Chapter 115
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The rainwater on Fu Xuezhou dripped onto Lou Yan’s clean floor.
He stood by the window for a while, then closed it and walked towards Lou Yan, leaving behind a trail of rainwater spots.
“Drip.”
The rainwater from Fu Xuezhou fell onto the bed, the sound clear and audible. The coldness emanating from him carried the smell of wet earth, assaulting the person lying on the bed.
His presence was so obvious, and the moisture carried by the droplets was so distinct, yet Lou Yan, lying on the bed, remained calm, his eyes closed peacefully, seemingly unaware of everything happening in the room.
Fu Xuezhou looked down at the person on the bed for a long time, took off his hood, removed his wet coat, and casually threw his clothes on the floor. The black coat, soaked with rainwater, made a dull sound as it fell, and the silver-haired man looked at the still-sleeping Lou Yan, the corner of his mouth slightly curved, before bending down and getting on the bed.
The bed surface sank slightly under the weight of another person.
With his legs kneeling on either side of Lou Yan’s legs, Fu Xuezhou’s tall figure completely enveloped Lou Yan. His semi-dry, semi-wet silver hair cascaded down from behind, lightly falling on Lou Yan’s neck and face.
One strand even fell on Lou Yan’s eyelid, causing a slight itch.
The cold breath of Fu Xuezhou was smelled by Lou Yan as he approached, perhaps Lou Yan had smelled it since Fu Xuezhou entered the room.
With his eyes tightly closed, it didn’t mean he was really asleep.
Lou Yan’s hand under the quilt tightened slightly, but he remained asleep, seemingly oblivious to everything happening in the room.
He didn’t move, and Fu Xuezhou didn’t speak. The large bedroom could only hear the sound of clothes rubbing against the sheets, a sound that was usually insignificant but now sounded loud and irritating.
Fu Xuezhou pulled back the covers from Lou Yan’s body.
The covers slid down from his shoulders to his chest, then down to his hips, revealing most of Lou Yan’s body and his arms lying quietly at his sides.
Lou Yan had just finished showering, and as the covers were pulled back, the accumulated scent of shower gel and shampoo suddenly wafted out. He had changed into another set of black pajamas, with a corner of the waist slightly rolled up, revealing a palm-sized, slender, and fair waist.
His slightly curled hair scattered on the pillow, Lou Yan breathed gently, his lips showing a faint blush even in the darkness.
Fu Xuezhou looked Lou Yan up and down, bit by bit. How could Lou Yan not feel his gaze? Lou Yan didn’t know how much effort it took to continue pretending to be asleep.
He had prepared himself for what might happen, but he maintained his “sleeping state,” neither resisting nor accommodating, pretending to be completely unaware of everything, which was the best way Lou Yan chose to be intimate with Fu Xuezhou for the first time.
He completely detached himself, allowing Fu Xuezhou to indulge himself.
But it seemed that Fu Xuezhou didn’t want to be the only one indulging himself.
Lou Yan’s seemingly relaxed but actually tense hands were lifted by Fu Xuezhou, and Fu Xuezhou began to undo his pants.
Lou Yan’s little finger trembled imperceptibly.
Fu Xuezhou’s hand covered his, lifting his eyelids to glance at Lou Yan’s face, silently chuckling twice.
One pretended to be asleep, while the other knew the pretense but didn’t expose it. Under the mutual understanding, the atmosphere in the bedroom was silent yet restless.
The sound of clothes rubbing against each other became louder, and the breathing became heavier. Fu Xuezhou’s skin was cold, but Lou Yan’s body was warm and dry. When they touched, Lou Yan’s skin instantly broke out in goosebumps.
Lou Yan clenched his teeth, his eyeballs moving restlessly under his eyelids, trying hard to continue pretending to be asleep. Fu Xuezhou’s calloused hand moved down from his waist, and suddenly, the silver-haired man bent down, pressing against Lou Yan’s ear and whispered the first words since entering Lou Yan’s room, “How many times?”
Lou Yan instantly remembered his warning to Fu Xuezhou before.
“Where to do it, how many times to do it, must be decided by me before it can be executed.”
Suddenly, a sense of shame surged into Lou Yan’s mind. He felt that Fu Xuezhou was deliberately provoking him.
Fu Xuezhou gripped his waist, lifting it, and whispered again in Lou Yan’s ear, “Tell me, how many times do you want it?”
Lou Yan kept his eyes closed as if asleep, still not saying a word, giving Fu Xuezhou no reaction.
It was as if these two questions asked by Fu Xuezhou were just his own monologue.
But Fu Xuezhou noticed every slight movement of Lou Yan’s eyelids, the embarrassment at the corner of his lips, and the sudden pain when his nails scratched Fu Xuezhou’s body.
Fu Xuezhou raised an eyebrow, self-consciously saying, “Not going to answer? I understand.”
**
Fu Xuezhou wasn’t one to talk much, and Lou Yan was pretending to be asleep, so neither of them spoke. The quietness in the room didn’t seem like they were doing what they were actually doing, but some sounds seemed more ambiguous and seductive than any words, making people blush and their hearts race, sensitive and intolerant.
The veins on Fu Xuezhou’s pale hand stood out, and his breathing became heavier. These subtle details all indicated how much turmoil was brewing beneath the surface calmness of this silent act of love-making.
The sheets became more and more wrinkled, and even Lou Yan, pretending to be asleep, felt extremely difficult. He had never felt that pretending to sleep was so difficult. Even though he suppressed the sound in his throat as much as possible, Lou Yan’s eyelids burned red, and he was covered in sweat.
