Chapter 120 You Two Slept Together Last Night

Chapter 120: You Two Slept Together Last Night

The Maybach sped through the traffic beneath the neon lights. The normally spacious car now felt cramped for Lu Yang, and a strange restlessness flowed through him.

He sat on Fu Yan's lap, held in his arms, while his other self was wrapped in the other version of Fu Yan's embrace, each in the back seat.

The space felt cramped, and a restless heat stirred.

Lu Yang's body was slightly tense, his face buried in Fu Yan's neck, too embarrassed to look at his other self and the other Fu Yan sitting nearby.

Du Yang in the other Fu Yan's arms was very restless. He had just sat down in the seat, but within a minute, he climbed back onto Fu Yan's lap.

The young man straddled Fu Yan's thighs, his slender fingers wandering over Fu Yan's face and neck, teasing until desire churned in Fu Yan's eyes.

Fu Yan pulled the young man's hands away, gripping them to keep him still, suppressing his urges, and said in a low voice, "Du Yang, I'm not He Lin. Look closely."

Perhaps the name He Lin brought a brief moment of clarity to the agitated and feverish Du Yang. The young man's eyes grew red-rimmed as he looked at the extraordinarily handsome man before him.

After a few seconds, the young man panted softly, his voice barely a whisper, "Sir, I feel terrible. I..."

Du Yang didn't finish, instead pressing his burning lips against Fu Yan's equally heated lips.

Fu Yan's deep eyes quivered violently. The next moment, he released the young man's wrists, and with a large hand cupping the back of the young man's head, he kissed him back passionately.

The other Fu Yan and Du Yang were locked in an intense kiss. Beside them, Fu Yan's breathing grew heavier, and his grip on Lu Yang's waist tightened bit by bit.

"Yangyang, I love you," Fu Yan said, lifting Lu Yang's chin and lowering his head to kiss the young man's soft lips.

In the past life, this was the only time he had been so intimate with Lu Yang. At this moment, the intense love buried deep in his heart surged forth like a broken dam, unstoppable.

Lu Yang tilted his head back, receiving the man's forceful yet tender kiss, responding as best he could.

Lu Yang recalled the dream he had earlier—also a time of burning restlessness when he had actively entangled with Fu Yan in passionate kisses.

These weren't dreams; they were the real experiences he had forgotten.

When the two finally parted reluctantly, the other Fu Yan was already quickly carrying Du Yang into the hospital.

Inside the ward, the IV drip ran. The agitation in Du Yang's body gradually subsided, but he was still very drunk and slept deeply.

Fu Yan stayed by the bedside, holding Du Yang's hand, his gaze never leaving the young man in the bed.

His eyes were filled with undisguised affection and deep longing.

The phone in his coat pocket rang again. Fu Yan stood up, took Du Yang's phone from the pocket of his coat, which was at the foot of the bed, and saw the caller ID: He Lin.

Without a second thought, Fu Yan turned off the phone and put it back into Du Yang's coat pocket.

The ward was silent. Fu Yan turned off the ceiling light, leaving only the small lights on either side of the bed, and then sat there by the bed, pressing Du Yang's hand to his own cheek.

Meanwhile,

Lu Yang leaned his head against Fu Yan's shoulder as they sat on the ward sofa.

"Brother, why are we staying here so long this time? We haven't switched scenes yet."

That night, the two had unintentionally entered the past life through a dream. At what point in time they arrived and what they saw—whether it was intentional on the great-uncle's part or triggered by some condition—Fu Yan had no clue for now.

Fu Yan answered honestly, "Baby, I'm not sure either. It might be because of the great-uncle."

No point dwelling on it.

As long as he was with Fu Yan, he wasn't worried about where they were. They could go back when they woke up from the dream.

Lu Yang looked at the other Fu Yan's devoted expression and felt a stir in his heart.

"Brother, at this time, you already liked me that much. Why did you leave without saying goodbye and never look for me afterwards?"

"I was too drunk. At the time, I didn't know it was you who saved me."

There was a hint of grievance and sadness in Lu Yang's voice. If he hadn't forgotten this night's events back then, if Fu Yan hadn't left, perhaps their past life would have turned out differently.

