Xiao Ci, You Don't Want To Be (18)

The man's fingers pressed against Xue Ci's stomach felt particularly substantial, his long, bony knuckles sinking into her incredibly elastic skin.

As if stimulated by the sensation, Fu Qingxiao felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, his breathing became noticeably heavier, and he couldn't help but press it a few more times, even pinching it.

Xue Ci: "?"

He reasonably believed that the other person had treated his stomach like a toy.

Xue Ci had experienced firsthand how strong men were, and knowing that her slender arms and legs couldn't overcome them, she simply leaned against their chests.

It would be better if my body wasn't so stiff.

"You're so soft." Fu Qingxiao brought his nose close to Xue Ci's neck. "And you smell so good."

"Why can't I smell like you after using your shower gel?"

Xue Ci's eyes widened.

No wonder he used up the shower gel he brought back from school so quickly; there was a thief here!

He thought it was because he had been pampered too much lately and had gained a few pounds, so he was using it up quickly.

However, he wasn't too bothered by it and couldn't bring himself to say something like "you can't use it."

Just as things had finished, she was held in someone's arms again. The room was quiet, and Xue Ci gradually became sleepy. Her thick, curled eyelashes drooped and then lifted again, and her cheek tilted to one side.

Fu Qingxiao caught it in time with his large hand, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Why is it so soft?"

Afraid of disturbing Xue Ci's rest, the man deliberately lowered his voice. However, the two were too close, and the sound still reached Xue Ci's ears.

He struggled to open his eyes, his expression showing a hint of bewilderment at being woken up.

Confused, he retorted, "Aren't you one?"

Fu Qingxiao: "Mine are abs."

"... Um."

"Want to touch it?"

Xue Ci her head. But her slender fingers were still lightly pressed down, and the next second, her fingertips traced the smooth lines of her muscles.

The man seemed to be deliberately tensing up, and Xue Ci felt her fingers being painfully poked.

"Okay, okay."

Fu Qingxiao was relatively obedient and let go. He was still not satisfied. "Baby, you've made me get up from touching me like that."

Xue Ci's ears burned, but she ignored him.

Then Fu Qingxiao asked, "When can I put my big one in?"

"..."

Xue Ci's shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Is Fu Qingxiao's other personality really this blunt?

He suppressed his shame and firmly refused her.

Fu Qingxiao, a product of repression and jealousy, asked in a sticky and somber voice, "Who do you like more?"

Wh-what?

"Between Fu Qingxiao and me, who do you prefer?"

Xue Ci, like a small animal, instinctively sensed the danger of the problem. He blinked, his tired eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

Do I really have to choose one?

Fu Qingxiao, asked, "Whom do you favor more?"

"Baby, tell me the truth. I won't be angry."

The tone was very similar to when a child was being lectured by their parents for doing poorly on a test.

Xue Ci pursed her lips, hesitating and thinking for a while.

Fu Qingxiao was in a hurry, but he was very patient with Xue Ci —he liked to see the expression on her face, which she thought was very serious but which seemed a bit blank to him.

finally.

Xue Ci honestly voiced her thoughts. "I like Fu Qingxiao more today; he wore a puppy apron while cooking for me."

Fu Qingxiao said he wanted to hear the truth, but when Xue Ci actually said she preferred someone else, he became unhappy.

He didn't want to hear it.

His handsome face turned cold. "What's so great about him? He pretends to be uninterested, but his thoughts are dirtier than anyone else's."

"You like puppies, so I'll become your dog too."

"Don't even mention wearing an apron, just using a dog leash will do."

"..." The more he talked, the stranger it got.

The man said in a dissatisfied tone, "I can lick you until you feel good like a dog, can Fu Qingxiao do that? Why don't you like me?"

"I didn't..."

"You wrote it all down, saying it felt numb and sore, and you couldn't breathe."

Fu Qingxiao flipped through the diary, running his fingers over the pages where Xue Ci had written.

"How about this time? Did you improve?"

He bit Xue Ci's earlobe, and her eyes quickly welled up with tears.

Fu Qingxiao was amused by his naive reaction. "Every time you lick here, your waist shakes violently."

Xue Ci was filled with shame and indignation by his words.

He quickly dodged, but the tingling sensation lingered on his skin.

"You're so annoying." He looked unhappy.

Fu Qingxiao pinched her soft, snowy cheek, her tone becoming ingratiating. "Next time we meet, I'll let you put me on a leash and be your dog."

?

Before Xue Ci could react, his vision began to sway up and down. He was being held very tightly, and the lack of oxygen turned his cheeks pink.

