Chapter 126 It Will Drive Me Crazy

Chapter 126: It’s About Going Crazy

Lu Yang shyly glanced at the other "Fu Yan" lying beside him, his cheeks reddening even more. "There’s someone here, and... we don’t have a condom."

Fu Yan’s breathing was heavy, and he slumped dejectedly over the boy’s body, his lips pressed against Lu Yang’s slender neck, breathing in Lu Yang’s unique scent.

He and Lu Yang couldn’t touch anything real here—not only was there no condom, but even when washing up, they couldn’t feel the water.

They were in a dream, and he couldn’t control himself; in the real world, there might be evidence left on his pants.

If they didn’t wake up in time, wouldn’t they end up embarrassing themselves in front of both families?

The hardness pressing against his thigh was impossible to ignore. Lu Yang dared not move, holding Fu Yan’s waist with one hand and wrapping the other around his neck, quietly waiting for Fu Yan to calm down.

Fu Yan’s kissing skills were too good; he was stirred up too, stuck in between. Holding the man, his voice came out sweet and syrupy.

"Brother, when we get back, we can... we can..." Lu Yang was too shy to finish, then added, "Then you can take however long you want."

With that, he buried his face deep in the man’s neck, completely overwhelmed with shyness.

Fu Yan paused, propping himself up on his elbows to keep the boy from hiding, their faces inches apart.

The boy’s cheeks and exposed skin were flushed a honey-pink, his eyes so clear they looked like they might drip with water.

Pure and seductive.

Fu Yan’s heart raced wildly, his blood surging and roaring, wishing he could devour the boy right then and there.

"Really, baby? When we get back, how about we don’t leave the house for a month?"

"One, one month?" Lu Yang's flushed face showed panic, so scared he couldn't speak clearly. "No... no, I'll die, I'll be drained dry."

"Then twenty-nine days." Fu Yan backed down.

Lu Yang refused firmly, "No... no, only one week. I still have the national computer competition, I can't be distracted by your looks."

Fu Yan remembered Lu Yang's finals. Getting into the top three domestically could qualify him for the international competition.

Lu Yang was very talented in math and computer science, so getting into the top three was no problem.

His baby had always been amazing. If he hadn't been tricked by Lu Yu when he was a top ten streamer, he could have done even better.

Fu Yan lowered his head and brushed his lips against the young man's swollen, wet lips, his voice low and enchanting, "So Yangyang's been after my good looks all along?"

"I didn't." Lu Yang immediately denied it, reaching out to cover his own eyes, too embarrassed to look at Fu Yan.

Fu Yan was really handsome and good-looking, which was also the reason Lu Yang often blushed in front of him.

Fu Yan didn't let him escape; he pulled the young man's hand away and leaned in to kiss him again, just like a shameless flirt.

"Baby, can I trade my good looks for a few extra days indoors? How about two weeks?"

The man's voice, seductive and coaxing, was like a siren's song, echoing in his ears, meeting those deep eyes that seemed to draw him in.

"Then two weeks." Lu Yang agreed in a daze.

He didn't even think about what it meant to be stuck in bed for two weeks.

Fu Yan was a total seductive demon.

This time, time didn't speed up. Fu Yan and Lu Yang stayed in the villa for the entire night.

During those hours, neither of them slept. In the dream, they weren't tired, as if they didn't need to sleep.

The other Fu Yan also stayed up all night, arranging the roses and ribbons needed for the venue, and then sent the design draft of the matching rings to a foreign designer friend.

The design draft on the computer screen was exactly the same as the ring on Lu Yang's ring finger.

In this life, Fu Yan lost his memory and didn't remember the past life, yet the matching rings he designed himself were identical to those from the past life.

In the past life, he had also been so close to happiness.

Their hands, each wearing a matching ring, were clasped together. Fu Yan stroked the back of the young man's fair hand, his gaze deep with affection.

"Yangyang, the wish that went unfulfilled in the past life has finally come true in this one."

