Xiao Ci, You Don't Want To Be (04)

Fu Yang said these two sentences almost in quick succession, giving Xue Ci little time to think.

Before Xue Ci could even change her expression, her face was cupped in her hands.

The soft, rosy cheeks pressed into a curve caused the man's well-defined fingers to sink in, making him want to apply even more pressure.

That hardly qualifies as cupping someone's face; it's more like pinching them.

Her full cheeks were squeezed together, forcing her lips to part slightly.

Fu Yang seemed to really enjoy this action. Every time he touched Xue Ci like this, his scalp would tingle in waves, making him feel incredibly good.

"Ugh... no, no..."

Xue Ci uttered a vague sound that was difficult to understand.

Fu Yang ignored her completely. He was much taller than Xue Ci, so he bent down and brought his whole face close to hers.

His handsome face suddenly loomed large, startling Xue Ci so much that she trembled, her cheeks and mouth steaming.

The inside of my mouth was a very pink color, and the tip of my tongue was very tender.

Fu Yang smelled a fragrance.

It has a sweet taste, but I can't quite describe it.

It was strange, so strange that he felt hot all over.

Xue Ci didn't know why Fu Yang was smelling it for so long. His delicate eyebrows and eyes showed embarrassment. He couldn't close his mouth and couldn't swallow his saliva, which gradually filled his mouth.

More and more.

He awkwardly backed away, trying to break free, but Fu Yang's lips suddenly pressed against his.

It was almost a collision; Xue Ci in pain and let out a soft, trembling cry, but the man's mouth immediately caught her muffled, wet sound.

Her eyelashes trembled violently, and her thin eyelids turned completely pink.

His lips were being rubbed hard, and Fu Yang, as if afraid he would run away, gripped the back of his head with his large hand, making it impossible for him to break free.

As the hype intensifies, it robs people of their ability to think critically.

Xue Ci felt her mouth was incredibly sour, as if someone had eaten a lot of her saliva.

Even opening my eyes was extremely difficult.

The cool, minty scent enveloped him.

Fu Yang was not satisfied at all and seemed to want to proceed to a second round.

Xue Ci's lips were rubbed until they were numb, and her mouth was also sore and numb. She used all her strength to push the other person's face away.

Suddenly, the other person turned their head, and the part that should have touched their cheek moved to their lips.

Xue Ci felt her fingers were wet; she must have accidentally put them in Fu Yang's mouth.

The sticky sensation made him uneasy, so he used it as an excuse to push the other person away and pull his hand back.

The two finally separated a little, and he saw Fu Yang lick his lips.

She probably noticed his impolite behavior.

That's really impolite... and also very strange.

Xue Ci was dizzy from the kisses, her chest heaving, her face wet and pink.

He had no idea how he appeared in the other person's eyes at that moment. His lips parted, and he was about to explain something when he felt his hand being grasped.

Fu Yang glanced at his finger, then looked back.

His voice was much lower and hoarseer than before, like sand that had been polished. "You want me to lick your fingers?"

?

Xue Ci couldn't understand the other person's thought process and immediately pulled her hand back, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

His tone was a bit fierce, probably because he wasn't very comfortable with the kiss earlier; his cheeks were puffed out.

... After being kissed, she acted coquettishly.

Fu Yang noticed he had been staring at that face for about ten seconds, and realizing what he was doing, he immediately looked away. "I think you're about to drool; it's not good if someone sees you like that."

Xue Ci: "?"

His mind was spinning. "So you kissed me?"

"I've already put my hand on your face, and I don't have anything else to help you catch your saliva."

"..."

Xue Ci was too lazy to pay attention to him; she was completely exhausted.

He had just been kissed, and his voice was soft and slightly nasal.

The skin of the mutton fat jade was covered with pink.

They're good at hiring, no matter how you look at it.

Fu Yang couldn't take his eyes off him.

"What brings you here?" Xue Ci didn't want to talk to anyone, but he couldn't just leave his sugar daddy like that. His words had the implication of asking him to leave, but unfortunately, Fu Yang's brain was currently blank, and he thought Xue Ci's scolding sounded like he was being coquettish.

"You don't have any classes on your schedule, so I can't come to see you?"

Fu Yang originally planned to come over to have dinner with Xue Ci, but unexpectedly they ended up kissing halfway through.

You can't blame him for that.

It's because Song Xueci has too sweet a tongue.

