Chapter 64: So Cute When Blushing

Chapter 64: Shy Looks Are So Cute

Fu Yan lay on his side, face-to-face with the sleeping boy, under the same blanket. Under the covers, there was a foot of space between them.

The room was very quiet, their breathing, one deep and one shallow. Du Yang was holding one of Fu Yan’s arms. He didn’t dare move, didn’t dare change positions, and didn’t want to.

This was a rare moment of unintentional affection from Du Yang. So close that Fu Yan could even smell the unique, clean scent of the boy.

The sleeping boy stirred, then pressed directly against him, wriggling into Fu Yan’s arms.

Fu Yan took the opportunity to lift the arm Du Yang had released and slid his other arm under Du Yang’s head.

Du Yang moved twice more in his arms, found a comfortable position, and buried his face against Fu Yan’s neck, then stopped moving.

Thump, thump, thump.

Fu Yan could clearly hear his own heart pounding wildly. He didn’t even dare to take a breath. It took a long time before he quietly inhaled, then slowly exhaled, finding his breath again.

He gently and slowly lowered his raised arm, barely resting his arm on Du Yang’s back, afraid to actually touch him, afraid of waking the person in his arms.

At this moment, the person he loved was really in his arms, held close. His heart was fully filled, and all the emptiness in his heart vanished.

His boy belonged to him again.

As long as Du Yang wasn’t interested in women and didn’t hate him, he still had hope.

This time, it might still take a long time, but as long as Du Yang didn’t have someone else he liked, Fu Yan would show him his love.

The collar of his shirt was open, and Du Yang’s warm breath brushed against his collarbone. Fu Yan only felt the warm air spreading across his collarbone and skin, like a wildfire, burning him until his breathing quickened.

Fu Yan felt hot, scorching hot. He held his breath, moved his neck back a little. The warmth at his neck disappeared, and he slowly exhaled in relief. But before he could relax, Du Yang pressed against him again, his soft lips pressed against his collarbone.

Fu Yan’s arm on Du Yang’s back tightened slightly, involuntarily, but he didn’t dare hold him too tightly.

This position was too close, too intimate. The soft touch on his collarbone made a fine sweat break out on his forehead.

Perhaps the heating in the room was turned up too high.

Fu Yan curved his back slightly, moving his stomach away from Du Yang’s bent leg, and shifted his neck back a little more.

This time, Du Yang didn’t follow him. He stayed peacefully in Fu Yan’s arms like a well-behaved kitten.

Fu Yan hadn’t slept well the past few nights either. His breathing gradually steadied, sleepiness set in, and even in this awkward position, he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Fu Yan was jolted awake by the heat. Du Yang in his arms was like a little furnace, burning up again.

Fu Yan touched his forehead. His forehead wasn’t as hot as last night. Du Yang was still holding him, curled up uncomfortably in his arms.

Checking the time, it was six in the morning. Fu Yan quietly got up, went to the living room, and called the family doctor.

Half an hour later, Dr. Wang came to examine Du Yang and continued Du Yang’s IV.

The butler from the main house brought fresh ingredients and a change of clothes for Fu Yan. Qin Jie also came to prepare breakfast.

That morning, when Fu Yan called, Chi Xinya heard Du Yang was sick and insisted on coming along, but Fu Yan talked her out of it.

Du Yang had only just let him stay the day before. At this time, he and Du Yang needed to be alone. If Ms. Chi came, the situation would be hard to manage.

After Qin Jie finished cooking, Du Yang’s IV also ended.

After the drip, Du Yang’s temperature dropped a bit, but he still had a low fever.

After Dr. Wang and the butler left, the room quieted down again.

Fu Yan went in to check on Du Yang. He was lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Hearing the movement, Du Yang turned his head and stared dazedly at the approaching Fu Yan.

“Du Yang.”

“Huh?”

Fu Yan propped his arm on the edge of the bed, and the two gazed at each other quietly for a moment.

Fu Yan didn’t say anything. He reached under the covers, supporting Du Yang’s back and the crooks of his knees, and lifted him up.

Suddenly losing his balance, Du Yang instinctively reached out and hooked his arms around Fu Yan’s neck and shoulders. “You… you… what are you doing?”

As he spoke, Du Yang’s eyes darted wildly, and his face had already turned red. After realizing, he hastily let go of Fu Yan’s neck. His hands, with nowhere to rest, fumbled a few times before clasping them in front of his chest.

“Your body is weak. I’ll carry you to the bathroom to wash up,” Fu Yan said, striding forward and carrying the boy into the master bathroom.

Du Yang didn’t struggle. He lowered his head, letting Fu Yan carry him.

Entering the bathroom, Fu Yan put him down but kept an arm supporting his back.

“I need to pee. Can you go out?” Du Yang grabbed the front of his shirt, his face red, not looking at Fu Yan.

“Mm. I’ll be right outside. Call me if you need anything.” Fu Yan turned and left.

Du Yang leaned on the sink with one hand, let out a sigh, and looked at his messy hair and pale complexion in the mirror. He hadn’t showered last night, looking sloppy.

Maybe because Fu Yan was with him, he’d actually fallen asleep on the way home last night.

Hadn’t he rejected him before?

Why did he come back now?

Was it out of pity, or did he want his body?

Du Yang didn’t want either, but he couldn’t bear to chase Fu Yan away.

At first, Du Yang thought Fu Yan was treating him as too weak, but now he didn’t think so anymore.

After washing up, Du Yang slowly walked out holding the wall. Just washing up and wiping down left him exhausted and panting.

Du Yang forgot that he had only eaten two meals in the past few days. Last night he had eaten a bit but threw it all up. Although nutritious fluids had been added to the IVs last night and this morning, he was still weak.

Fu Yan strode over, leaving no room for refusal, picked up Du Yang again, placed him back on the bed, and propped a pillow behind his back.

Soon, Fu Yan brought in a bowl of soft, well-cooked congee and sat on the edge of the bed.

“The doctor said you have a fever caused by a stomach flu. Eat some congee for the next couple of days to settle your stomach.”

Fu Yan scooped a spoonful of congee, blew on it, and brought it to Du Yang’s lips. Du Yang hesitated a moment before opening his mouth to accept it.

This man’s gentleness was confusing. Du Yang accepted the spoonfuls, one after another. He did feel hungry—for the first time in days, he felt hunger, and he could taste the salty, savory flavor of the congee.

After finishing one bowl, Fu Yan didn’t get him another bowl. He turned to the wardrobe and picked out a change of underwear for Du Yang.

"Take off your underwear. I'll take them to the laundry room in a moment."

Fu Yan's voice was a little gentler than usual. Du Yang clutched the clothes, embarrassed, wondering whether Fu Yan would wash them by hand or in the washing machine.

"I'll go out first and come back in five minutes to get them." Fu Yan could see Du Yang's shyness, and a very faint smile curved at the corner of his lips.

He's so cute when he's shy.

As soon as the door was closed, Du Yang began to change, rolling the dark fabric up repeatedly and tucking it inside his shirt.

This way it wouldn't be visible. Fu Yan, such an important chairman, would certainly not wash clothes by hand; at home they had a washer-dryer combo.

Fu Yan took the bowl into the kitchen. Before the five minutes were up, when he was about to go to the bedroom for the underwear, someone knocked at the door.

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