Xiao Ci, You Don't Want To Be (26)

The boy who approached him wasn't lying; the hotel did indeed have a few climbing roses planted in the corner.

If it doesn't bloom, it's just a small shrub with vines twining around it.

It wasn't the flowering season, yet miraculously several clusters of flowers bloomed.

Xue Ci in surprise, the lines of her top tightening with the movement, outlining her slender waist.

Does his waist look as thick as his thigh?

The boy knew it was impolite to stare at people like that, and his good upbringing made him quickly look upwards.

Unfortunately, every part of Xue Ci is pleasing to the eye.

A gentle summer breeze, carrying a faint floral fragrance, blew a few loose blossoms onto Xue Ci's soft hair. The boy, however, seemed oblivious to it all.

The boy's ears turned red, and he stammered, pointing, "You... there are flower petals here."

Xue Ci her head away.

He wore a court-style shirt today.

The elaborate and luxurious shirt buttons were fastened at the top, and the subtly intertwined lace did not appear feminine at all. Instead, it made him seem like a young master who was born to be pampered and spoiled.

Tap your hair twice with your fingers.

Xue Ci's hair was a little messy. "Is there any more?"

It wasn't touched at all.

The boy pointed to a specific spot on his head. "Here."

Xue Ci shook her head directly this time.

It smells so good.

The boy was surprised that such a small rosebud could smell so sweet.

Seeing that Xue Ci still hadn't shaken off, he hesitated for a few seconds before suggesting, "How about I help you—"

Before he could finish speaking, a cold-faced man strode towards them.

Everyone in the industry knows who that man is, but no one expected Song Ran to be so controlling of her younger brother! She rushed back after only a few minutes away from him.

Song Ran shooed away the flirt with a single glance; he couldn't tolerate anyone staring at Xue Ci now. Of course, he was still a gentle older brother to his younger brother. "Xiao Ci, we can go home now."

Xue Ci hesitated. "I haven't seen Fu Yang yet, and I haven't given him a gift."

"I'll have my assistant give him the gift."

Song Ran's domineering attitude was met with a protest from Xue Ci, who took a gift out of Song Ran's pocket. "No, brother, you go chat with people first. I'll go home by myself after I deliver the gift."

Song Ran's expression stiffened slightly after being rejected by her younger brother.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

"And you--"

The moment she opened her mouth, Xue Ci was nowhere to be seen; only her faint scent remained.

*

The birthday party was indeed as boring as I had imagined; no wonder Fu Zhouxuan left early last time.

With Song Ran not around to bother her, all Xue Ci had to do was deliver the gift to Fu Yang intact to fulfill her promise. However, Xue Ci looked around but didn't see the main character of the birthday party.

The gift with the bow and floral wrapping doesn't match at all.

Xue Ci's ears turned red as she noticed everyone's gazes were on her.

It looks like they're mocking him no matter how you look at it.

Xue Ci silently turned the box over so that the side with the bow was facing her.

"Young Master Song."

Hearing a sound behind her, Xue Ci turned around.

He had seen Fu Yang's assistant many times and they knew each other. Before he could ask, the assistant said, "Mr. Fu is waiting for you in the lounge. I'll take you there now."

Xue Ci obediently followed, passing through the corridor, where the glass doors isolated all the noise from the banquet hall.

The surroundings became quiet.

Therefore, if the assistant stopped at the door of the lounge, Xue Ci couldn't possibly mishear him.

"President Fu said he was drugged."

Xue Ci, her hand about to knock on the door.

Wh-what...

"President Fu said you don't need to knock, just come in." Seeing Xue Ci standing there helplessly, looking stunned and pitiful, the assistant couldn't help but say, "You don't have to go in if you don't want to."

Xue Ci pursed her lips, her skin flushed a rosy pink, and her eyelashes trembled.

He naturally knew what kind of drug the assistant was referring to as "drug administration."

But didn't Fu Yang never accept drinks from others?

Why?

Moreover, he had always believed that Fu Yang was drug-resistant.

