Xiao Ci, You Don't Want To Be (16)

In the bright living room, the even breathing of the handsome young man sleeping soundly on the sofa could be faintly heard.

The sweet aroma of cream drew Fu Yang's attention to the coffee table.

Half of the cake remained on top, collapsed from the heat of the radiator, with a dozen candles and the disposable plastic plate that had held the cake scattered haphazardly beside it.

Under the coffee table, there were five or six gift boxes, each one opened and still wrapped with ribbons.

The person who wrapped the gift did so with care, and the person who unwrapped it was also very careful; the edges were neatly trimmed with a knife, clearly indicating that they didn't want to tear it.

These were undoubtedly the birthday gifts Xue Ci had chosen for Fu Zhouxuan.

Fu Yang's mind went blank, his memory suddenly pulled back to when he was eighteen—what was his coming-of-age ceremony back then? A sports car? A diamond watch?

He had no recollection of it at all, since the gifts were pretty much the same every year, and they weren't given to him by his parents in person.

There was nothing new or exciting about it, and I didn't feel valued.

Fu Yang suppressed the jealousy and bitterness welling up inside him and turned his gaze back to the messy cream cake.

What makes Fu Zhouxuan so special that he can obtain all of this?

He couldn't imagine how cheerful and optimistic he would be if he received Xue Ci's birthday cake when he turned eighteen.

Perhaps by this age, Xue Ci and I will be an old married couple, having tried everything.

It shouldn't have come to this point, where even the ability to love is lacking.

The mere sight of a cream cake made Fu Yang with envy. If he knew that Xue Ci had made this cake herself and had been preparing for it for a long time, he would probably go crazy and beg Xue Ci to make one for him too.

The leftovers were smeared on Xue Ci's milky skin, a thick layer on her chest and there, and then, under the pretense of not wanting to waste them, she was pinned to the table and forced to lick them off with her tongue.

Pulling back his wild thoughts, Fu Yang's gaze swept coldly over Fu Zhouxuan.

He got straight to the point, without saying anything unnecessary.

"Have you licked enough?"

"You left the banquet early just to sneak a lick of my ex-boyfriend's fingers?"

"Then let me tell you, it's not your place to lick it."

Fu Zhouxuan could hear the barely suppressed anger in Fu Yang's voice, and he knew what the other was angry about.

He should feel ashamed and fearful for what he just did.

But Fu Zhouxuan inexplicably felt no fear, probably because the pleasure he felt from licking his finger earlier had overwhelmed him.

He gently placed Xue Ci's hand back under the blanket before standing up. "Brother Xue Ci, your fingers have cream on them."

"There's no paper nearby? Do you need to clean it up with your mouth?" Fu Yang was about to say something more when Fu Zhouxuan shushed him.

"Don't disturb Brother Xue Ci."

Fu Yang silent.

Xue Ci was still asleep, and he didn't even dare to vent his emotions. He even changed out of his slippers and straightened his leather shoes.

Fearing that Fu Zhouxuan might dare to do something even more audacious, Fu Yang simply stayed by Xue Ci's side.

He sat on the carpet near the sofa, still wearing a bespoke suit, his long legs curled up, looking quite cramped.

Fu Zhouxuan silently tidied the coffee table.

Why pretend to be virtuous?

You can't judge a book by its cover; this child is so young yet already has a mind of its own.

Fu Yang snorted inwardly, pulled a wet wipe from the coffee table, half-lifted the blanket, and picked up Xue Ci's slender fingers.

He hadn't seen clearly which finger Fu Zhouxuan had licked, so he simply wiped them all carefully.

The wiping process was very lengthy.

Fu Yang was used to being rough, but he controlled his strength when he was with Xue Ci. The warmth from the heater made his forehead break out in a layer of sweat, and his hot breath hit Xue Ci's skin.

Finally, the discomfort brought Xue Ci to her senses.

