"Hiss..."
Fu Xingyun felt a pain on his lips and took a breath.
It was a little different from what he thought.
After biting, Lin Qiong stood up unsteadily and planned to go back to his room to sleep.
Turning around to look at the man sitting frozen on the bed, he added, "Good night."
The dim light cast a faint reflection on Lin Qiong's fair face, adding a touch of ambiguity.
Fu Xingyun watched as Lin Qiong slowly moved away from him, the constant clamor of desire echoing in his heart.
Feeling his arm sink, Lin Qiong turned around with a puzzled expression, only to see Fu Xingyun having grabbed onto his arm, staring intently at him.
Lin Qiong, feeling a bit drowsy, asked, "What's wrong?"
Almost instinctively, Fu Xingyun reached out and pulled Lin Qiong, remaining silent for a moment before saying, "You haven't kissed yet."
Lin Qiong looked at the redness around Fu Xingyun's lips and pointed with his finger, "Didn't I just kiss?"
Fu Xingyun exhaled slowly, "That was a bite."
After the words fell, Lin Qiong looked at Fu Xingyun for a while without speaking. Fu Xingyun was about to say something to break the silence when Lin Qiong suddenly bent down and leaned close to him.
With intoxicated eyes, Lin Qiong, at an extremely close distance, brought his nose close to Fu Xingyun's, and then, somehow, the corners of Fu Xingyun's mouth lifted slightly.
"You..."
Fu Xingyun swallowed, "What?"
Lin Qiong smiled, gently biting his lip, and with a soft and intoxicating tone that curled around Fu Xingyun's ear like a teasing tail, he asked, "Do you like it when I kiss you?"
Fu Xingyun's Adam's apple rolled, and his breath became noticeably heavier.
Lin Qiong reached out and touched Fu Xingyun's rising and falling chest, broad, firm, and muscular, "Is it true?"
Fu Xingyun's voice stiffened, "Why do you always talk like this?"
Lin Qiong innocently looked at Fu Xingyun, "How am I talking?"
"Always acting cute."
"No." Lin Qiong shook his head, "I'm not acting cute."
"Then what are you doing now?"
"Talking." Lin Qiong frowned, "I've said before, this is not acting cute."
Saying that, he sat back on the bed, but this time he wasn't as well-behaved as last time.
Fueled by alcohol, Lin Qiong boldly sat close to Fu Xingyun, lifted his hand to encircle Fu Xingyun's neck, slightly lifted himself, and knelt on both sides of Fu Xingyun. "Do you like it when I kiss you?"
At this moment, the words were obviously thicker than the previous softness, and Fu Xingyun felt his face burning. Although he knew it was provoked by Lin Qiong, his eyes couldn't help but focus on him.
Fu Xingyun knew Lin Qiong was demonstrating how to act cute.
In a husky voice, Fu Xingyun asked, "What if I do?"
Lin Qiong leaned his head on Fu Xingyun's shoulder and smiled, "Then I'll kiss you?"
The question in Lin Qiong's words made Fu Xingyun's heart tremble.
Fu Xingyun wrapped his arm around Lin Qiong's waist, but his arm felt stiff. His voice, with rare fluctuations, said, "Okay."
Lin Qiong looked at the red mark he had just bitten on Fu Xingyun's lips and asked, "Is it not allowed to bite here when kissing?"
Fu Xingyun answered truthfully, "I don't know."
Lin Qiong was surprised, "You don't know either?"
Fu Xingyun responded lightly, "Hmm."
Lin Qiong raised his small chest proudly, as if accepting some significant responsibility. "Then I'll teach you."
Fu Xingyun said, "Okay."
Slowly lowering his head, Lin Qiong's upturned nose touched Fu Xingyun's face, and then their lips forcefully met, with Fu Xingyun's lips slightly pressing back.
Fu Xingyun could clearly feel the scent of alcohol on Lin Qiong, faint and not unpleasant. The arm around Lin Qiong's waist tightened slowly, and Lin Qiong, who was kneeling on him, stumbled and fell into his arms.
Fu Xingyun held Lin Qiong tightly in front of him, letting all the strength on Lin Qiong's body press against him.
The rapid heartbeat seemed to echo in his ears.
Their lips barely touched, and when Lin Qiong moved away, there was an audible "smack" in this dim and discreet environment.
Lin Qiong lay on Fu Xingyun, "I'm a bit sleepy."
Fu Xingyun raised his hand and combed Lin Qiong's hair with his fingers, somewhat reluctantly, while hugging Lin Qiong, who had been laying his full weight on him, for a while.
Lin Qiong felt his eyelids getting heavier, as if he had just fought a tough battle. Then, he slowly climbed up from Fu Xingyun, "I'm leaving."
Fu Xingyun also sat up, watching Lin Qiong walk unsteadily, feeling a bit worried.
He wanted to ask Lin Qiong to stay, but the book suggested a gradual and gentle approach, and the time for that rule had not yet arrived.
Fu Xingyun, always meticulous in his actions, especially now with Lin Qiong, he became even more careful.
Fu Xingyun accompanied Lin Qiong back to the room, watching him lie down, intending to leave.
Lin Qiong lay on the bed, closed his eyes, but muttered, "Xingyun, happy birthday."
"When your legs get better, everything will be perfect."
Fu Xingyun reached out to cover Lin Qiong with the blanket. For a while, the hand that pushed the wheelchair couldn't move, and he watched Lin Qiong's sleeping face as time passed.
After some time, Fu Xingyun turned and maneuvered the wheelchair to leave.
Back in the room, he took out the "Love Manual" from the bedside table.