He looked at Song Xueci again and finally noticed a hint of embarrassment and annoyance on her beautiful face.

Are you angry?

She doesn't want him to kiss her? Does she still have feelings for her ex-boyfriend?

Fu Yang's eyelids twitched. Realizing that Song Xueci might have done many intimate things with her ex, a pang of jealousy rose in his heart.

Of course, he couldn't just ask directly.

"Are you hungry?" The young master's tone softened, but still carried a hint of stiffness. "I've made a reservation at the restaurant. I go there often; the food is alright."

Normally, he wouldn't say that last sentence; it seemed like he was deliberately trying to curry favor.

Fortunately, Xue Ci didn't say anything and followed him with her eyes lowered.

The two walked one after the other without saying a word.

Xue Ci always a step behind him.

Fu Yang sensed something was wrong. Who doesn't walk side by side when they're dating? He turned to the side, intending to tell Xue Ci to follow, but then, as if remembering something, he stopped and waited for her to Xue Ci up.

The restaurant is not far from Xue Ci, and its decor is very Chinese, with a quiet and peaceful environment.

After finishing her meal, Xue Ci fed the koi fish in the restaurant, which naturally put her in a good mood, and she also gave Fu Yang a friendly look.

Fu Yang stood to the side, holding the bait, completely unaware that he had become a servant. His attention was entirely on Xue Ci, his gaze flashing briefly over that wrist.

The red rope looks familiar.

As if remembering something, Fu Yang's expression suddenly turned grim.

Even after breaking up, she's still wearing the same red string as her ex.

What's going on?

Xue Ci squatted by the pond watching the goldfish eat their food, her cheeks puffing out like the fish.

It's tiny.

Seeing that the bait was gone, he didn't even look up and reached out as usual.

The result was a heavy weight on my palm --

He now had a watch in his hand.

Xue Ci was taken aback. "Why are you giving me this?"

Fu Yang pointed his jawline at him. "The red rope is too ugly."

I'm not good enough for you.

The last sentence was left unsaid, so Xue Ci naturally assumed that the sugar daddy thought she was too poor. After hearing the price of the watch, she quietly put it away, afraid of dropping it into the pool.

Fu Yang then continued to pass on the bait.

The sky gradually darkened.

Xue Ci up. "I want to go back to school."

Fu Yang glanced at the time; it was only seven o'clock.

His brows furrowed with lingering interest, but he wouldn't admit he was obsessed with the date. He casually uttered an "oh" and drove her home.

Xue Ci to her dorm, finished her homework, took a shower, chatted with her roommates, and didn't remember to check her phone until around ten o'clock.

Fu Yang sent him a WeChat at eight o'clock.

[exist?]

It seems like something else was posted around 8:30, but it was retracted.

Another message was withdrawn at nine o'clock.

Another one was withdrawn at 9:45.

Xue Ci didn't understand, but he and his sugar daddy didn't need a confidant.

I replied perfunctorily: [Yes.]

The reply came instantly: [Chatting with your ex-boyfriend?]

Xue Ci: "?"

He honestly replied, "[I'm doing my homework.]"

Fu Yang: [What homework took you three hours to complete?]

Xue Ci: [Advanced Mathematics.]

Fu Yang: [Is it difficult?]

The overly provocative tone made Xue Ci was diligently doing her homework, particularly unhappy.

He pretended not to see the message and logged out of WeChat.

Two minutes later, Fu Yang's message popped up: [Going to do homework again? Send it to me, I'll do it for you.]

Xue Ci: "?"

It wasn't a stereotype, but Fu Yang really didn't look like someone who would obediently study.

The client required him to follow the established persona, so he randomly took pictures of a few questions and sent them over.

Unexpectedly, the other end sent a message very quickly.

It's a screenshot from a tablet; the text is clear, and the important parts are underlined in red.

Xue Ci's eyes widened.

My impression of Fu Yang has changed slightly.

In the following days, whenever he encountered a problem he couldn't solve, he would send it to Fu Yang, providing free questions while also ensuring the progress bar was up.

Fu Yang didn't provide many solution steps for some of the questions, Xue Ci didn't understand them, so she sent a message to ask.

Fu Yang: [This can only be explained over the phone.]

Xue Ci was unaware that she had taken the bait and obediently sent a voice message.

Fu Yang was still in his office, with his assistant standing to the side. The assistant watched as the ill-tempered vice president used a tablet to explain a math problem to someone.