Fu Qingxiao's tone was overly reluctant. "Baby, I'm going to disappear for a few hours."

Xue Ci quickly understood. "Are you going back into your body?"

Fu Qingxiao gradually lost consciousness, his mind became muddled, and the last thing he saw was Xue Ci tilting her head and touching his forehead.

It's always the same amount of time... Why can't he occupy more of the same body?

The powerful resentment emanating from the alternate personality caused Fu Qingxiao had just taken over the body, to press his brow tightly, revealing a hint of pain on the usually reserved man's face.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Xue Ci asked worriedly.

Fu Qingxiao suppressed his agitation, his voice low and hoarse. "... Xiao Ci."

Actually, the two are quite easy to tell apart; they even differ in how they address each other. Xue Ci the opportunity to jump off his lap and held his shoulders. "Do you want to lie down on the bed for a while?"

Fu Qingxiao chuckled, "I'm fine."

Xue Ci noticed his gaze falling on the diary on the table, pursed her lips, and asked obediently, "Do you still need to write today?"

Fu Qingxiao, his veins bulging, closed the diary. Recalling Xue Ci's earlier words that she liked him more, he couldn't help but smile slightly, "No need."

Xue Ci a blank "hmm".

Then I heard him continue, as if explaining, "I know Xiao Ci usually has that kind of expression when she's comfortable without even reading her diary."

Xue Ci's eyelashes trembled.

Fu Qingxiao's speech seems to have become strange too...

*

Fu Zhouxuan's ambition was nipped in the bud, and Fu Qingxiao decided to send him to tutoring classes the very next day.

Xue Ci almost felt dizzy when she saw the densely packed class schedule.

He was allowed to develop freely as a child, and received no extra tutoring except for art classes.

I've also heard that excessive parenting can backfire.

Fearing that it would put too much pressure on Fu Zhouxuan, Xue Ci waited until Fu Qingxiao returned home to discuss the matter. "The New Year is almost here, should we reduce the number of classes by half?"

Fu Qingxiao said calmly, "That's not much."

Xue Ci: "..."

He hadn't expected Fu Qingxiao to be so ruthless. "Zhouxuan ranked second in the class last time, which was already quite impressive."

The more Xue Ci spoke in favor of Fu Zhouxuan, the colder Fu Qingxiao's face became. "Senior year is a crucial time. Are you already complacent with just second place?"

Just as Fu Qingxiao said this, Fu Zhouxuan came upstairs.

Xue Ci guessed that the other party must have heard her, and explained, "My uncle and I are looking at which subjects you should take extra classes for. Do you have any subjects you want to take? Or do you think there are any subjects you don't need to take?"

"Brother Xue Ci, I want to catch up on every subject." Fu Zhouxuan was provoked by Fu Qingxiao's mention of "second place." He was far from being qualified to have any contact with the Fu Family's power. The only thing he could do now was to try his best to climb up.

Only that way.

Only then...

Fu Zhouxuan turned his gaze to Xue Ci.

Second place is far from sufficient.

Not enough for Xue Ci to see.

*

Xue Ci's days became leisurely again, and she lived the life of a college student on winter vacation with nothing to do at home.

There's still a week until Chinese New Year.

There's still no news from Song Tanhai.

Xue Ci would occasionally call the other party's original phone number, just to follow the plot. In reality, she couldn't get in touch with the person.

The Fu Family has a weak sense of kinship and does not place much importance on family reunions during the Spring Festival. Only Fu Qingxiao and Fu Yang remain in the country to manage the family business.

Fu Yang is returning to China in two days, and he's been sending out messages more and more frequently.

Xue Ci has relatively free time and replies to every message.

This made Fu Yang feel hopeful again, and the atmosphere became ambiguous on one side. She said that she dreamed about him every night, and that she had been exercising more often recently and her physical strength had improved... even though she didn't write her desire to be a mistress on her face.

I've mentioned several times that Fu Qingxiao should see a doctor, since the illness doesn't affect his brain anyway, since he already had a brain problem to begin with.

Xue Ci usually just brushes things off.

At least his relationship with Fu Qingxiao as a sugar daddy should continue until the protagonist finishes his college entrance exams and officially begins to accept the Fu Family's inheritance rights.

That's when he was logged off and killed off.

The progress bar increases on its own every day; Xue Ci doesn't need to do anything deliberately.

Perhaps because he was too bored, he and 11 discussed for several hours and decided to do baking to pass the time.

Fu Qingxiao cooperated readily after learning about it, and had a lot of raw materials purchased.

The materials were expensive, so Xue Ci dared not waste any and carried out each step very carefully.

