Chapter 179 IF Line: Raised in the Palm 46

Chapter 179 IF Line: Grown Up in the Palm of My Hand 46

"What's poking me?" Lu Yang didn't answer Fu Yan, uncomfortable, and reached down to feel for it.

"Yangyang!" Fu Yan grabbed Lu Yang's other wrist faster. "Don't move."

Lu Yang's arms were half raised, both hands held in Fu Yan's grip, and in his current state, he hadn't registered the last few words at all.

The little drunk squirmed, shifting his butt, as if trying to get away from whatever was poking him, his eyes on Fu Yan, as if asking why he couldn't just remove the thing poking him.

Fu Yan's whole body went rigid, and he let out two muffled groans.

The next second, he scooped up the youth in his lap, as if a rabid dog were chasing him, set him on the bed, yanked the blanket over him, and lay down beside him, his arm pinning the youth down so he couldn't get up.

"Yangyang, close your eyes and sleep." Fu Yan didn't dare meet the youth's eyes, his voice low and hoarse, his breathing all over the place.

Lu Yang seemed to remember something, lying still without a fight, muttering to himself.

"Oh yeah, I need to sleep alone. That bastard Fu Yan is gonna sleep with someone else."

"This young master can sleep alone too. Don't need nobody to keep me company."

"I'm not gonna talk to Fu Yan anymore. I'm gonna sleep alone."

...

Fu Yan's arm rested loosely over the youth's, listening quietly.

Lu Yang was too drunk for any explanation to get through, and he'd just fuss and tease until Fu Yan was ready to explode.

The youth mumbled for a bit, then went quiet, his breathing a little deeper than usual from the alcohol.

The crystal chandelier overhead cast sparkling light across the youth's thick lashes, gilding them.

The man's slender fingers gently brushed the youth's long lashes, then trailed down his smooth, warm cheek to his soft pink lips, pressing lightly with his fingertip before forcing himself to pull away.

Lu Yang rolled over, slowly coming to, and sat up.

He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday afternoon's meal.

How much did he drink? Why can't he remember what happened after?

He'd actually slept well last night. Guess without Fu Yan, a little drink at night could still do the trick.

Thinking of Fu Yan! Lu Yang's mood soured, and he sat on the bed with messy hair, dazed.

Fu Yan pushed the door open and saw his precious one looking like he was still drunk, out of it.

Hearing the door open, Lu Yang whipped his head around. "Ah! When did you get here?!"

Lu Yang clutched the blanket, breathing hard as he glared at the man.

"Came last night. You even begged me to shower with you."

Fu Yan's eyes held a faint smile as he walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled the angry man into his arms, explaining gently.

"That trending post was Xiao Yu trying to land the harbor project. He put it out on purpose. He and I have nothing going on."

"No!" Lu Yang wrenched himself out of the embrace, glaring. "You hugged him! You used to only hug me!"

Fu Yan cupped the angry little face and hurriedly explained how those photos came to be.

"It was my mistake. I didn't think he'd go that far. Fu Corp has already cut ties with the Xiao family."

"I have nothing to do with Xiao Yu." Fu Yan gently shook the youth's soft, fair cheeks. "Yangyang, stop being mad, okay?"

Lu Yang had been pissed seeing that post yesterday too. He and Fu Yan lived together every day—if his brother were dating someone, how could he not know?

People are so two-faced!

It made him, this sweet, innocent kid, sad all night.

Lu Yang wasn't unreasonable. Once it was cleared up, his anger vanished, but he was still a little hurt.

"I thought you'd be sleeping with that Xiao Yu from now on, and I couldn't sleep with you anymore."

"Brother, I can't sleep without you. Yesterday, thinking about being alone and sleepless forever, I was so sad I almost died."

Fu Yan dropped his gaze to the youth's rosy lips, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice turning soft and pleased. "I won't. Brother will always have Yangyang sleep with him."

The youth's head thumped forward, forehead pressing into Fu Yan's neck. "You made me so sad, brother. You gotta make it up to me!"

A soft, happy laugh escaped Fu Yan's throat, his voice dripping with affection. "I'll make it up to you. What does Yangyang want? A sports car, a manor, an island, or anything else—whatever brother has, you can have it."

"No! You've already given me all those." The youth lifted his face. "After I shower, carry me downstairs to eat! Like when I was little!"

Fu Yan tapped the nose of the one who'd instantly turned back into a little kid, dotingly pulling him up.

"I'll carry you. After breakfast, I'll carry you home like this too."

Last night's experiment had shown initial results, and Fu Yan had already decided to implement Lu Jin'an's suggestion.

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