Upon seeing Fu Yang kneeling over him to wipe his hands, he widened his eyes. "Fu Yang..."

"You... what are you doing in my house?"

And what is she doing, holding his fingers so close?

Fu Yang looked up, his mind blank. He opened his mouth, looked at Xue Ci for a few seconds, and then, for some reason or because he wanted to explain his behavior to her, he didn't know.

"Let me wipe it off for you; it's all dirty saliva."

Xue Ci froze, and after a moment of stunned silence, she finally realized what was happening.

She pulled her hand out of Fu Yang's large palm like a kitten pulling its paw away.

Fu Yang sensed a hint of disdain in Xue Ci's complex gaze.

Okay, let him be the bad guy.

The crucial point is that he didn't even get to lick it.

Fu Yang suddenly felt quite miserable. Xue Ci liked older men, so she could choose Fu Qingxiao; if Xue Ci liked younger men, there was also Fu Zhouxuan, who had just turned eighteen.

He's a backup option no matter what.

No wonder everyone says the second child is the least popular.

*

Fu Yang eventually explained to Xue Ci that he helped wipe his hands because he saw cream on them, and that they had come here because the banquet was over.

"You don't reply to my messages."

He didn't mention the photo the bodyguard sent to his phone.

Xue Ci "Oh," and asked, "Where's my uncle?"

He still habitually calls Fu Qingxiao" Uncle".

"We haven't gone back yet. Dealing with those people will take all night." Fu Yang's voice was casual, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally drifting over Xue Ci's fingers.

Her fingers were indeed wiped very clean, without any sticky dirt. But Xue Ci was very concerned about what Fu Yang had said about the saliva on them.

After all, it's not like Fu Yang wouldn't lick his fingers.

Xue Ci couldn't understand why anyone would do something so... perverted. In the end, she got up and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Fu Zhouxuan had already cleaned up the trash and even wiped the floor with a rag.

Xue Ci asked Fu Yang, "Did you drive here?"

"He's been drinking, but hasn't opened it." Fu Yang raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the TV cabinet, and suddenly asked, "Where's the photo wall in the living room?"

How did you... know?

Xue Ci was stunned for a moment before realizing that Fu Yang was still her creditor and must have been here.

Each of these small worlds was completely static and devoid of energy before his arrival. He certainly didn't have the opportunity to travel and take photos with Song Tanhai in various places.

Those photos were all taken and composited by 11.

Since no one is home often, the felt board gets dusty easily, so Xue Ci put it away in a drawer when she last came home.

I've put it away.

After Xue Ci finished explaining, she glanced at the progress bar.

72%.

The awful plot is about to begin.

Even though Song Tanhai usually gambles and disappears, he will always come home before the New Year. It would be better if he didn't come home, as Xue Ci can take good care of herself on her own. But after he came back, the house became a complete mess.

When debt collectors came to the house to collect a debt, Song Tanhai couldn't pay, so Xue Ci had no choice but to ask her sugar daddy for help. Sacrificing her dignity for money, she agreed to many of their unreasonable demands, and in the end, she was so abused that her body would tremble uncontrollably at the slightest touch.

Xue Ci thought that Fu Yang would always be her creditor and sugar daddy, and was even glad that the other party was in poor health, at most he would just be kissed a few times and scolded a few times.

Now it's Fu Qingxiao instead...

Fu Qingxiao looked refined, but his body was surprisingly strong. Xue Ci could often feel it when he held her in his arms.

It's very uncomfortable.

But Fu Qingxiao has been very good to him, so he probably wouldn't treat him like that.

Xue Ci began asking Fu Yang about news concerning Song Tanhai.

Fu Yang's expression darkened when he mentioned Song Tanhai: "Why are you asking about him?"

"The New Year is almost here, and I still can't get in touch with him." Fearing the story might veer off course, Xue Ci tentatively asked, "Can you get in touch with him?"