As soon as Fu Qingxiao got home, he smelled a sweet fragrance wafting from the living room.

Xue Ci did not come to greet him immediately.

The man deliberately made some noise.

Soon, a fluffy head popped out of the kitchen, like a kitten peeking out.

"It'll be ready soon!"

Xue Ci smiled.

He waved to the man and called out, "Come here quickly!"

Fu Qingxiao recalled what Fu Qingxiao said last time—that Xue Ci should prepare a dog leash to keep it on a leash.

That's great, no need to tie him up, he just comes over silently when Xue Ci calls him.

The closer you get to the kitchen, the stronger the sweet aroma becomes. The smell comes from the tray on the counter.

Dozens of cookies were neatly stacked on a thin piece of paper; upon closer inspection, they were all shaped like small animals.

Xue Ci took off her gloves, excitedly picked up a piece, and held it to his mouth.

Fu Qingxiao took a bite.

The aroma is sweet, but the taste is quite different.

A bitter taste spread across his tongue, and Fu Qingxiao swallowed it expressionlessly, praising in a calm tone, "Very delicious."

Xue Ci's eyes instantly sparkled.

Her ears burned with pride at the compliment, and her cheeks flushed pink. "Really? I think I'm quite talented too."

After saying that, he picked out another one from the plate and stuffed it into Fu Qingxiao's mouth.

Fu Qingxiao's tongue began to tingle. "Delicious."

The alternate personality, seeing but unable to eat, asked anxiously and impatiently, "[What does it taste like?]"

Fu Qingxiao paused for a moment: [What do you think it would taste like to be fed by Xiao Ci herself?]

Oh shit.

It must be incredibly sweet.

Fu Qingxiao was restless, but Fu Qingxiao suppressed him.

Over here, Xue Ci was carefully dividing the cookies. He fairly divided them into two parts, leaving one half for Fu Qingxiao and putting the other half into a paper bag, preparing to pick up Fu Zhouxuan so that he could try them.

As expected, the cookies received unanimous praise, and Fu Zhouxuan ate most of them to show his appreciation.

The progress bar moved forward by one step.

"Am I really a genius?" Xue Ci asked, her tone slightly smug.

11 is very supportive: [Waaaaah, 11 wants to eat too!]

Xue Ci patted its head and promised to do it for it when she returned to the Quick Transmigration Bureau.

Right now, only Fu Yang hasn't eaten yet. Given his picky nature, if everyone is satisfied, then there's no doubt—

He might have been a pastry chef in his past life!

On the day Fu Yang returned to China, Xue Ci spent the whole morning in the kitchen. Her focused appearance aroused jealousy in Fu Qingxiao felt neglected.

It was clear that Xue Ci was in high spirits, and he dared not stop her without permission.

"Will he arrive at the airport at 3:30?" Xue Ci had already packed the bags; he had never been so eager to see Fu Yang.

Xue Ci had planned to pick someone up from the airport, but Fu Qingxiao suddenly felt unwell, so she had to cancel the plan and give the biscuits to the driver.

The driver didn't know that the bag of cookies was made by Xue Ci; he thought it was something President Fu had asked him to bring.

Xue Ci sat on the carpet next to the sofa, looking at Fu Qingxiao with concern. In the past, when he had an upset stomach, his grandmother would rub her palms together to warm them up and then warm them for him.

Xue Ci lifted the man's clothes, but suddenly her wrist was tightly gripped.

He didn't realize the man's body was already hard as iron. "I'll use my hand to help you, it'll feel better."

Fu Qingxiao paused. Did the kitten know what it was saying?

The man's breathing quickened, and he finally succumbed to the irresistible temptation and let go.

Xue Ci's fingertips were warm and soft, making his whole head tingle.

[She's in heat so quickly.]

Fu Qingxiao, who had been pinned down inside him for two whole days, spoke in a tone like a jealous father.

Xue Ci was completely unaware. After a while, his phone vibrated on the coffee table. He looked at it and saw that it was a call from Fu Yang to Fu Qingxiao.

After the call connected, he placed the phone to Fu Qingxiao's ear.

"Hey, what kind of tricks are you using, faking illness to keep people here?" On the other end, Fu Yang's lazy, irritating tone remained. "Last time you pretended to have memory problems, what are you pretending to do this time?"

Xue Ci was close by and could hear it clearly.

However, knowing that Fu Yang often made such sarcastic remarks, he didn't take them seriously.

Until she heard Fu Yang's harsh comment. "And what's the meaning of giving me such awful cookies? They're expired and should be thrown away?"

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Xue Ci:><

Author's Note:

Oh no! The kitten holds a grudge!