Fu Xingyun got into bed and, as usual, opened his bedtime reading.
Love Manual: "Learn to play the strings of the other person's heart, arouse their emotions, but be careful not to go too far. Arouse sympathy and care."
Fu Xingyun pondered carefully.
Was this asking him to act pitiful?
He then began to question the book for the 872nd time.
Acting pitiful?
He disdained doing such things.
Fu Xingyun closed the book with a "thud" and tossed it into the drawer before turning off the light and going to sleep.
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When Lin Qiong returned home, it was during the movie's release period. Occasionally, there would be movie-related hot searches and news.
Although he still needed to attend promotional events during this time, since the doctor informed him that Fu Xingyun's rehabilitation showed no improvement, Lin Qiong politely declined most of the post-release promotional activities, only participating in those held in the local area.
While the movie's release would undoubtedly boost his popularity and improve the promotional effect, Lin Qiong had already been away for nearly three months, and he felt guilty about leaving again.
Fu Xingyun came downstairs and saw Lin Qiong busy in the kitchen. He silently watched without saying anything.
Lin Qiong was startled when she turned around. "Xingyun, you're down."
He laughed, "Perfect timing, come and have dinner."
Fu Xingyun didn't say anything, just pushed the wheelchair over.
Lin Qiong placed the congee in front of him. "The doctor will probably come later. What exercise are you doing today?"
Fu Xingyun ate his congee and glanced at Lin Qiong. "Don't know yet."
Lin Qiong ate his meal with his head down. After finishing, he looked at Fu Xian, who was still eating, and spoke, "How about I accompany you?"
The man's hand holding the spoon paused. "Really?"
Lin Qiong nodded, got up, and started to clean his bowl and chopsticks. "I'll join you later."
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At nine in the morning, the doctor and the nurse arrived on time.
Fu Xingyun gave them a glance, and the doctor understood instantly.
Pretending to flip through the report, the doctor said, "Today, it's better to practice standing. You can use the wall for support or try using crutches."
Lin Qiong listened attentively on the side. Among the four people, only he was truly engaged in this exercise."
The nurse first demonstrated how to support Fu Xingyun. Lin Qiong learned for a while and then took over.
After that, he helped Fu Xingyun stand by the wall.
Fu Xingyun lowered his eyes and looked at Lin Qiong's fair neck. "Is it heavy?"
Lin Qiong's face turned red, but he still maintained a stubborn attitude. "Not heavy. This is the weight of our love."
After a day of practice, Lin Qiong was exhausted, panting like a little dog lying on the sofa.
Tired, his eyes didn't focus on anything, and due to the warmth, he slightly lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing a small piece of fair skin.
Fu Xingyun glanced at it, his Adam's apple rolling, then quickly withdrew his gaze.
In the evening, as usual, Lin Qiong went to give Fu Xingyun a bedtime massage, just like he did months ago.
Unexpectedly, the door was opened suddenly, and Fu Xingyun quickly hid the book he was holding under the pillow.
Lin Qiong didn't see his actions and, with freshly blow-dried hair, got on the bed. He noticed a corner of the pillow exposed, "What's this?"
Fu Xingyun, following his pointing finger, stiffened his expression. "Bedtime reading."
Lin Qiong gave a silly smile. "Xingyun, you're really cultured."
"..."
In this world, there was no one easier to deceive than Lin Qiong.
Seeing that Lin Qiong didn't ask more questions, Fu Xingyun couldn't help but speak, "Why don't you ask what book it is?"
Lin Qiong replied honestly, "I don't like reading books, asking would be pointless."
He continued to hum as he massaged Fu Xingyun.
Wearing pajamas, the light and shadow cast on his body alternated, and his fair hands pressed on Fu Xingyun's legs. Lin Qiong's serious look made Fu Xingyun feel itchy.
Fu Xingyun wanted to talk to him, but for a moment, he didn't know how to start. When he moved his hand accidentally touched the corner of the book hidden under the pillow.
Fu Xingyun's body paused, and his gaze showed a conflicted expression.
This silence lasted for almost half an hour. Lin Qiong finished massaging his legs and moved a bit. His slender waist was faintly visible as it moved under the pull of his clothes.
Lin Qiong was about to get off the bed and go back to his room.
"Lin Qiong."
Fu Xingyun's deep voice suddenly sounded. Lin Qiong turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"
Fu Xingyun licked his lips, his gaze avoiding Lin Qiong's eyes before looking at him again, "Do you despise me?"
Lin Qiong was stunned, "What are you talking about?"
Fu Xingyun curled his fingers, "Do you despise me?"
Lin Qiong was startled by his words and quickly moved closer to him, "Of course not, why would you ask that?"
Fu Xingyun lowered his eyes and didn't meet Lin Qiong's gaze, "If I can never stand up for the rest of my life..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Fu Xingyun suddenly felt a weight on him. Lin Qiong, who was standing a moment ago, was now embracing him tightly, his strength increasing. Fu Xingyun leaned against his neck.
"Of course not, even if you can't stand up, I won't despise you."
Fu Xingyun felt a flutter in his chest and glanced at the book corner from the corner of his eye. "But I detest the way I am now."