As the night grew darker, the intensity on the bed grew. Perhaps it was the effect of the ghost marriage contract, or perhaps it was true that a man’s passion was stronger than diamonds. Lou Yan originally thought that it would be dry and perfunctory a few times with the ghost marriage contract, but Fu Xuezhou’s performance from the very first moment surprised Lou Yan.
Fu Xuezhou was much more excited than he had imagined.
That thing was terrifying in itself, and it was difficult to get in, but it seemed to expand a circle inside Lou Yan’s body. Fu Xuezhou’s movements were big, and his strength was great. His hand gripping Lou Yan’s waist almost crushed his bones.
Lou Yan clenched his fists, tightly closed his eyes, and angrily wondered what Fu Xuezhou was thinking?! This was going too far!
But a person who was asleep couldn’t say anything.
When a greater wave of passion swept over, Lou Yan could only comfort himself that it was the effect of the ghost marriage contract. Then, with the instinct to recoil from the impending danger, he bit his lip and groaned helplessly.
Then he was helplessly carried away on the tide.
**
The next day, at eight o’clock in the morning, the sky was overcast.
It had been raining for a day and a night, and it was still raining in the morning. Li Sanxin got up and prepared breakfast. When the porridge was almost ready, he went to wake everyone up one by one and finally came to Lou Yan’s room.
He knocked on the door and shouted loudly, “Yanzi, it’s time to get up!”
After shouting, there was no response from the person inside. Li Sanxin shouted several times, but Lou Yan remained silent. He felt suspicious and was about to try to push the door open when it suddenly opened from the inside, and Lou Yan appeared in front of Li Sanxin dressed neatly.
Li Sanxin was surprised to see Lou Yan’s expression and said, “Your complexion looks terrible. Didn’t you sleep well last night?”
Lou Yan’s eyes were dark, with a hint of redness at the corners. He looked lazy, with a slightly pale complexion but very red lips. The unmistakable fatigue and an inexplicable smell between his eyebrows and eyes were exposed, causing people to take notice.
Li Sanxin felt that his complexion was a bit strange. Without waiting for Lou Yan’s answer, he reached out to touch Lou Yan’s forehead, “Are you feverish?”
But when he touched it, he found that the temperature was normal, and there was no fever.
Lou Yan’s eyelids drooped, and upon hearing this, a hint of embarrassment and melancholy flashed across his face, so quickly that even Li Sanxin didn’t notice. Lou Yan leaned weakly against the door frame, unable to look at his friend, staring at the floor with furrowed brows, slowly saying, “I didn’t sleep well last night, I had a nightmare.”
Li Sanxin sighed, “You scared me. What kind of dream did you have?”
Lou Yan: “…A dream about being bitten by a dog.”
Li Sanxin chuckled, finding his friend adorable. “Then bite back.”
Lou Yan: “…”
He didn’t want to say much, walking tiredly with Li Sanxin to the dining room. As he took the first step, his whole body stiffened, but he quickly adjusted his pace subtly, trying to make sure no one else noticed anything unusual.
The rain from last night had continued until now, and Fu Xuezhou had only stopped around five o’clock.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t continue, but it seemed that after a few hours, he finally realized that his intense desires were not right. So, he reluctantly withdrew from Lou Yan’s body.
His breath was low, his face was cold, and he was displeased with his own obsession. Lou Yan, not to mention Fu Xuezhou, felt like cursing him thousands of times, almost wanting to curse Fu Xuezhou loudly.
Fu Xuezhou stood by the bed, staring at Lou Yan for a long time, his thoughts unknown. Finally, he covered Lou Yan with a corner of the blanket and said in a low, hoarse voice, “Still not awake?”
Lou Yan kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.
Fu Xuezhou took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the still sore thing, grimacing at the thick sticky residue covering the veins. After wiping away the traces, he looked at Lou Yan again.
Lou Yan curled up with the blanket, his pants thrown on the ground, his shirt messy and unbuttoned. The imprints on his ankles and waist were clearly visible.
Fu Xuezhou’s Adam’s apple rolled, his expression calm, but his ears under the silver hair turned red.
Lou Yan felt annoyed being looked at by him. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he pretended to wake up and hinted to Fu Xuezhou to leave quickly. Fu Xuezhou got the hint, still standing by the bed for a while before finally leaving through the window as Lou Yan wished.
Only then did Lou Yan open his eyes, his face dark as he removed the dirty sheets and took another shower.
During the shower, he checked the post-sex precautions again, feeling relieved that Fu Xuezhou hadn’t left anything inside.
He wondered if Fu Xuezhou had also deliberately checked the precautions. Each time, he removed it just before coming out, which made Lou Yan feel less uncomfortable.
Coupled with the strength of his body after modification, if it weren’t for Fu Xuezhou being too intense, Lou Yan might not have felt anything today.
Lou Yan endured the uncomfortable soreness on his body and sat down, his face slightly changing. His body didn’t really hurt, just uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.
From last night until now, Lou Yan had cursed Fu Xuezhou tens of thousands of times in his heart. Now, he cursed Fu Xuezhou fiercely in his heart again.
When he looked up, Lou Yan saw Duan Zege sitting opposite, looking at him with a curious gaze.
Lou Yan suppressed his complex emotions, pretending to be calm as he took the porridge and fried dough sticks handed over by Li Sanxin and started eating.
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