Fu Xingyun's hand holding the wine glass paused.
Lin Qiong, disoriented from drinking, had a rosy complexion. He glanced at Fu Jinglin and said, "No!"
Hearing the decisive tone, the man's hand holding the wine glass suddenly tightened, and a bitter taste surged into his mouth, extremely unpleasant.
Fu Xingyun turned his head to look at Lin Qiong, who was sitting beside him. At this moment, Lin Qiong was looking at Fu Jinglin, seeming extremely dissatisfied with the decision.
In his mind flashed the content of the love manual that he would carefully read every night.
Rule Twenty: When two people are close but have not made their feelings clear, you can propose some requests to test each other, such as some intimate contact. (However, you should distinguish whether the other person's acceptance is out of romantic interest or just being friendly. Also, if rejected, clarify whether the other person values you or has no feelings for you.)
Fu Xingyun looked at Lin Qiong's disciplined and serious expression.
In this room, there was no one more serious than Lin Qiong at the moment.
Fu Jinglin did not expect that Lin Qiong would be the one to refuse. For a moment, he was somewhat caught in a dilemma. Initially, he thought as long as he was not awkward, the awkwardness would be on their side. However, after going around in circles, he found that he was the awkward one.
Fu Jinglin looked at Fu Xingyun's embarrassed expression at the moment, wishing to slap himself a couple of times on the mouth.
Serves you right for being so talkative!
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Fu Jinglin cleared his throat and said to Lin Qiong, "Consider it as me talking nonsense."
Lin Qiong, upon hearing this, immediately frowned and, imitating Fu Xingyun's tone, pointed and gestured at him, "Mind your way of speaking."
The young man, after drinking, spoke with a bit of softness, lacking any intimidating power.
Taking a deep breath, Fu Jinglin said, "My mistake."
Lin Qiong relaxed his slightly wrinkled face and took a few unsteady steps forward. He patted Fu Jinglin's shoulder and said, "Next time, no more drinking for you."
Fu Jinglin: ?
Lin Qiong took the red wine glass from Fu Jinglin's hand and said, "You are not like me. I am a mature adult; you have to wait until next year if you want to drink."
Fu Jinglin was dumbfounded, "You said no because of this just now?"
"If not because of this, then what?" Lin Qiong looked at him with a face of mischief, sternly saying, "Put away all those crooked ideas of yours. You can't drink, you can't drink!"
Saying that, he took the wine glass and bumped back to sit next to Fu Xingyun. With a head spinning from intoxication, Lin Qiong felt somewhat uncomfortable, as if he were on a pirate ship. He leaned his head on Fu Xingyun's shoulder for a moment.
Seeing Fu Xingyun looking at him, Lin Qiong blinked twice. "Aren't I amazing?"
Lifting the wine glass, he said, "Saved a wayward youth!"
Fu Xingyun:...
Lin Qiong leaned towards him again. "Isn't that right?"
The warmth of the other person hit his neck. Fu Xingyun lowered his head to look and met the pair of eyes with a lingering charm. Due to the alcohol, his usual liveliness was not as apparent. At this moment, the corners of his eyes carried a blush, eagerly waiting for his response.
With an adorable face, his words carried a teasing tone.
Fu Xingyun swallowed, "Yes."
Seeing the two people murmuring affectionately, Fu Jinglin tentatively asked, "So, are you going to kiss or not?"
Fu Xingyun glanced at him, and Fu Jinglin instantly fell silent.
Ji Yao, who was nearby, walked over in confusion. "What's the deal with the kissing?"
Seeing that Ji Yao seemed to have instantly spotted something fishy, Fu Jinglin, based on the principle of going down together, said, "They have nothing to say, so I suggested they kiss each other."
Ji Yao, upon hearing this, also felt it was nothing. "Oh, is that so? Then go ahead and kiss."
Lin Qiong, looking at Fu Jinglin and Ji Yao muttering something on the side, then asked Fu Xingyun, "What are they talking about?"
Fu Xingyun was momentarily speechless, then said, "They suggested that we kiss."
"Kiss?" Lin Qiong stammered.
Fu Xingyun took a deep breath and nodded.
Lin Qiong chuckled and then playfully whispered in his ear, like a thief, "Isn't this embarrassing?"
Fu Xingyun's heart skipped a beat.
"I've only ever kissed a little yellow dog in my whole life."
Fu Xingyun:...
Ji Yao took out her phone.
Fu Xingyun asked, "What are you doing?"
Ji Yao replied matter-of-factly, "It's only your birthday once a year; I'm recording this for you. Let's get started."
Fu Xingyun remained indifferent. "Did I say we were going to kiss?"
"Lin Qiong!"
Lin Qiong, holding Fu Xingyun, turned his head slightly. "What's the matter?"
Ji Yao pointed to Fu Xingyun. "Kiss him."
Lin Qiong, with a cat-like tilt of his head, looked at Ji Yao with intoxicated eyes. "Not now."
The youth's gaze, filled with sweetness, struck right to the heart, even through the screen.
Ji Yao took a deep breath. "Xingyun."
"What's up?"
"I suddenly feel you're not worthy of this. How about this, let me do it for you."
Fu Xingyun: ...
He's still alive, for heaven's sake.
Seeing that Lin Qiong refused, Ji Yao and Fu Jinglin didn't push it further and went to the dining area to indulge in the feast.
After the two left, Fu Xingyun looked at Lin Qiong, who was leaning against him. The rejection of intimacy lingered in his heart, making him feel unsettled.
Fu Xingyun lowered his head, looking at Lin Qiong's upturned nose, and asked, "Why didn't you kiss me?"
Lin Qiong looked up at the man and replied, "Someone was watching us."
