Chapter 122
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Was my saying to shower first mean we shower together?!
Lou Yan almost laughed, turning to look at Fu Xuezhou, his expression unfriendly. “Fu Xuezhou, are you pretending to be dumb or really don’t understand?”
Fu Xuezhou walked up to Lou Yan, his silver hair wet with water, sliding down his body. He looked at Lou Yan, and drops of water dripped down from his long eyelashes. “What?”
His eyes, as dark as a monster’s and extremely oppressive, actually showed a hint of innocence.
Innocent? Fu Xuezhou? Haha.
Putting on an act.
Lou Yan scrutinized Fu Xuezhou’s expression, sneering inwardly. He casually picked up a bottle of shampoo nearby, squeezed out a pump onto his hand, and said, “When I said to shower first, I meant for you to shower after I’m done. Got it? If you understand, then hurry up and leave.”
With that said, he rubbed the shampoo into his hair, producing a dense foam. He acted casually and naturally, completely ignoring Fu Xuezhou’s presence.
But Fu Xuezhou didn’t leave. Instead, he showered together with Lou Yan, reaching out to hand Lou Yan a strand of black hair on the nape of his neck that hadn’t been touched by foam, calmly reminding him, “And here.”
Lou Yan glanced at Fu Xuezhou strangely, then understood. Compared to Fu Xuezhou’s calm tone and expression, his body was evidently more honest.
He hadn’t done anything yet.
Lou Yan raised an eyebrow and sighed inwardly. He hadn’t expected Fu Xuezhou to be so easily stirred up. Thinking of his plan, he felt a bit curious and slowed down his movements without leaving any traces.
As his movements slowed down, the dense white foam on his head slid down from his ear with the water, forming a thin line. This line of foam meandered down Lou Yan’s slender neck, delicate clavicle, and chest, continuing to trickle down slowly.
Lou Yan pretended not to notice the mischievous foam, pretending to be impatient, “Didn’t you hear me? Fu Xuezhou, I said you can leave now. Come back in after I’m done showering.”
Fu Xuezhou made a sound of acknowledgment, his gaze following the trajectory of the foam on Lou Yan’s body. His voice was much lower than usual, relaxed. “But I’m already here.”
Lou Yan’s hand paused, and he looked at Fu Xuezhou with a sneer, “Then do I need to praise you again?”
Fu Xuezhou looked at the traces left on Lou Yan’s body from last night, seeming casual. “What?”
These traces were mostly concentrated on his waist and thighs, some fading, some deepening, appearing particularly ambiguous and enticing on his fair skin. Lou Yan’s temperament was naturally flirtatious, and coupled with these traces, he seemed even more seductive.
From these marks, one could also see how much force had been used by the person leaving them and how excited they had been.
Fu Xuezhou remained calm, but his body hardened quickly.
Lou Yan pretended to casually brush his fingers past, and Fu Xuezhou’s gaze shifted from the foam to his fingertips.
Lou Yan noticed his body’s reaction from the corner of his eye and chuckled inwardly. He felt disgusted that Fu Xuezhou had a reaction to him but also secretly excited to break Fu Xuezhou’s calm demeanor, feeling somewhat self-satisfied.
It was like saying, “I thought you were emotionless, but turns out you’re getting hard for me?” A mixture of emotions intertwined, making it quite complex. But as long as he thought that he could affect Fu Xuezhou like this, Lou Yan was ultimately happy.
He welcomed this development, even wishing to see Fu Xuezhou groveling before him like a dog one day, completely devoid of dignity and self-respect, utterly defeated and surrendered.
…
Lou Yan rinsed off the foam from his head. While hot water could wash away the dirt on his body, it couldn’t cleanse the darkness that had already invaded his heart. Lou Yan meticulously washed his hands under the water and said lightly, “You really have thicker skin than I imagined. Forget it, if you don’t want to leave, then wait here.”
He focused on showering, treating Fu Xuezhou’s gaze as if it were nothing. Unexpectedly, Fu Xuezhou just stood quietly on the side, watching him without any coercion or ambiguity.
Lou Yan was surprised and subtly glanced at Fu Xuezhou several times. Upon careful consideration, it seemed that since seeing Fu Xuezhou at Boss Song’s place today, Fu Xuezhou’s attitude towards him had become much more patient.