Listening to this expression of rebellion from the nearly thirty-year-old man, Lin Qiong's heart trembled. "Why would you think like that? I love you just the way you are the most."
Fu Xingyun raised his head slightly to look at him, "Really?"
Lin Qiong hugged the man's neck, "Of course."
As he spoke, he tightened his hold on Fu Xingyun. Fu Xingyun's heart skipped a beat, and his arm, somewhat stiff, slowly lifted, hesitated for a moment, and encircled Lin Qiong's slender waist.
Feeling the posture becoming awkward, Lin Qiong hugged him and laid his full weight on him. With this change in movement, the man's face nestled against his neck.
The lips lightly touched his skin, causing Fu Xingyun to take a deep breath, but he didn't lift his face.
Lin Qiong patted the man's broad back, "You will get better someday."
"But what if I don't?"
"You will, I believe in you."
Saying this, he gently stroked the man's head. You are the most amazing presence in this entire book.
Fu Xingyun, who originally scorned the idea of pretending to be pitiful, now tasted the sweetness of it. Embracing him and pulling him closer, Lin Qiong was startled by the man's actions, "Xingyun?!"
"I'm afraid..."
As he said this, the man who had been struggling slightly in his arms stopped moving.
In the dim light, Lin Qiong couldn't see the man's expression clearly, but his hand, which was initially about to let go, tightened again. He patted the man's back gently while trying to comfort him.
"Sleep, my dear baby, Mommy will..."
Fu Xingyun interrupted, "What are you singing?"
"A lullaby."
"I'm not a child."
"In my heart, you're forever young."
"..."
Fu Xingyun fell silent for a moment, but he had already embraced Lin Qiong, and there was nothing else he desired. If the other wanted to sing, then let him sing.
Thinking this, he tightened his arms around Lin Qiong's waist, and his warm breath was directed towards the man's neck.
Lin Qiong felt ticklish for a moment, but looking at the fragile figure in his arms, he decided not to move.
Later, he planned to wait until the man was asleep before returning.
"Xingyun, let me tell you a bedtime story."
Fu Xingyun: "Hmm."
Lin Qiong began with the traditional opening, "Once upon a time, a long, long time ago..."
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Ten minutes later, Fu Xingyun, watching Lin Qiong who had fallen into a deep sleep, fell into contemplation.
Then he raised his hand, turned off the bedside lamp, and his strong arm encircled the man's waist, while his slender fingers touched the small area of skin exposed.
The man gently stroked without reaching inside the clothes, restraining himself. In the first dozen years of his life, he learned to become a gentleman, and although he failed with Lin Qiong, there was still a sense of courtesy ingrained in him.
Looking at the other, the moonlight outside the window reflected on his face. Then his gaze lowered, sweeping across the nose and settling on the lips.
Since the awkward incident last time, Fu Xingyun consulted the internet and learned that you could extend your tongue while kissing.
He was almost disgusted and repelled by it initially, but seeing Lin Qiong sleeping peacefully in his arms, his thoughts changed.
After a period of silence, the man slowly approached his movements so light as not to disturb the peaceful dreams.
Afterward, he tentatively touched the man's lips, and when he saw no reaction, he became bolder.
Fu Xingyun hugged him moving him up, this time being significantly more daring than before.
The man pecked at the other's lips for a long time, then hesitated for a moment, lifted his hand, pinched the person's jaw, and opened his mouth, probing his tongue inside.
From tentative exploration to an unstoppable passion, the room was filled with the sound of lips and teeth intermingling.
After who knows how long, Lin Qiong felt a bit uncomfortable and made a soft noise. The man instantly withdrew cautiously.
At this moment, due to the pinched jaw, Lin Qiong's lips became pouty.
Fu Xingyun took a deep breath, and checked the time, realizing it was almost twelve o'clock. He kissed the other's pouty lips once more before stopping.
Before going to sleep, he remembered to put the bedtime book back in the drawer to avoid it being seen the next morning.
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Although Lin Qiong felt a bit uncomfortable being held to sleep for the first time, he slept well throughout the night. When he opened his eyes the next day, he was greeted by Fu Xingyun's handsome face.
Then he reached for his phone and checked the time.
Ding! It was already nine-thirty in the morning!
Doesn't that mean the doctor has arrived?
Lin Qiong lifted the blanket, wanting to sit up, but the arm around his waist seemed like a steel bar, pressing him down and making him unable to move.
Lin Qiong whispered in Fu Xingyun's ear, "Xingyun, wake up!"
The man remained motionless.
"Mr. Fu! Get up!"
"Baby, good morning!"
Seeing that the person wasn't waking up, Lin Qiong reached out with his sinful hands and kneaded Fu Xingyun's face.
He had been wanting to do this for a long time.
Although he kept acting confidently, his voice was pitifully low, "Are you scared or not? Beg me, and I'll let you go."
Looking at the handsome face of the person who was still asleep, Lin Qiong confidently smiled, "Heh, just a tool to please me."
While Lin Qiong was mumbling in his mouth, a deep voice came, "What are you doing?"
Lin Qiong was stunned, and when he raised his head, he saw the person looking at him with deep eyes.
Shivering in fear, he lowered his voice, "I... I was talking to the bed."