Xiao Ci, You Don't Want To Be (25)

Xue Ci but couldn't break free.

In summer, clothes are made of thin fabric, so all the heat from a man's body comes through.

Little by little... it seemed to be melting the milky-white skin.

Xue Ci dared not hear words like "spray" or "tide" now. He was afraid of hearing such embarrassing and ambiguous water sounds, and he was also afraid that the other person would say that his face would make such an expression.

That way...

What kind of expression is that?

Xue Ci didn't know that at that moment, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were unfocused, and his gaze was misty and absent, a mixture of joy and restraint.

Her lips were plump and wet, with bite marks showing, whether from a man's kiss or from her own biting.

Fine beads of sweat glistened from every pore of my body, and the fragrance was even stronger than usual.

I don't know where it came from.

One can't help but suspect that his body has cracks, and that it might secretly leak water at the slightest touch.

"I... I'm a little tired."

Xue Ci was tightly bound, and in the end, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"It's time to... rest."

Yingfen's fingers frantically tried to close the diary.

Fu Yang started acting strangely after seeing these things.

However, the moment Xue Ci's fingertips touched the paper, the man covered the back of her hand.

The scalding heat made him try to pull back, but like a kitten struggling, he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried, and his eyes turned red. In the end, he simply gave up.

"How could you do this...?"

Even when angry, he draws out the last syllable; he can't be fierce at all.

Fu Yang buried his face deep in the crook of his neck and took a breath.

"This isn't the most fragrant spot." The man pressed Xue Ci's finger, moving it slowly along the vigorous handwriting as he read Fu Qingxiao's diary.

Xue Ci's fingers were quickly rubbed red.

Fu Yang's low, husky voice echoed in his ear, "If you press your nose against soft flesh, you'll bite your lips and let out a whimper of unbearable sobs."

"Touching your ears will release a lot of sweet juice."

After reading only a few lines, Xue Ci's face burned and his head spun. He sniffed listlessly, "Don't... don't read anymore."

"Then we won't read Fu Qingxiao's." Fu Yang seemed to be understanding, but before Xue Ci's cheeks could cool down, he turned the page.

The paper smelled of ink, mixed with the sweet scent of someone's body.

Fu Yang suppressed his infatuation, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Is this... your handwriting?"

Xue Ci didn't know where to look, pretending not to understand. "... No."

He's so stupid.

In this situation, no matter what he says, Fu Yang will read it aloud.

Xue Ci wrote very little; most of it was written while Fu Qingxiao called him to a chair and watched him write. He sat upright, as if he were in class, yet he wrote such shameful things.

It started with kissing, then she said her mouth felt uncomfortable and her tongue was sore.

The kiss will penetrate very deeply.

I don't like being kissed.

I also dislike the feeling of suffocation.

The last time was the only time I had to exert myself. I didn't have much strength to begin with, and my waist went limp after just a few swaying movements. I couldn't support my body at all and could only sit on the other person.

The entire room was filled with the jealousy rising in Fu Yang's heart.

Xue Ci was facing away from him, being held on his lap, and couldn't see his expression.

But based on experience, I suspect it won't be much better...

The blood in the other person's body became hot again, and its flow accelerated.

Xue Ci sensed something and realized she couldn't avoid it today, so she endured the shame and told the man, "This kind of thing is very tiring."

I'm too tired today.

To everyone's surprise, Fu Yang's breathing quickened almost instantly upon hearing this. "Let's not do any of that today, okay?"

It will be soon.

"I just touched it and smelled it."

It was as if we were discussing it with him.

But the tone of voice didn't sound like that at all.

Xue Ci simply gave up, but his vision was soon obscured by something.

This is... He couldn't help but shudder as the man juggled him closer to his arms.

His eyes could feel the smooth texture as the man tied his head back.

"Xiao Ci, you really are..."

It's too astringent.

She has such an innocent and pure look, yet she suits these things perfectly.

Fu Yang's breathing became heavy. He tilted his head, pressed Xue Ci's chin down, and kissed her eyes through his tie. He could feel Xue Ci's eyes trembling.

It quickly became damp.

Perhaps because she had lost her sight, Xue Ci became dependent, her fingers tightly gripping the man's crisp shirt.

It was pitch black.

Her skin was burning hot and pink; she couldn't stand even the slightest touch.

But Fu Yang still loved touching him.

Hold him around the waist and turn him around.

At this moment, the two were facing each other directly.

Xue Ci couldn't see it, but she could feel Fu Yang's gaze on her. That gaze was impossible to ignore; it was naked and direct, like a rough tongue licking along her skin.

It's a very primal and wild action, like someone who has found their most desirable female and is showing off their power to her.

That kind of dominance is the most direct way to attract females.

My tie is completely soaked and now it's sticky and uncomfortable, covering my eyes.

