being deeply immersed in a crimson dream returned. His body lay in soft clouds, floating lightly, his mind blank, and warm water flowed silently over him, wrapping around his limbs.
Afraid of dwelling on the past, Su Huaiming gripped the corner of the blanket even tighter, but Fu Jingfan's hand followed, forcefully squeezing between his fingers to intertwine with his.
Su Huaiming gave a soft hum and slowly closed his eyes.
Su Huaiming's biological clock was too powerful; he opened his eyes at his usual wake-up time.
Because he hadn't slept enough, his mind was foggy. Su Huaiming sat on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a while, wondering whether he should get up.
No one had ever told him before that being in a relationship would affect his sleep!
Fu Jingfan, that liar, said he could help him fall asleep faster, but instead he tossed and turned until 3 a. m. before finally falling asleep.
Su Huaiming was more concerned about his health than most people, paying close attention to his diet and sleep. Thinking about what happened last night, he suddenly felt a little worried and anxious.
Just as Su Huaiming's thoughts were racing in this direction, the door to the room opened, and Fu Jingfan appeared in front of him.
Fu Jingfan placed the tray on the small table by the door and asked softly, "Would you like to eat here, or in bed?"
Upon hearing this, Su Huaiming couldn't help but look at Fu Jingfan's lips, recalling the moist and hot touch, and his ears turned red involuntarily.
He coughed, trying to appear calm, before saying, "I'll go eat there."
Su Huaiming, wearing pajamas and slippers, walked to the small table and saw the breakfast on it, all of which were his favorite foods.
The aroma of food perked Su Huaiming up considerably, and he casually picked up Custard Bun.
Fu Jingfan sat opposite Su Huaiming, watching him intently, and even thoughtfully poured him a glass of milk.
With something stuffed in his mouth, Su Huaiming mumbled, "Why aren't you eating?"
"I've already eaten."
Su Huaiming nodded and, without standing on ceremony, finished his breakfast.
Fu Jingfan casually tidied the table, looked at Su Huaiming and said, "It's still early, sleep a little longer, I'll wake you up later."
After finishing his meal, Su Huaiming felt drowsy and, suppressing the urge to yawn, nodded.