Muttering with a pout, he added, "Who gets watched while kissing?"
Fu Xingyun took a chance, "So if there's no one, you'll kiss?"
Lin Qiong, puzzled, looked around and realized that most people had either gone to sing or eat. There was indeed no one around them.
In a husky voice, Fu Xingyun said, "Now, everyone has left."
Lin Qiong turned to look at him, slightly intoxicated from the alcohol, and repeated his words, "Everyone has left."
"Yeah," Fu Xingyun said, lowering his gaze to Lin Qiong's lips. His deep dark eyes carried a concealed greed, seemingly intentionally restrained. "You can kiss me now."
Looking up, Lin Qiong asked, "I can kiss you?"
Fu Xingyun clenched his fists. "Yeah."
"Then tilt your head down a bit."
Fu Xingyun's Adam's apple rolled, feeling as if rocks were falling in his heart. In the next moment, he felt a soft touch on his face as Lin Qiong haphazardly kissed him.
"Do you like it?"
Lin Qiong smiled at Fu Xingyun, who momentarily seemed captivated and forgot to answer.
After a while, Fu Xingyun finally replied, "I like it."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong cupped Fu Xingyun's cheek and planted several more kisses on his face.
"Lin Qiong... Lin Qiong!"
Fu Xingyun's tone carried a rare sense of panic. Lin Qiong, still groggy, sat up and looked at Fu Xingyun, asking, "What's wrong?"
Before waiting for an answer, Lin Qiong continued, "You don't like it? You don't like it when I kiss you?"
Looking at the man's flushed face, he added, "Did I kiss too hard? Did it hurt?"
Fu Xingyun clenched his teeth for a moment, unable to voice his refusal, and finally managed to utter a vague "Hmm."
Lin Qiong lowered his head close to Fu Xingyun, asking, "Should I be gentler?"
Looking at Lin Qiong's demeanor, Fu Xingyun felt his mouth dry, and after a while, he said, "Okay."
"I'll be gentle." Lin Qiong said, lowering his head to delicately kiss Fu Xingyun's cheek, soft and closely connected.
Softly landing on his cheek, Lin Qiong's kisses made Fu Xingyun's chest heave, and he lifted his hand to hold Lin Qiong's waist, pulling him closer.
"Lin Qiong."
Cradling Fu Xingyun's face, Lin Qiong's innocent eyes shined, "What's wrong?"
"Here," Fu Xingyun whispered, indicating the other side of his face that hadn't been kissed.
Understanding his intention, Lin Qiong lowered his head once again, placing gentle kisses on the indicated side.
Feeling the soft kisses on his face, Fu Xingyun embraced Lin Qiong tightly, as if trying to meld him into his bones and blood.
A greedy voice echoed in his mind, a vast and profound abyss, seemingly bottomless.
Savoring Lin Qiong's breath on his face, Lin Qiong'slips were still haphazardly falling on his face.
For some unknown reason, a clandestine thought took over Fu Xingyun's mind. He subtly turned his face, bringing Lin Qiong's falling lips a bit closer to the corner of his mouth.
Sensing Fu Xingyun's subtle movement, Lin Qiong's falling lips paused.
Fu Xingyun looked up, asking, "What's wrong?"
With a hint of intoxication, Lin Qiong looked at him and asked, "How long are we going to keep kissing?"
Taking the lead, Fu Xingyun asked, "How long do you want to?"
Shaking his head, Lin Qiong replied, "You decide."
Fu Xingyun's gaze became intriguing. "Why?"
"Because today is your birthday."
Exhaling heavily, Fu Xingyun told himself to take it slow, but involuntarily said, "Kiss me again."
Lin Qiong nodded obediently. "Okay."
About to kiss him on the face, Lin Qiong was stopped by Fu Xingyun's raised hand.
Confused, Lin Qiong asked, "What's wrong?"
"Let's change the location this time."
"Change to where?"
Fu Xingyun raised his hand and pointed at his lips.
Looking at him in confusion, Lin Qiong nervously said, "No."
Fu Xingyun raised an eyebrow, asking, "Why?"
Lin Qiong gestured towards the dazzling incandescent inside lights. "We can't do this kind of thing in broad daylight."
Fu Xingyun: ...
Embracing Lin Qiong, Fu Xingyun asked, "Is it okay if we go back to the room?"
His voice, low and gentle like never before, seemed enchanting. Lin Qiong, feeling a bit numb, absentmindedly touched his ear and wasn't sure if it was allowed.
"Just once," Lin Qiong said.
Looking at Fu Xingyun's handsome face, Lin Qiong swallowed nervously.
Seemingly aware of the effect his appearance had, Fu Xingyun repeated, "Just once."
Lin Qiong, temporarily captivated by the beauty, agreed, "Okay."
As the night progressed, people gradually left, and a tired Fu Jinglin fell asleep on the sofa.
Fu Xingyun took Lin Qiong back to their room.
Lin Qiong sat on the bed in a daze, and Fu Xingyun brought a warm towel to wipe his face.
However, Fu Xingyun was stopped by Lin Qiong. "Are we not kissing?"
Fu Xingyun paused and then said, "We are."
Lin Qiong's eyes curved, and he pointed at the man's hand with his finger. "Come a bit closer."
"Okay," the man responded as if he had lost his mind.
"Even closer."
Fu Xingyun lifted himself to sit down beside him on the bed, and Lin Qiong raised his hand to cup the man's cheek. "Are you ready?"
Fu Xingyun's breath became a bit irregular.
Lin Qiong lowered his head and gently touched the man's lips. Fu Xingyun instantly tensed, and the hand that had fallen on the bed clenched tightly.
Lin Qiong smacked his lips.
Then, he bit the man's lips.