Chapter 75: His Kid Is Secretly Kissing Him!

Chapter 75: His Little One Is Secretly Kissing Him!

Fu Yan didn’t laugh or say a word, and Lu Jin’an couldn’t keep laughing either. As an old friend, he knew his buddy was troubled.

“I get it,” Lu Jin’an quickly backtracked. “Du Yang is still young. You can’t make a move so soon; you have to let the kid grow up a bit more.”

It was a save, but also the truth. Lu Jin’an thought the age gap was too much—like robbing the cradle.

If Du Yang were really his brother, he would absolutely oppose it.

“Mm,” Fu Yan said. “That’s it. I’ll contact you tomorrow.”

After hanging up, Fu Yan felt a bit irritable.

He wasn’t even thirty yet, and Du Yang was already an adult at nineteen.

He wasn’t old, and Du Yang wasn’t too young.

Midnight.

The bedside lamp cast a dim, warm yellow glow, making the room hazy and cozy.

Du Yang lay quietly in bed, eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Today had been thrilling but safe—he’d managed to send Du Debao to jail, returned to Fu Yan’s office, and even kicked Ji Zichu.

In his previous life, he would have run away in fear if he encountered an exhibitionist at night.

Tonight, with Fu Yan by his side, he had the courage to kick that creep.

Today, it was also thanks to Fu Yan saving him in time that he escaped Du Debao’s clutches.

Just now at the door, Fu Yan implied he would stay here together with him and not move out for now.

Was he planning to make him a bedmate?

Du Yang bit his lip and glanced at the slightly ajar door.

Fu Yan hadn’t come to bed yet tonight.

His heart was conflicted—hoping Fu Yan would come, yet also wishing he wouldn’t.

Very light footsteps approached from afar. The moment the door was pushed open, Du Yang closed his eyes.

Fu Yan gently shut the door, tiptoed to the bedside, and looked at the boy lying with closed eyes for a few seconds. Then he leaned down, supporting himself with his hands on the bed, and looked closely.

The boy’s fair, delicate face looked smooth and flawless in the warm light. His lips seemed soft, just like the night he had kissed those lips.

His thick eyelashes fluttered as his eyes moved beneath his lids.

A faint smile curved the corner of Fu Yan’s mouth. When he spoke, his voice was gentle and a little husky. “Du Yang, open your eyes. Stop pretending.”

Du Yang obediently opened his eyes, meeting Fu Yan’s deep gaze. His heart, which had been calm, began to race.

Was Fu Yan planning to... tonight?

Du Yang averted his gaze, his eyes darting everywhere. His palms were sweating.

Fu Yan had no idea what crazy thoughts were running through his head; he thought the boy was just shy about being caught still awake.

“Do you mind if I lie next to you until you fall asleep?” Fu Yan asked gently.

Du Yang shook his head and lifted the corner of the blanket, signaling Fu Yan to lie down.

Fu Yan grabbed the corner and lay down on the bed, keeping a respectful distance from Du Yang, only covering the edge of the blanket.

If he got too close, he would want to pin the boy down and kiss him until he cried.

They lay side by side in silence for a while.

“Lu Jin’an wants to treat us to dinner tomorrow night and apologize to you,” Fu Yan’s low voice broke the quiet. “If you don’t want to go, it’s fine. Don’t feel pressured.”

He really didn’t want to go.

After that night, Du Yang’s favorability toward Lu Jin’an had dropped significantly. The verbal wounds from two lifetimes—it wasn’t realistic to say he didn’t care at all.

But Lu Jin’an was doing it for his younger brother, Lu Yang.

Du Yang’s feelings were complicated.

“I’ll go see him,” Du Yang said.

If he didn’t see Lu Jin’an, he wouldn’t be able to see Grandma. And Lu Jin’an was Fu Yan’s friend; he didn’t want to make things awkward for Fu Yan.

Fu Yan turned on his side and looked at Du Yang. “He’s already reflected on it. He won’t be confused anymore.”