It would be easy to punish Song Tanhai; embezzling public funds would be enough to send him to prison for many years. But Fu Yang kept quiet and didn't pursue the matter immediately, all for Xue Ci's sake.

He had tested her when she went to the casino to ransom him, but Xue Ci still had some dependence and affection for this scoundrel, otherwise she wouldn't have done something like getting him drunk for money and then demanding responsibility.

Of course, he wouldn't let Song Tanhai affect Xue Ci's life.

"He's far away now, I've got someone keeping an eye on him. He's changed his phone number, you definitely won't be able to reach him." Fu Yang saw Xue Ci staring up at him, and unable to resist, he finally succumbed to those eyes. "I'll give him a few days off so he can come back to see you."

"But if he makes any more demands of you, you must call me."

Xue Ci smiled and said, "You're so good to me."

Fu Yang's eyelids twitched slightly. He had given his whole heart away because of the small favor Xue Ci had offered him.

casual.

Anyway, he won't like anyone else except Xue Ci.

Once your heart is given, it's given.

With the plot settled, Xue Ci felt relieved. Seeing that it was getting late, he asked Fu Yang to take Fu Zhouxuan back to the villa.

Fu Yang gave a slight smirk. "He's eighteen already, can't he go back by himself?"

Then she grabbed Xue Ci's hoodie. "What are you wearing? Aren't you hot?"

The sweatshirt was quite thin, perfect for wearing indoors. Xue Ci felt that Fu Yang's old habit of nitpicking had resurfaced, and urged him to hurry up and leave.

Fu Yang glanced lazily at his phone, showing no intention of leaving, and even lay down on the sofa. "It's too late, I might have to stay here tonight."

Xue Ci: "?"

The house has three rooms, but only two beds.

They definitely wouldn't want to touch Song Tanhai's bed.

The sofa isn't long enough either.

Xue Ci thought about her small bed and looked troubled.

After much discussion, somehow it came to the two of them sleeping on the floor in his room.

... That works too.

It was too late, Xue Ci's mind wasn't sharp enough, so she let them come.

Fortunately, the heating is adequate, and there are enough blankets.

Xue Ci led the two into the bathroom, pointing to the bottles and jars. "This is shower gel, this is shampoo, and this pink one is facial cleanser. Don't get them mixed up."

His voice was soft, and the two brothers appeared serious, but neither of them listened; they were either staring at Xue Ci's waist or his mouth.

Fu Qingxiao's video call came in at that moment.

The man on the other end of the phone was dressed in a suit and tie, and seemed to have just finished a banquet. He was talking to him in his car.

"I'm still at home, going to sleep."

Xue Ci was completely unaware that the bathroom was a rather intimate place, especially when Fu Yang suddenly leaned over and pointed to the shelf next to the bathroom.

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Fu Qingxiao to hear.

"Xiao Ci."

Fu Qingxiao's voice carried a strange possessiveness, "Who were you with in the bathroom?"

11 popped up: [Wow, is the room going to turn into a giant dormitory?]

Xue Ci: "..."

*

To prevent the situation described in 11 from happening again, Xue Ci sternly told Fu Yang to take Fu Zhouxuan back, and before leaving, she found a pretty paper bag to put a gift for Fu Zhouxuan.

Fu Yang's tone was sour. "You wrapped all of these yourself?"

Xue Ci always wrapped her birthday gifts this way, and that's how she got into the habit.

"Yes, I glued the bow on too!"

His tone was slightly smug.

Fu Yang couldn't help but say, "You've never seen me off."

Xue Ci felt a pang of guilt at the sound of the other person's aggrieved voice. She rolled her eyes, then suddenly remembered something. "I gave you a talisman."

Perhaps fearing that Fu Yang would say the amulet was too small and hardly a gift, he didn't give the other a chance to speak, his tone suddenly turning fierce. "Did you throw it away?"

Fu Yang unbuttoned his suit jacket and pulled out a red string. "I carry it with me all the time, I only take it off when I shower."