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with me," Fu Yan said, sounding even more aggrieved. After all, he had no claim to him.

At that time, Du Yang had a boyfriend, He Lin. Fu Yan didn't know the exact situation between He Lin and Du Yang. He only knew he wouldn't force Du Yang into anything.

Fu Yan added, "I left you my contact information, but you never contacted me."

Just as Lu Yang was about to ask more, a phone rang in the ward—it was the other Fu Yan's phone.

His father called late at night. Fu Yan's expression darkened slightly. He stood up and walked to the window to answer.

On the other end, his father Fu Xing's voice came through: "Xiao Yan, your grandfather is critically ill. Book a ticket to Australia immediately."

Fu Yan's expression turned serious, his voice heavy. "Grandfather's health has always been good. How could this happen..."

"He accidentally fell down the stairs—over a dozen steps. He injured his heart and lungs. Come as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll leave tonight."

Fu Yan hung up and returned to the bedside. The drip was done.

Du Yang had completely calmed down now. If he drank plenty of water after waking up, the drug would naturally metabolize.

Fu Yan took paper and a pen from the bedside drawer and quickly wrote something down. He tore the note off and placed it next to Du Yang's pillow.

The man's gaze was deep and intense. He bent down and lightly kissed Du Yang's forehead, then left the ward.

There was a note.

Fu Yan had left him a note.

Lu Yang stood up and went over, seeing the note Fu Yan had left on the nightstand.

Du Yang:

I'm F. About what happened tonight, I will take responsibility—because I want to. There's an urgent family matter, so I have to leave.

After you wake up, please make sure to contact me.

Phone: 139### ####

Fu Yan.

The handwriting was vigorous and full of character, as beautiful as Fu Yan's calligraphy.

Why had he never seen this note?

How could he have been so careless? If only he had glanced a bit more at the edge of the pillow.

"Baby, back then, didn't you see the note I left?"

Du Yang bit his lip and nodded, tears uncontrollably flowing out.

He couldn't tell if he felt angry, regretful, or sad.

Fu Yan came over, cupped the young man's face, and gently kissed away the tears at the corners of his eyes. "Baby, don't cry. It's my fault. I should have had thicker skin and contacted you the next day."

During the two weeks he spent with his grandfather in Australia, he waited for Du Yang to call every day, but Du Yang had no phone, and he wasn't even streaming anymore.

At that time, he thought Du Yang had rejected him.

Lu Yang shook his head. "I was too stupid in my past life."

"Baby, you're very smart! Extremely smart!" Fu Yan immediately objected, fiercely kissing his lips and giving him a light bite. "Baby's very smart, but you trust people too easily."

Lu Yang's eyes glistened from the bite, but his heart felt sweet and fluttery.

Fu Yan was always so good, often praising him without reservation, as if in Fu Yan's eyes, he was perfect.

Outside, dawn broke. In the dream, Lu Yang and Fu Yan felt no passage of time.

Du Yang on the hospital bed woke up. The moment he came to and saw he was in the ward, he abruptly sat up, put on his shoes, and quickly took out his phone from his coat pocket.

Seeing it was off, Du Yang's expression changed slightly. He quickly turned it on, his fingers gripping the phone until his knuckles turned white.

Staring at the phone screen, the short boot-up time felt like an eternity.

Sure enough, as soon as it turned on, there were over twenty missed calls from He Lin, the latest one at midnight.

Without wasting a moment, Du Yang called back. After a few rings, the call was answered, but it wasn't He Lin's voice — it was Lu Yu.

Du Yang's face grew even paler. "Lu Yu, why are you answering the phone? Where's Brother Lin?"

"Guess why I'm the one answering his phone."

Du Yang had already left the ward. At Lu Yu's words, he stopped dead.

"Did you two sleep together last night?" Du Yang's voice shook.

"Come back and see for yourself. If you're late, you'll miss it." Lu Yu hung up without hesitation.

Du Yang stood in the hallway, clutching his phone, his eyes uncontrollably filling with tears. He then ran to the elevator, went down, flagged a taxi, and rushed home.

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