This question looks like it should be from advanced mathematics.

Is the vice president preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam?

The assistant's idea was quickly dispelled by Fu Yang's tone—it was simply too intimidating, a soft, slightly servile voice, as if he were worshipping an ancestor.

Looking at her expression, the corners of her mouth were turned up, and her face was beaming with happiness.

Fu Yang explained halfway through, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, then his expression changed slightly, and he narrowed his eyes. "Who was that man who was speaking just now?"

Xue Ci in confusion, glancing at her roommate who had just returned to the dorm. "My roommate's back."

Seeing Xue Ci on the phone, her roommate teased, "Chatting with your boyfriend?"

He was unaware that Xue Ci had broken up with her boyfriend; the boyfriend he referred to was naturally Jiang Shu.

Xue Ci denied it. "No."

Fu Yang's face was ashen.

Is he not presentable enough?

Of course, he didn't question Xue Ci. He wasn't particularly interested in dating, and he wasn't some neurotic jealous husband.

The progress bar has been moving steadily these past few days, thanks to Xue Ci's advanced mathematics assignments.

However, Fu Yang would bring up other topics while he was doing calculations.

"Did you specifically wear perfume when you saw me?"

Did you spray it into your mouth too?

"Your saliva smells so good, your ex-boyfriend must have been asking you to kiss him all the time."

Xue Ci's train of thought was interrupted, and her voice sounded somewhat displeased, "No."

There was a sudden silence on the other end.

Xue Ci, still waiting for the next step, urged him, "What's next?"

Fu Yang glanced down.

... it swelled up.

It's autumn now, and he might be allergic to willow catkins; his body has been swollen quite often these past few days.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Xue Ci put down his pen, slumped onto the table, and buried his face in his arms. He seemed to remember something, his eyes drooping. "Do you think I'm too stupid?"

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Fu Yang was about to be overwhelmed by Song Xueci, his heart pounding, but he deliberately ignored it. He then cleared his throat and said casually, "... That was your first kiss."

Xue Ci a guilty "hmm".

This is not a lie.

That was indeed their first kiss in the world.

There was silence on the other end of the phone; only breathing could be heard.

After a five or six-second pause, Fu Yang finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of possessiveness that he hadn't shown before.

No wonder he can't even breathe properly.

"Her eyes were red too, she looked like she was about to cry from my kisses."

Xue Ci's cheeks burned from his words, and she buried her face in her arms.

Fu Yang didn't hear his voice. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Xue Ci pursed her lips, feeling a little embarrassed, and wanted to quickly end the conversation, so she echoed, "Mm..."

This attitude really surprised Fu Yang.

Huh?

Huh?

Song Xueci's tone sounded a little unhappy... Could it be that she cared a lot?

Fu Yang's heart skipped a beat, and the corners of his mouth almost turned up in a smile. He explained to himself, "But don't worry, I'm just good at it. Apart from that one time with you at school, I have no other experience."

"You'll probably have more experience later."

Xue Ci realized the meaning of the second half of the sentence and quickly shifted the topic to studying.

Fortunately, Fu Yang didn't bring up these things again.

The assignment is complete, and progress is steadily increasing.

Aside from the strange topic just now, Xue Ci was satisfied with everything.

Just as he was packing his things to leave the dormitory, he heard 11 issue a new task.

[After you became Fu Yang's mistress, Song Tanhai thought he had security and kept asking you for money. Your longing for family made it impossible for you to abandon him, so you kept withdrawing money from Fu Yang's account. This made Fu Yang despise you even more, and he became even more demanding, torturing you in various ways in bed.]

The last sentence made Xue Ci's shoulders hunch slightly.

Fortunately, Fu Yang was not seriously injured in the accident.

This is the original plot, but for some reason, Song Tanhai has been out of contact lately and hasn't asked him for money.

His task was simple: to spend some money using Fu Yang's card every day.

Xue Ci very polite and would always send a message to Fu Yang before spending any money.

Can I buy that?

[I can't choose, can I buy both?]

Fu Yang completely thought Xue Ci was just being coquettish with him, but when he checked his bank card, he found that the transactions were all in the tens or hundreds of yuan.

He thought it was probably because Xue Ci didn't know how to spend money.

So they started having gifts delivered to the dorm every day—expensive jewelry, fresh roses. Whenever they had free time, they would drive their sports cars to the school to pick people up and take them to the cafeteria for meals.