Xue Ci was stunned. He hadn't expected Fu Yang to carry such a small talisman with him at all times.

This time, the guilt was even stronger.

He touched his nose and said, "I'll give it to you on your birthday."

Fu Yang was pleased by that simple sentence.

Seeing Fu Zhouxuan staring at the amulet, he quickly put it back into his clothes.

Even 11 couldn't help but complain upon seeing him, "What a stingy guy."

After seeing the two into the elevator, Xue Ci had no energy to do anything else. She washed up and lay down to rest.

The next morning, Fu Qingxiao called, "Are you coming back tonight? I'll pick you up."

Xue Ci, saying, "I'd rather stay home."

Fu Qingxiao was silent for a moment, then said, "Then I'll live with you."

"..." Xue Ci only wanted to hide at home for a few days to avoid Fu Qingxiao, and he feigned concern, "That will make you very tired."

Fu Qingxiao: "But I miss you so much."

"Wife."

I haven't kissed you for a day.

Forced by her established persona, Xue Ci had no choice but to agree to return to the villa.

That evening, Fu Qingxiao came to pick her up, holding Xue Ci's hand tightly the whole way.

Dinner went smoothly until Xue Ci returned to her bedroom after taking a shower, when Fu Qingxiao picked her up in his arms.

"Why are you so small and light? Is it because I haven't taken good care of you?"

Xue Ci's soft flesh was being pinched here and there, making him irritable but unable to get angry. So he simply pressed his mouth against hers.

Xue Ci's one act of taking initiative resulted in a lifelong introversion.

Her lips were being rubbed back and forth, her mouth was being licked, and the sound of her swallowing saliva was filled with excitement and trembling.

Fu Qingxiao's tongue was very hot, Xue Ci was being eaten very deeply, making her whimper softly. Her lips were bitten until they turned pink, and the food she couldn't swallow flowed out through the gaps, making her chin wet.

"Baby is so wet."

"...?"

What vulgar things are you saying?

Xue Ci met Fu Qingxiao's cunning expression. "Is all you want to do every day just kiss me? Did you only get engaged to me just to kiss me?"

"Wife."

Fu Qingxiao realized that Xue Ci was deliberately picking a fight to avoid being kissed.

His large hand cradled Xue Ci's incredibly soft area, his fingers sinking deep into it, and his breath trembled heavily.

He picked her up and placed her on the table. With a possessive gesture, the man placed one hand on Xue Ci's waist and took out a card from the drawer with the other.

Xue Ci roughly understood the gesture. "Are you going to give it to me?"

"Hmm." Fu Qingxiao said, enunciating each word clearly, "Hand over your salary."

Xue Ci it and heard the sound of the progress bar increasing.

11 Explanation: [Host, your progress will increase when you interact with your sugar daddy and act like a canary!]

Xue Ci's eyes, which had been dazed and confused by the kisses, finally revealed a hint of satisfaction.

Fu Qingxiao leaned in and suddenly bit his rosy cheek.

Such intimate gestures occurred almost every second whenever the man was home over the next few days.

When you come back, give me a hug; when you loosen your tie, give me a kiss.

They kiss after dinner, and they kiss again after just a few words of conversation.

In the evenings, she would take it upon herself to do his laundry, and afterward, she would try to get something in return—a deep kiss.

Xue Ci felt like her mouth was about to rot.

How come he never noticed before that Fu Qingxiao was a kissing maniac?

I've been getting kissed all these past few days, but the progress bar isn't going up at all.

Xue Ci didn't want to bother the protagonist with messages every day, so he considered whether to have the protagonist move in with him.

However, we need to discuss this issue with Fu Qingxiao first.

*

As soon as Fu Qingxiao got off work tonight, Xue Ci went to greet him in her slippers.

Her soft arms clung intimately to his, displaying a tender and dependent demeanor.

You came home so late tonight, I missed you a little.