Xue Ci let out a soft breath through her nose.

Fu Yang stared at Xue Ci's face, then leaned in and gave her a flattering kiss on the corner of her lips.

"Wife."

"It's gotten so damp."

Xue Ci was already dizzy and disoriented when she was further embarrassed by what the other person said.

The temperature refused to drop.

He was furious, but he was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say.

In the end, my eyes and nose welled up with tears, and I couldn't help but want to cry.

His tie was soaked through, and his face was damp and pink, a mixture of sweat and eyes that the tie couldn't absorb.

So pitiful.

But why do I want to see him cry more?

I want to do it.

More bad things.

"Wife," Fu Yang called out, licking along her soft, white cheek. Perhaps because the cheek was so soft, he couldn't help but suck on it.

Xue Ci, and her muffled sobs subsided somewhat.

"I'll help my wife suck it."

He kept calling her "wife" as if Xue Ci had already agreed to date him.

Xue Ci is very annoying.

But in the end, Fu Yang still licked his face clean like a big dog.

Whether out of fright or embarrassment, Xue Ci drifted off to sleep in the other's arms.

*

The day after I woke up.

Xue Ci was in her own bed.

A faint light shone through the curtains; it was already broad daylight outside.

Xue Ci breathed a sigh of relief that she didn't have to go to class on Saturday.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Upon seeing Fu Yang's name, Xue Ci's face paled. He wrapped himself in the bed sheet, leaving only half his head exposed, trying his best to forget what happened last night.

The sticky feeling remains.

He vaguely remembered that Fu Yang had whispered something in his ear like "What a fragrant kitten" and "The kitten is so good at sucking."

Xue Ci only came out after being suffocated under the covers.

As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, I smelled a fragrance.

The prepared breakfast was laid out on the table, still steaming.

Fu Yang was not there.

Xue Ci opened her phone.

Fu Yang sent several messages, all around the time he was about to wake up.

Xue Ci stared at it for a while.

Is this what liking someone is like?

Do you know all the habits?

After carefully considering it, he wrote this down.

*

After that, Fu Yang didn't dare to do anything outrageous again, and he always behaved properly when he asked Xue Ci out.

It's not unusual for wealthy men to spend money, but Fu Yang spent both his money and time on Xue Ci. At the same time, he didn't dare to completely give up his current status, for fear that Xue Ci would think he was incompetent.

Fortunately, Xue Ci did not intend to distance herself from him; she simply treated him much the same as she treated others.

Fu Yang dared not hope for too much; at least Xue Ci had not agreed to anyone's request at this time.

He inexplicably became cautious, until one day he saw the necklace hanging around Xue Ci's neck.

--The marshmallow necklace, the one he gave me.

Although he only wore it for two days before switching to another style, Fu Yang was still full of energy and pursued her even more diligently.

Aside from the company, the place I visit most often is Xue Ci's school.

Time flies.

On the day Fu Zhouxuan left the country, Xue Ci rushed to the airport to see him off.

Fu Qingxiao was also there.

The man, with his hair parted to the side, greeted her like an old friend.

When Fu Zhouxuan saw Xue Ci arrive, his eyes lit up noticeably. He recalled how Fu Yang had been pursuing Xue Ci so relentlessly, and how he regretted being born at such an age.

If he had been born five years earlier, would he have had so much more? Would he have been able to avoid ending up with nothing?

"Be careful when you're alone." Xue Ci gave Fu Zhouxuan a piece of jade, which Fu Zhouxuan hung around his neck, gently concealing all his affection.

"Xue Ci."

Fu Zhouxuan hugged him restrainedly, "I'll miss you."

I'll miss you madly, and I'll strive relentlessly to improve myself.

No matter what happens in the future, I will come back to you.

*

After Fu Zhouxuan went abroad, the progress bar rose slightly and then stopped at 99%.

The number 11 means that foreign food is too terrible. Fu Zhouxuan has obviously grown a lot. He either needs to accept it or learn to survive on his own.

Xue Ci waited for the progress bar to fill up while attending class.

As for dating, that depends on fate.

Fragment always pop up at times like these: [Baby, do you want to talk to me?]

Xue Ci hesitated: [Are you a string of data?]

[Sort of.]

[However, once the energy is replenished, I will have my own physical form.]

Xue Ci out a soft sound of surprise, a hint of anticipation on her face.

Instead of reclaiming the small world, Fu Yang's birthday arrived first.

The man was probably provoked by the birthday gift he bought for Fu Zhouxuan last time, so this time Xue Ci shamelessly offered to give something better than what he had bought for Fu Zhouxuan.

Seeing that Xue Ci troubled for several days, her little face almost scrunched up, Fu Yang couldn't bear it and relented. "Never mind, just buy one."