After all, Fu Yang had already woken up long before Song Tanhai the drug.

Xue Ci was filled with mixed feelings. She rubbed her fingers back and forth on the doorknob until they were red, then said to her assistant with a slightly embarrassed tone, "I... I'll go in and take a look."

Maybe they've just fallen asleep.

Xue Ci finally opened the door and went inside.

The moment he stepped inside, the gazes from the sofa were fixed on him.

Fu Yang had already taken off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the sofa, his tie was ripped off, and three buttons of his shirt were undone. A mere glance was enough to feel the man's rapidly beating heart and surging blood.

Like a ferocious beast at the height of its courtship.

Xue Ci stood rooted to the spot, too afraid to move.

He would unconsciously bite his lip when he was thinking.

Add to that her innocent, concerned yet timid demeanor.

In Fu Yang's eyes, this was tantamount to seduction.

The man's throat felt like it was on fire, his lower abdomen was tense, and his suit trousers were stretched taut. Countless veins and sweat bulged on his forehead.

"Xiao Ci..."

His voice was already hoarse beyond recognition, and his gaze was so sticky that it seemed he wanted to strip Xue Ci bare, leaving her with nothing, and then thoroughly lick the soft, white glutinous rice ball clean, the kind that would ooze sweet juice if poked.

Xue Ci, on the other hand, seemed like a small animal that had sensed danger.

His shoulders stiffened, and he dared not move forward.

... It seems like the symptoms really are from being drugged.

Her face was flushed an unnatural red, and she looked very hot. The veins on her outstretched arms were prominent.

He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "You need to call the doctor right away."

Fu Yang swallowed hard. "... I have no strength."

No energy?

This relieved Xue Ci.

He quickly found Fu Yang's phone in the corner of the sofa.

All of Fu Yang's passwords had his fingerprints on them. After Xue Ci called the doctor, she saw that Fu Yang did look unwell, with symptoms very similar to his previous fever.

He cautiously inquired, "Would you like some ice water?"

The man suddenly looked up.

Xue Ci met a pair of dark, deep eyes.

He instinctively wanted to run away, and just as he was about to turn around, the next second—

Where does Xiao Ci want to escape to?

Xue Ci was like a helpless kitten, pulled back, and then slumped onto Fu Yang's lap.

He struggled desperately, but the more he moved, the deeper he sank.

The soft flesh was flattened by the man's firm muscles.

I won't touch you here.

"But if you move again, I can't guarantee what I might do."

Speaking was like torture for Fu Yang at this moment. He finished speaking in a hoarse voice and then fell silent, only breathing heavily.

Her breath hit Xue Ci, who was forced to sit on the other person's lap.

It's so hot...

It's also quite uncomfortable.

Xue Ci was already feeling unwell, and then Fu Yang pressed down on her shoulders to remind her of their first meeting.

Your hands were shaking when you were taking off my pants.

Fu Yang murmured softly, his eyes already red from the torment. The person in his arms was like sweet nectar to him at that moment. He couldn't help but lick Xue Ci's neck.

The voice was muffled, yet the scalding air gradually stained Xue Ci's earlobes pink.

"The first time I took off a man's pants."

"His hand keeps brushing against me."

"You have no idea, if you had touched it any more, it would have spilled on your face."

"You're so clean, you'll definitely cry."

Xue Ci's frail body trembled in the man's arms.

"I'm feeling even worse now than I was back then... Xiao Ci."

One sentence after another, it sounded like he was talking to himself, or perhaps he was Xue Ci for something.

"Fu Yang." The high temperature made Xue Ci's brain unable to think clearly, but fortunately, Fragment voices rang out in her head.

The other party reminded him to check the online store.

Xue Ci endured the man's gnawing on his neck and laboriously opened the store—only to find that a "thirst-quenching" medicine was placed in the first row.

Sure enough, the small print below the medicine said it was used to counteract aphrodisiacs.