Fu Qingxiao was surprised. In the past few days, when he returned, he could feel that Xue Ci was deliberately avoiding him, and would only reluctantly come out of the room when she heard his voice.

What's wrong with me today?

Fu Qingxiao narrowed his eyes slightly.

He didn't quite understand the reasons why young men act cute or affectionate.

Besides, Xue Ci doesn't usually like to act cute with him.

"The card has been handed in; you can buy whatever you want anytime. Just tell the housekeeper if you need anything." Fu Qingxiao leaned forward and pondered, "Would you like to go out and have some fun?"

Xue Ci looked puzzled. "It's too cold outside. I don't want to go out."

Fu Qingxiao rubbed his head, smoothing out the few messy strands of hair. "How about we go somewhere warm, or go soak in a hot spring?"

Xue Ci's shoulders trembled with fright.

Even at home, she insisted on kissing him and going to the hot springs together... Xue Ci didn't dare to think about it. He lowered his voice and shook Fu Qingxiao's arm. "I've been a bit bored at home lately, can I ask Fu Zhouxuan to stay with me?"

The man, who had always been obedient to him, fell silent.

Xue Ci glanced at Fu Qingxiao. The lamplight obscured his brows, and the man's calm expression carried an unspeakable sense of oppression.

Don't you agree...?

Xue Ci to pull her hand away, but the man quickly pressed down on her wrist, keeping her holding onto him.

Um?

He suddenly heard Fu Qingxiao say, "You treat Fu Zhouxuan better than I do."

I'll bake him a cake myself for his birthday.

"Now I have to live with him again."

"When I come home from get off work, you hide in your room and refuse to talk to me, but you'd rather spend time with him."

After finishing his accusations one by one, Fu Qingxiao lowered his eyes and said, "I'm such a failure."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xue Ci's bewildered expression. As if trying to comfort him, she clutched his clothes with her slender fingers and said in a flustered voice, "I'm not ignoring you."

Her round earlobes were stained pink.

The lips were held in the mouth.

Xue Ci tried to comfort her, "If you don't like him coming over, then I won't mention it."

No sooner had I finished speaking than something damp licked my ear.

Xue Ci jolted awake, her eyes widening as she looked up. Fu Qingxiao asked, "Is Fu Zhouxuan staying here for the entire winter break, or will he stay here permanently?"

Xue Ci immediately said, "Just one winter break! Okay?"

Fu Qingxiao hesitated, "It's possible, but—"

Xue Ci in agreement, staring intently at Fu Qingxiao, as if he would agree to any condition the man might propose.

I want to hug him from behind and do it once.

Fu Qingxiao's excited voice came from within his body.

[You can use a mirror, but it's best to urinate on the mirror first.]

Fu Qingxiao's breathing became erratic, and he frowned, scolding, "[It's not time yet, don't come out.]"

Fu Qingxiao scoffed: [These are all your own ideas, otherwise why would I have come out?]

Fu Qingxiao pursed his lips.

His chest heaved from these bold remarks, and even the blood in his body felt scalding hot.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed his excitement. "You have to promise me one thing."

*

Xue Ci never expected that Fu Qingxiao had been writing in a diary ever since they started living together.

To be more precise, it wasn't the day we moved in together, but from the very first intimate contact.

Beneath the gold-embossed leather cover, Fu Qingxiao meticulously recorded his feelings after each intimate encounter with him.

For example, when he licks the very back of her mouth, she drools a lot; she makes sounds of unbearable discomfort when he licks certain places; she feels good when he kisses certain places; and she will actively rub her chest against him.

Why, why write all this...?

Xue Ci only read two lines before he dared not look any further, unable to believe that Fu Qingxiao had written so many pages. He averted his gaze, his cheeks and ears burning, his eyelashes trembling incessantly.

Head bowed, staring at the tips of his slippers.

This can be considered a form of bullying.