Everything happened too quickly. In the past life, Fu Yan never got to see the couple rings he had ordered.

"This is our destiny—to end up together." Lu Yang shook their clasped hands, tilting his head back to lean against the man's chest and act coy. "Brother, I want to go see the confession venue you set up."

Fu Yan naturally wouldn't refuse Lu Yang's request. To him, it was also a way to make amends.

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At the Haicheng Central Tower, the highest floor was the 128th. Fu Yan had booked the '520' private room on the 128th floor, a hall of nearly 300 square meters.

As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of flowers. Every spot that could hold flowers was covered in roses. Pink and champagne roses together formed a giant rose that took up more than half the hall.

The center of the rose was a golden circular platform, surrounded by champagne roses.

The lighting was also warm and soft, dreamlike and enchanting within the sea of roses, as if stepping into a fairy tale.

Seeing it, Lu Yang felt a twinge of envy for his past self.

In the past life, someone had cherished him so much.

"Brother, a second confession is a bit half-hearted, huh." Lu Yang shook the man's hand, his tone playful and reproachful.

In this life, Fu Yan's confession was just a private room with only the two of them—simple and intimate.

It was what Lu Yang liked.

Having so many people watch him receive a confession would have made him uncomfortable.

On the day of the engagement banquet, Lu Yang's face ached from smiling. He felt like a puppet being led by Fu Yan.

At that time, he thought they should keep the wedding quiet.

Fu Yan naturally knew Lu Yang wasn't truly upset, so he followed up by voicing his thoughts about their wedding.

"Hmm, baby, I did some serious thinking last night. When we get back, I want to make up for it with a grand confession ceremony. On that day, I'll have all the landmark buildings in Haicheng display my confession."

"I'll arrange a drone confession performance at Binjiang Square."

Fu Yan rested his head on his hand and continued to dream, "I also want to broadcast the confession on all public screens under the Fu Group for a whole month..."

Lu Yang quickly covered Fu Yan's mouth, already alarmed. "Stop, brother, spare me!"

Especially the part about broadcasting it inside the Fu Group for a month—that would be mortifying.

Outside, people who didn't know him could pretend not to see, but that last one...

Absolutely not!

Lu Yang bristling was absolutely adorable. Fu Yan stuck out his tongue and gently licked his own palm.

Sure enough, the next second, Lu Yang yanked his hand back like a spring, his face already flushed pink.

Lu Yang's smile suddenly faded. "Brother, at this point in the last life, Grandpa had only been gone for four days. If you make such a big deal out of this, do Uncle and Aunt know about it?"

When a family member just passed away a few days ago, making such a big show of a confession would definitely make people gossip.

"Mom and Dad know. They know I have someone I like, and they know I rushed back for you."

Fu Yan pinched the boy's soft cheek and explained gently, "Grandpa, on his deathbed, hoped I'd find someone I love. But as it happened, you didn't contact me, so I never told Grandpa."

"Grandpa's ashes haven't been brought back from Australia. He would definitely support me." Fu Yan paused for a moment and continued, "No one outside knows Grandpa's passed away yet."

Lu Yang felt a sharp sting in his heart.

Grandpa was gone, and he had been hurt too.

Knowing Fu Yan, he'd lose it.

The silence between them was broken by Lu Jin'an's voice.

Lu Jin'an was gripping his phone tightly, his expression complex—a mix of excitement, exhilaration, and also frustration and anger.

"Fu Yan, I have to go back immediately!" Lu Jin'an said loudly.

"What happened?"

"Fu Yan" rarely saw Lu Jin'an so flustered, as if he had been shocked. He walked over and patted Lu Jin'an on the shoulder.

"Old Fu, look!" Lu Jin'an shoved the phone in front of Fu Yan, his expression like he was about to cry and laugh at the same time.

"Fu Yan" glanced at the phone screen, and after seeing the content clearly, he snatched the phone and examined it again.

"Fu Yan" grabbed Lu Jin'an's hand, his tone unusually urgent. "This Du Yang—is he the Du Yang from A University?"

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