Originally, he intended to put the book aside and go to sleep. However, the image of Lin Qiong's drunken face flashed in his mind, and Fu Xingyun licked his lips unconsciously. Then, he uncontrollably lifted his hand and started flipping through the pages of the book.
He only glanced at the content for a moment before turning to a certain page.
After flipping for an unknown amount of time, the swaying pages suddenly stopped.
Rule 102: If you truly love each other, you can now attempt deep communication.
Fu Xingyun curled his fingers after seeing this rule.
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The next morning, Fu Jinglin woke up feeling sore all over from the sofa.
"Damn..." The soreness made him involuntarily swear.
Even during military training, he had never felt so uncomfortable as he did this morning.
Then he got up, intending to go to the kitchen for breakfast.
However, there was no breakfast on the table, just emptiness.
"Where's the food?" Fu Jinglin walked into the kitchen and didn't see Lin Qiong.
Could it be that Lin Qiong hasn't woken up yet?!
Accepting the reality, Fu Jinglin grabbed a large glass of water and drank it all at once to alleviate his hunger.
However, upon turning around, Fu Jinglin saw Fu Xingyun coming out of the elevator.
Fu Jinglin's tall figure stiffened, and memories of his reckless behavior yesterday flashed in his mind.
Coincidentally, Fu Xingyun looked in his direction, and their eyes met without any deviation.
Fu Jinglin reflexively stood up straight.
"Uncle."
Fu Xingyun glanced at him.
Fu Jinglin swallowed hard and then pretended to have a headache, supporting his head. "I slept late yesterday, got up early today, and now I have a headache. I'll go back and rest for a while."
Saying that, he tried to stride away.
"Fu Jinglin."
"Yes!" Fu Jinglin wanted to force himself to walk away, but his DNA had a say in the matter.
Fu Jinglin stood there nervously.
There's nothing scarier than someone calling you by your full name.
"I heard you've recently become obsessed with sports cars."
As soon as Fu Jinglin heard this, his scalp tingled. When he first mentioned it to his mom, she used the excuse that he wasn't of legal age yet, to refuse his request. The second time he brought it up, it resulted in a punch.
But he never expected that his mom would talk to his uncle about it.
Since his parents divorced when he was young, his uncle, Fu Xingyun, had always played the role of his father.
Fu Jinglin was not afraid of anyone from childhood to adulthood, and when he got into a fight with his mom, he could hold his ground. But the one person he feared the most was Fu Xingyun.
Although it was clear that Fu Xingyun hadn't ever used any corporal punishment.
Fu Jinglin forced a smile. "Uncle, who told you that?"
Fu Xingyun answered concisely, "People."
"..."
Fu Jinglin could only reluctantly say, "Yes."
Fu Xingyun looked at him, "Still interested?"
Fu Jinglin nodded, "Yes."
"Tomorrow, I'll take you to see cars."
Fu Jinglin: "Uncle, listen to me... What?!"
"Tomorrow, I'll take you to see cars."
Fu Jinglin couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't trust that these words came from Fu Xingyun.
"Really?!" Fu Jinglin was dumbfounded, his mouth wide open in disbelief. "Can you really buy one for me?"
He had been pestering his mom for a car at home for half a year, and he never expected to get it from his uncle.
This was like... hitting the jackpot!
"Yeah." Fu Xingyun replied indifferently, then added, "Don't want it?"
Fu Jinglin: "Want! Want!"
Lin Qiong, who had just walked out of the elevator, asked, "What's going on?"
"..."
Fu Jinglin was so excited that his hands were shaking. Lin Qiong, due to last night's drinking, felt like his head was being hammered. Seeing Fu Jinglin's trembling hands, he momentarily thought his vision was blurry and he hadn't fully sobered up.
After waiting for a while, Lin Qiong frowned and asked, "Nephew, do you have Parkinson's?"
Fu Jinglin replied, "No, I'm just excited." He took out his phone and showed pictures of sports cars. "You know, I'm about to own this car."
Lin Qiong glanced at it, not particularly interested in cars, and casually said, "Oh."
Fu Jinglin was astonished, "Why aren't you excited at all?"
Lin Qiong, puzzled, said, "Why should I be excited?"
Fu Jinglin said, "Because you're happy for me."
Lin Qiong, with a forced smile, replied, "Congratulations, dear nephew." It was as perfunctory as it could get.
Fu Jinglin: ...
Indeed, their joys and sorrows did not resonate.
Fu Jinglin happily looked at his phone, and Fu Xingyun, seeing Lin Qiong holding his head, asked, "Are you okay?"
Lin Qiong waved his hand, "I'm fine." Then he glanced at Fu Xingyun sitting there. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"
Fu Xingyun had been observing Lin Qiong's changing expressions. "I'm fine," Fu Xingyun replied calmly.
Lin Qiong replied, "I'll go to the kitchen to prepare something to eat." He glanced at the tidy dining room. "Did Jiyao and the others tidy up yesterday?"
Fu Xingyun nodded. "Yes."
Lin Qiong felt a bit uneasy about the situation. "If I had known, I wouldn't have drunk so much yesterday."
He looked at Fu Xingyun with confusion. "How did I get back to the room yesterday?"
Fu Xingyun curled his fingers. "You don't remember?"
Lin Qiong, feeling a bit reserved, nodded. "I drank quite a lot yesterday."
He pinched the bridge of his nose cautiously and asked, "I didn't do anything foolish, did I?"
"Like what?" Fu Xingyun inquired.
"Any drunken antics."
Fu Xingyun's voice, unusually with a hint of emotion, replied, "You consider last night to be drunken antics?!"