Chapter 96: Saying Things Like That from Now On Is Seduction

Chapter 96: Saying That in the Future Is Seduction

Ji Zichu was so furious he felt like spitting blood, clutching his chest as though hit by ten thousand critical hits.

After saying that, Fu Yan felt better. He wrapped his arm around Du Yang and led him inside, leaving Ji Zichu alone in his shattered state.

Once inside, Fu Yan told Du Yang to take a shower while he pruned the damaged roses.

Warm water cascaded from the showerhead, and Du Yang stood beneath it, meticulously washing every inch of his skin.

The warm, moist steam made him feel both more nervous and more eager.

It wasn't until evening that he finally came to terms with the fact of truly dating Fu Yan.

After putting on his pajamas and drying his hair, Du Yang carefully put on the ring Fu Yan had given him. Under the warm bathroom light, the ring sparkled brilliantly.

He kissed the ring, took a deep breath, and walked out of the bathroom.

On the desk was a vase of beautifully trimmed pink roses, and beside them sat a glass of warm milk.

Seeing Du Yang come out, Fu Yan picked up the milk and handed it to him. "It's just the right temperature."

Fu Yan was wearing a black shirt, his gaze deep and fixed on the young man as he finished the milk. He then took the glass and set it on the table.

The next second, Fu Yan's long arm reached out, pulling the young man close. He lowered his head and licked away the milk mustache at the corner of his lips. Unsatisfied after licking it off, he deepened the kiss.

This time, he could openly wipe away the milk mustache in his own way.

Feeling the person in his arms go limp, clinging to him like a ragdoll, Fu Yan reluctantly ended the kiss.

Both were breathing unsteadily. Fu Yan gave the young man another peck on the lips, then set him down on the bed. His voice was husky. "Wait for me like a good boy. I'll put the glass away and shower quickly."

After Fu Yan left, Du Yang sat on the bed, his hand on his chest, panting heavily. He then slipped on his slippers and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

After drinking milk, he needed to brush his teeth to sleep soundly.

Just as he finished brushing and came out of the bathroom, about to run back to the bed, Fu Yan walked in.

Du Yang, like a startled rabbit, shot onto the bed, pulled up the blanket, and burrowed under it, even covering his head.

Looking at the mound under the covers, Fu Yan, amused and helpless, walked over, pulled down the blanket to reveal the young man's head, and ruffled his fluffy hair.

"You'll suffocate under there—it's hard to breathe."

Du Yang's cheeks were flushed, and his ears were so red they looked like they might bleed. He didn't dare look at Fu Yan and said anxiously, "Brother, you... go take a shower quickly."

A low, rich chuckle rose from his throat. Fu Yan propped his arms on the edge of the bed and couldn't resist teasing his young lover. "So impatient, Yangyang?"

"I-I don't… how could you say that?"

Du Yang felt his face burning like fire, so he turned over, facing away from Fu Yan, not looking at him.

He was shy and embarrassed, just making an excuse to get Fu Yan to shower—he wasn't impatient at all.

To Fu Yan, it certainly looked that way.

Looking at the back of his round head, Fu Yan couldn't bear to tease him further. He reached out and smoothed down the short hair at the back of his head again, his voice doting.

"I'm going to take a shower. You don't have to wait up for me. If you're sleepy, go to sleep first."

If he fell asleep, what would they even do? Did Fu Yan mean they wouldn't do anything tonight?

He had clearly felt Fu Yan's arousal many times. Just now during the kiss, Fu Yan's body had also responded.

Fu Yan definitely wanted it.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Du Yang turned over again, his eyes fixed on the bathroom door, waiting for Fu Yan.

When Fu Yan came out, the first thing he saw was the young man on the bed staring at him with big, round eyes.

As if he had been waiting all along.

Not wanting to keep his young lover waiting in vain, Fu Yan strode to the bed, lifted the blanket, climbed onto the bed, and then lowered himself onto the young man, bracing his arms on either side, staring at the stunned young man.

The next moment, the young man finally snapped out of it, his eyes darting around, not knowing where to look, simply not daring to look Fu Yan in the eye.

"Kid, look at me." Fu Yan was charmed by his shyness and commanded softly.

Du Yang obediently looked into the man's eyes, and what he saw was not the usual calm, but a surging torrent of love and desire.

Fu Yan's hot breath fanned his face, making his own breath hitch.

Just from looking into his eyes, Du Yang felt his lips tingling, his cheeks numb, and even a buzzing in his chest.

Even though Fu Yan hadn't kissed him yet, his body reacted as if he'd already been kissed thoroughly.

Du Yang was the first to look away, not daring to meet Fu Yan's eyes anymore. He looked away, his gaze landing unintentionally on Fu Yan's exposed chest.

The top two buttons of his pajama top were undone. Fu Yan must have forgotten, Du Yang thought.

With his arms supporting him, Fu Yan's pajama collar hung open, drooping low.

From Du Yang's angle, he could clearly see the delicate collarbones, fair, defined pectorals, and the faint outline of his nipples.

He felt dizzy, as if drunk. When he looked up again, he met Fu Yan's gradually approaching lips.

The moment their lips touched, Du Yang instinctively closed his eyes. As the kiss deepened, he involuntarily wrapped his arms around the other's neck, his fingers threading through and stroking the man's hair.

Fu Yan had only meant to steal a quick taste, but Du Yang was addictive—like a drug. Once he kissed him, he couldn't stop himself from wanting more, especially on the bed, the perfect place for something more.

He undid the top button, the one fastened the tightest, revealing the fair collarbone and the striking red mole on it that he had long wanted to kiss.

He licked, sucked, and nibbled, lingering and roaming.

"Mmm... Brother..."

From the young man's mouth came a sweet, seductive voice with a trailing lilt as he hugged him and panted softly.

Fu Yan abruptly snapped back to reality and didn't continue kissing downward. He pulled the person into his arms and held him tightly.

Looking down at the person in his arms, those beautiful eyes, glistening like spring water, shy and on the verge of speaking, looked at him in confusion.

"Baby, are you nervous?" Fu Yan's voice was incredibly hoarse.

The person in his arms nodded honestly, then immediately shook his head, and finally whispered, "A little nervous... It seems too big..."

Holding each other so tightly, Du Yang found it hard to ignore its presence.

If it weren't for considering that Du Yang had been stimulated during the day and worrying that his depression might relapse, tonight would definitely have been...

Is this kid testing my patience by saying things like that over and over again?

"Are you trying to seduce me?" Fu Yan's voice was hoarse as he held him even tighter.

"I'm not..." The kid in his arms pouted slightly, his lips reddened from being kissed, protesting in a low voice.

Although Du Yang had never seen it, he knew from many times of feeling it through his clothes that it was no small matter.

It's just stating a fact. How is that seduction?

"Remember this, babe." Fu Yan couldn't help but kiss the pouting kid on the cheek. "Saying something like that in the future is seduction."

"Got it." Du Yang found it strange, then asked, "So, are we continuing?"

He was really worried Fu Yan would make himself sick from holding back, even though he kind of wanted to keep going too.

"I'm in no rush." Fu Yan kissed him again. "Go to sleep, sweetheart. I'll take a shower."

If he didn't take care of it, he wouldn't sleep tonight.

Fu Yan got up, ready to leave the bed, but Du Yang grabbed his wrist. Fu Yan's gaze followed Du Yang's hand to his face, seeing his eyes were closed.

The kid's voice was barely a whisper, as faint as a mosquito, as he mustered up the courage to speak. "I can... use... my hand to help you."

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