“Mm.”

Another silence fell over the room. Du Yang knew Fu Yan was looking at him, but he didn’t feel threatened. He boldly turned on his side too, and they ended up facing each other, lying on their sides.

“Fu Yan, would you like to move into the master bedroom? I’ll stay in the guest room.”

Their eyes met, and the air became tender. Fu Yan reached out and brushed the hair hanging over the boy’s forehead.

“This room is for you. Don’t worry, the master bedroom is yours.”

His warm fingertip slid from his forehead to his cheek, leaving a trail of tingles wherever it touched.

His breath quickened. Du Yang gripped the blanket and closed his eyes, waiting for Fu Yan’s next move.

Fu Yan’s hand, which had been caressing his cheek, paused. He looked at the boy.

Realizing he had let his hand wander, Fu Yan pulled it back, his voice low and gentle. “It’s late. Go to sleep.”

He couldn’t tell if Du Yang was scared or accepting—he hadn’t refused.

Could it be that Du Yang liked him a little too?

Fu Yan was torn between wanting to confirm Du Yang’s feelings and fearing he’d scare the kid away if he rushed.

Du Yang didn’t open his eyes again. As Fu Yan’s mind wandered, Du Yang gradually fell asleep.

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In the middle of the night, Du Yang woke up dazed, his lips pressed against warm skin. He was held in someone’s arms, his whole body warm.

Du Yang woke up completely in an instant.

As he came to, his sense of smell sharpened. The familiar scent of sandalwood filled his nostrils. His lips were pressed against Fu Yan’s collarbone.

Stiff and careful, Du Yang slowly pulled back. When he looked up, Fu Yan’s handsome face was just inches from his.

His leg was still resting on Fu Yan's leg, with Fu Yan holding his waist with one hand and the other arm under his head like a pillow—he was completely cradled in Fu Yan's arms.

His heart pounded, his cheeks burning hot. Du Yang closed his eyes, avoiding looking at Fu Yan; seeing him this close up was way too intense, and if he kept looking, his heart might leap out of his chest.

With his eyes shut, his sense of smell got sharper. Fu Yan's scent enveloped him completely, and he could even feel the soft breaths brushing against his face.

His cheeks were warm and tingly.

Fu Yan's body was very warm, making him feel really safe.

Holding the person he liked like this felt so sweet.

Summoning his courage, Du Yang moved very gently and wrapped his arms around Fu Yan's back.

The moment he held him, the emptiness in his heart was soothed, and at the same time, a feeling of relief washed over him.

In his past life, at the graveside, he had tried countless times to hold him but never managed.

This time, wide awake, he truly held him tight.

Du Yang kept his eyes closed, almost greedily breathing in Fu Yan's scent, as if every cell of his were melting from Fu Yan's warmth. His body and mind felt light and soft, as if floating.

Fu Yan's steady breaths slowly calmed Du Yang's racing heart, yet his heart still felt full, filling him with a wave of sweetness.

Du Yang opened his eyes again, slightly tilting his chin up, and bravely traced Fu Yan's handsome features inch by inch with his gaze.

His gaze stopped at the man's slightly thin, lovely lips. That night, Fu Yan had briefly licked the corner of his mouth, and the tingling sensation washed over him again.

Du Yang felt as if an electric current were running through his lips, making them tingle, and at the same time, as if drawn by some attraction, he slowly moved closer to the man's lips.

The moment their lips touched, Fu Yan, who had been faking sleep, felt his mind explode as if something had detonated, his muscles tensing up.

His boy was sneaking a kiss!

His boy was sneaking a kiss!

His boy was sneaking a kiss!

Fu Yan's mind was full of this sentence, and he dared not move a muscle, afraid of scaring the boy who was stealing kisses.

He didn't dare move his body, but his blood instantly ignited, screaming that he wanted to pin the person down, kiss him until he cried, and thoroughly have his way with him.

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