Fu Qingxiao said solemnly, "I have a habit of keeping records, and these things are very important. I want to know how to make you comfortable, and I will write those things down when we get married."

"Xiao Ci, why don't you write a part too, okay?"

Wh-what?

Xue Ci stared wide-eyed at the other person in disbelief, pursing her lips repeatedly before finally murmuring, "I don't know how to write it."

The next second, Fu Qingxiao picked him up and sat him down in a chair.

A fountain pen was stuffed into Xue Ci's palm.

"Just write down your true feelings." Seeing that the person was about to slide down, Fu Qingxiao easily caught him and hugged him tightly.

Xue Ci could feel that the man's muscles were taut all over, and he was hard everywhere.

"I... I don't know."

He kept using this excuse to refuse, and then he heard the man say, "Let's try again now, so you can remember."

Xue Ci's expression changed, and she immediately said, "I think I remember now."

A few seconds later, his fingers trembled as he picked up the pen and, under Fu Qingxiao's coaxing, reluctantly wrote several hundred words.

"It's finished."

His voice was very soft and weak; he didn't even want to look at that page of text.

However, Fu Qingxiao seemed quite satisfied, and the next day he had someone bring Fu Zhouxuan to the villa.

Xue Ci will need to continue writing in that diary.

He put all those things out of his mind and focused all his attention on the main character so that the important plot could be completed.

Fu Zhouxuan was undoubtedly happy when he learned that he would be moving in with Xue Ci.

When Fu Yang found out, he went to Fu Qingxiao and made a scene for a long time, but ended up being sent abroad on a business trip due to several meetings.

Fu Zhouxuan felt very lucky, but a few days after moving in, he found it harder to get through than he had imagined.

During the day, things were fine; Fu Qingxiao was at the company.

He and Xue Ci spent their leisure time at home reading or playing games.

But once Fu Qingxiao returns, he will definitely take Xue Ci for himself.

Not only did he monopolize the time, but he also frequently saw Fu Qingxiao asking Xue Ci for kisses.

If they don't get what they want, they'll pester and pester.

They ended up kissing.

Xue Ci's lips were often swollen and puffy from being kissed so much.

The cupid's bow was sucked very hard.

It feels so good to hold it in my mouth.

Fu Zhouxuan had no idea how far things had progressed between the two of them. He felt like an outsider, completely unable to get involved in their relationship.

All I can do is watch Xue Ci be kissed.

Occasionally, when Xue Ci didn't notice the neckline, he would see that the color there had darkened, becoming round and bulging, with a pinkish blush around it.

After turning his gaze away, his face flushed, he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild again.

Did Fu Qingxiao eat there?

What would it taste like? Would it be so pleasurable it'd make you feel like you're in heaven?

Will Xue Ci make a sound? Will it feel good? Her voice must be very alluring.

Fu Zhouxuan couldn't stop thinking about it, and he suffered from insomnia for several nights, and his mental state was not very good.

To avoid seeing anything he shouldn't, he would hide in the guest room after 10 p. m.

Even so, he still managed to catch them.

Perhaps because they saw that the lights in his room were off, they didn't take any special precautions.

The bathroom door was left ajar.

A cold, white light seeped out.

Xue Ci's lower leg and taut instep were clearly visible.

"I can go to the toilet by myself..."

"I don't need you to hug me."

He heard Xue Ci speak in an embarrassed voice, sounding soft and tinged with shameful sobs.

"Don't touch my stomach... Waaah..."

Fu Zhouxuan's back was tense, as if his whole body was on fire.

He could roughly guess that Xue Ci was being held in the same position as a baby being urinated on.

The man holding him was probably moving his fingers from his slender waist up to his lower abdomen.

Press down harder.

Soon, the sound of running water and sobbing filled the bathroom.

Author's Note:

Baby, you don't want to be bullied and have your juices spilled everywhere in the later chapters, do you?

Then stick your tongue out and let me suck on it. [Pity][Pity][Pity]