11 had already been pulled into the dark room. Xue Ci didn't bother to read the more detailed instructions. She paid the points and immediately had the system use them on Fu Yang.

The medicines in the system store all had immediate effects, and he could almost immediately feel that Fu Yang's body was not so hot anymore.

After a while, the hardness wasn't as terrifying as before.

Xue Ci breathed a sigh of relief. His body temperature was too high, and his mouth had become dry, so he licked his lips, which were now damp.

Are you... all better?

His tone was cautious, and as he leaned closer, the fragrance emanating from him wafted directly into the other person's nostrils.

The veins on Fu Yang's forehead were still visible, but the fire that had been burning in his lower abdomen was extinguished.

The man narrowed his eyes.

Could he have taken fake medicine?

His body temperature had decreased considerably, but his expression showed increasing unsatisfaction.

Xue Ci pretended not to see and took off her lap when no one was looking.

His legs are still weak.

"Do we still need to wait for the doctor?" Xue Ci saw the man get up looking irritable and worried that the medicine in the mall might be too strong. "Why don't you get checked out before leaving?"

"Let him go directly to the villa." Fu Yang stood up, his custom-made shirt completely ruined by the sweat he had just worn out, and a few strands of hair hanging down in front of his forehead, making him look slightly disheveled.

Xue Ci could tell he was in a bad mood. She pursed her lips into a slight smile and handed him the gift.

"Happy birthday."

Fu Yang may seem to have a bad temper, be difficult, picky... a whole host of bad habits, but he's actually very easy to please.

A simple blessing was enough to ease his gloomy expression.

On their way back to the villa, Fu Yang made a phone call to Fu Qingxiao and then closed his eyes to pretend to sleep.

His face was expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

As they neared the villa, Xue Ci felt a weight pressing down on his shoulder— Fu Yang had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

In Xue Ci's mind, Fu Yang always slept very little and was a naturally energetic person.

But today, I didn't even feel tired, so why...?

Could it be that medicine we just took?

The medicines sold in the mall are very potent and effective, but they also have side effects.

Xue Ci opened the instruction manual.

--[There is a 10% chance that this product will be ineffective for certain groups of people and may even cause adverse effects.]

Xue Ci didn't understand; what did this "reaction" mean?

Since 11 wasn't there, he had to search through the product manual repeatedly, but he couldn't find any similar instructions.

The car drove into the Fu Family's garage.

Fu Yang was fast asleep and didn't wake up even after Xue Ci called him several times.

The assistant turned around and said, "Mr. Fu is probably tired."

Xue Ci: "Is he very busy lately?"

However, the other party has been contacting him very frequently lately.

Just as the assistant was about to say something, her phone rang.

It's a work phone number.

After hanging up the phone, the assistant forced a weary smile, "President Fu said he's busy with dating, so it's time to hone my work skills."

He glanced at Fu Yang: "Otherwise, I'll help you carry him into the villa."

Xue Ci overheard him making a phone call earlier, and it sounded like he was going to work overtime.

He said considerately, "You go ahead and do your work, I'll wait here for him to wake up."

The assistant didn't stay long. Before leaving, he closed the garage door and turned on the air conditioning.

The man was too heavy; his muscles were like blocks of iron, making Xue Ci's shoulders ache.

Five minutes later, Fu Yang stirred twice, finally showing signs of waking up.

Xue Ci worriedly, "Fu Yang?"

Instead of receiving a response from the man, 11 struggled out of the dark room.

[Host, run!--]

What...

Xue Ci confused.

His rounded eyes made him look exceptionally innocent.

[Fu Yang is an amalgamation of Fragment energy. He was previously crippled in a car accident, and the resentment within his energy had been accumulating. Now he is immune to the antidote!]

[Once immunity is established, it will have a negative effect.]

[The aphrodisiac's effects will be three times stronger than usual!]

Author's Note:

Waaaaah, my baby's definitely going to swell up.

One last chapter to finish, hopefully I can finish it by midnight [covering face and peeking][covering face and peeking][covering face and peeking]