The two went shopping together.

Xue Ci felt that Fu Yang was naturally picky and could find fault with even the most expensive things.

Surprisingly, the man was easy to deal with this time.

A bottle of perfume completes the gift.

--Just because he said it smelled a bit like you.

Fu Yang was satisfied, but he refused to accept it now, insisting that Fu Yang give it to him in person at the birthday banquet.

Xue Ci secretly wrote it down again—"Be pretentious."

... That doesn't seem right.

Xue Ci and rewrite it.

It should have a sense of ritual.

*

The Fu Family's birthday banquet has always been a social occasion for the upper class.

Fu Yang knew that Xue Ci didn't like to stay long, so he waited for Xue Ci to give him the gift box in front of everyone before arranging for someone to take him back.

Of course, gifts need pretty wrapping paper and bows.

Wrapping gifts wasn't difficult for Xue Ci, but he felt that bringing them out at such a banquet was a bit... out of place.

To put it bluntly, you'll be ridiculed.

If Fu Yang himself isn't afraid of controversy, then Xue Ci doesn't really matter.

Song Ran had completely lost control of Fu Yang, this enthusiastic mad dog, and could only stay by Xue Ci's side as long as she had the strength.

At this birthday party, he refused to talk to many people and followed Xue Ci with a cold face throughout.

Xue Ci noticed it too. "Brother, someone over there wants to talk to you."

Song Ran didn't even look over. "They're all looking this way at him."

Xue Ci: "No, everyone definitely wants to talk to you about work."

Hearing Xue Ci's helpless voice, Song Ran also felt that perhaps she was being too strict and that this might make Xue Ci feel distant in the future.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then finally relented. "Then I'll leave for a while. Don't go too far."

Xue Ci was already an adult and felt that the other person was still treating him like a child, so he gave a perfunctory reply. He assumed everyone was there to see Song Ran, and it turned out that Song Ran was right—

As soon as I was alone, someone would come up to chat me up.

In fact, Xue Ci had already attracted the attention of most people at the banquet. Some were curious about what the young master of the Song Family, who had been living away from home, looked like, and whether he would behave in a vulgar manner and be unpresentable; while some young people were simply attracted by his face.

Xue Ci had assumed the other person would approach him like a typical pick-up artist, asking for his contact information, but this time the person who struck up a conversation with him was quite unusual.

The two were from the same university, and the other person took a piece of paper out of their coat pocket.

It was a piece of draft paper with simple doodles on it.

"You accidentally dropped this in the library. I picked it up and tried to call out to you, but you disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"Did you paint the rose of Sharon?"

The boy asked cautiously.

Xue Ci surprised.

Because very few people can recognize this flower, he only knows what it looks like because his grandmother planted it when he was a child.

I actually know the guy in front of me.

"They're in the garden of this hotel, and they're in full bloom right now."

*

Fu Yang was wearing light colors today, which made him look more refined and elegant.

From the moment Xue Ci entered, his gaze was fixed on her, but unfortunately Song Ran was watching too closely.

Xue Ci so silly, she can't even find her own husband?

Or did they not even look for one?

Finally, the opportunity arrived, but Fu Yang watched helplessly as someone beat him to it.

He frowned, radiating a cold aura, yet along the way, quite a few clueless people approached him to chat.

They were all business partners, so Fu Yang gave him some face, but anyone could see that he was distracted.

Everyone took a little time, and in the end, Fu Yang could only watch helplessly as Xue Ci left with some brat he had just met!

Before I even saw the gift, my wife was gone.

Fu Yang's heart tightened, and he immediately tried to follow, but instead, he drank the red wine that the other person handed him in one gulp.

He walked straight into the courtyard and looked around, but couldn't find Xue Ci anywhere.

Fu Yang was worried that Xue Ci run off, but fortunately Song Ran had sent people to keep an eye on her. Soon, he saw Xue Ci emerge from a cluster of wildflowers.

However, just as he was about to take a step, he felt an uncontrollable burning sensation rising from his lower abdomen.

Thinking of that glass of red wine of unknown origin, Fu Yang's temples bulged with veins, and his eyes flashed with coldness.

The assistant was standing nearby.

In this situation, seeing a doctor is the most effective and quickest solution. However, Fu Yang's fingers paused as he dialed the number. He put the phone back in his pocket, suppressing the heat, and remained calm on the surface.

I'll go to the lounge first.

"If Xue Ci looking for me, tell him where I am."

The assistant nodded, and then heard President Fu say in his usual tone, "Also, tell him I've been drugged."

Author's Note:

Unbutton the first button, and your wife will come.

I unbuttoned the second button, but my wife didn't come.

The third one, the fourth one...

Fu Yang sneered at the "not coming" result, tore off one of the seeds, and threw it into a corner.