Later, not content with meeting every two or three days, he simply made time to visit Song Xueci every day.

If the other person's class is full, they will stand outside the classroom and wait.

When class ended, he rushed over to Song Xueci as soon as he saw her.

He bent over, bringing his face very close, almost to the point of kissing.

He complained, "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? Don't even think about going home until you've stayed for at least four hours."

Xue Ci was startled when she first saw him appear at the classroom door.

What kind of wealthy patron would so openly come looking for someone?

Isn't it all about "With me, don't expect anything from me other than money" and "This relationship is shady"?

Why was Fu Yang still holding his hand at school?

Xue Ci sensed something was wrong with the plot, but the progress bar was still going up.

Fu Yang's actions don't seem to have any negative impact; on the contrary, they seem to advance the plot.

Perhaps close contact with her sugar daddy could speed things up... Xue Ci thought to herself, and tried to snuggle closer to Fu Yang.

Sure enough, the progress bar increased.

His eyes lit up, his lips curved into a smile, and he bumped into Fu Yang's arms again.

He bumped into Fu Yang until he couldn't breathe, remained hard all night, and had all sorts of weird dreams.

*

The top floor of the Fu Group.

Executive office.

The office lights were still on that night. Fu Qingxiao took off his glasses, revealing a hint of fatigue in his otherwise cool and handsome eyes.

He had just rubbed his temples when the door was pushed open from the outside.

Fu Qingxiao knew who it was without even looking up.

Fu Yang was the only one who could walk in without knocking.

The two are related as uncle and nephew in terms of generation, but they are only two years apart in age. Their hobbies and personalities are quite different, yet they get along exceptionally well.

In private, they dropped the formalities of seniority and chatted casually.

"Why aren't you home so late?"

Fu Qingxiao's tone was indifferent.

In contrast to his slightly cold and indifferent expression, Fu Yang, who had also worked a full day, was full of energy.

"No, I need to catch up on the work I did during the day."

Fu Yang hesitated, then abruptly stopped, as if keeping him in suspense and deliberately waiting for him to ask.

Fu Qingxiao acquiesced, "What did you do during the day?"

"What else can we do? Date, of course." Fu Yang coughed, twirling his phone in his palm as if casually adding, "He's so clingy, he can't be without me, sending message after message."

The message indicates that Xue Ci received a text message notification when she made a bank card transaction.

Fu Qingxiao knew that he had recently found a college student, but he didn't expect them to date for so long. After all, no one could tolerate Fu Yang's temper.

Of course, perhaps the other party is after their status and position.

Seeing Fu Yang's completely absorbed expression, he was afraid the other person was being deceived. "Be careful."

Fu Yang chuckled, knowing that Fu Qingxiao was jealous of him. "How could he lie to me? He just likes me, and he looks so innocent, he wouldn't lie."

After saying that, he took out a stack of photos from his coat pocket.

Fu Qingxiao glanced at the photo; it was clearly taken secretly, and the boy in the center of the picture was staring blankly with his head down.

Although the face is not clearly visible, it is indeed deceptive.

Fu Qingxiao paused, then suddenly remembered where he had seen this face before.

Fu Yang was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang. After seeing the contact name, his expression softened instantly. "See, I told you you can't live without me."

"I'll go answer this call."

Fu Yang turned and went into the lounge, his meek and coaxing expression perfectly reflected in the glass window.

Fu Qingxiao shifted his gaze to the photograph.

Five minutes later, Fu Yang came out of the lounge.

"You missed me so much." He lifted his eyelids. "You definitely want me to kiss you."

Fu Qingxiao: "..."

He endured the other person's words until they packed up the photos and left, and the office returned to quiet.

He didn't know why, but being bothered by Fu Yang like this, he couldn't concentrate on his work anymore.

[Unable to concentrate on work?]

Another voice arose within my body.

Fu Qingxiao's expression turned cold.

What are you doing out here?

The exact same voice as him--

I'll come out and tell you why.

Fu Qingxiao frowned, his gaze falling on the table.

Fu Yang left behind a photograph.

In the photo, the boy is looking up, revealing the beautiful lines of his neck.

And a small section of her slender waist.

Inside my body, that voice carried a light, mocking tone—

[You're in heat, how can you still work?]

Author's Note:

There's still two more watches to go, we'll have to wait until midnight!

Try to write until you get hit by a car! [Pity][Pity][Pity]