Was it because of last night’s encounter?
Lou Yan guessed incredulously.
It couldn’t be, right? Just rolling the sheets once had such a big impact?
Before last night, not only did he deliberately provoke Fu Xuezhou by posting ambiguous photos with Wen Jiu, but he also betrayed Fu Xuezhou and nearly got him killed in the world of the Red Coffin, causing Fu Xuezhou’s strength to greatly diminish and his attitude towards him became very hostile.
Even when they were at the amusement park, Fu Xuezhou’s attitude towards him wasn’t good. He was domineering and coercive. But after last night, Fu Xuezhou had been much kinder to Lou Yan in small ways.
Could it really be the effect of rolling the sheets?
Lou Yan couldn’t understand why Fu Xuezhou had changed like this. Even if he had rolled the sheets with Fu Xuezhou, his hatred and anger towards Fu Xuezhou hadn’t diminished at all. Reasoning from his own perspective, Lou Yan didn’t think Fu Xuezhou would care much either.
Lou Yan didn’t understand, but it didn’t stop him from thinking it was advantageous. He glanced at Fu Xuezhou out of the corner of his eye, pondering how much Fu Xuezhou’s patience towards him had reached.
Lou Yan was well aware of his own charm. He had always had many admirers, from elementary school to the company; he had never lacked people who adored him. Both men and women, all types were included. Whether it was in terms of appearance, physique, wealth, status, or personal abilities, Lou Yan was top-tier.
He was arrogant, but he had the capital to be arrogant, making people willingly accept it.
Although Lou Yan didn’t think rolling the sheets once could make Fu Xuezhou like him, Fu Xuezhou’s softening made him think a lot. Lou Yan’s eyes flashed, and he wanted to know what Fu Xuezhou’s thoughts were about him now and where his bottom line was, and how much he could tolerate him.
…
Lou Yan pondered with his eyes downcast, his damp, slightly curly black hair sticking to his forehead and dripping water. His washed skin was translucently white, black hair, black eyebrows, lacquered eyes, crimson lips, the contrast between black, white, and red was strong, vivid and stimulating to the eye.
He slowly wiped his hair with a towel, the large towel covering his body like a veil. Lou Yan seemed to have made up his mind and finally came to his senses. He lifted his gaze and met Fu Xuezhou’s eyes, which seemed as unreadable as the deep sea.
Lou Yan’s heart skipped a beat, avoiding Fu Xuezhou’s gaze, and put on his bathrobe to walk out of the bathroom. Passing by Fu Xuezhou, he stopped, turned his head to look at Fu Xuezhou’s profile, and chuckled lightly, “Fu Xuezhou, do you know that you’re reacting?”
The man had a high nose bridge, and his profile was sharp and cold. He turned his head to look at Lou Yan when he heard the words and said lightly, “It’s just the influence of the ghost marriage contract.”
Is that so?
Lou Yan raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical, “Then why am I not affected?”
Fu Xuezhou’s eyes flickered, but he remained silent.
Lou Yan chuckled lightly, reaching out to touch Fu Xuezhou’s chest. His fingertips lightly traced up, as agile and skillful as playing a musical instrument, finally reaching Fu Xuezhou’s Adam’s apple.
Despite Lou Yan holding his lifeline, Fu Xuezhou showed no reaction and silently watched what Lou Yan intended to do.
“Fu Xuezhou, I’ve noticed that you’ve become much more patient with me,” Lou Yan asked, “Why is that?”
A tingling sensation spread around his neck, and Fu Xuezhou’s Adam’s apple moved slightly. He opened his mouth to speak, but Lou Yan’s finger pressed against his lips. Lou Yan stared into Fu Xuezhou’s pitch-black eyes, smiled slowly, and ordered in a commanding tone, “I want to hear the truth.”
Fu Xuezhou’s eyes flickered, and he grabbed Lou Yan’s hand pressed against his lips. Suddenly, he smirked, and before Lou Yan could react, he lifted Lou Yan out of the bathroom and threw him onto the bed.
Lou Yan bounced on the bed twice due to its elasticity, and a shadow of a man fell over him. Fu Xuezhou’s silver hair spread out, enveloping Lou Yan.
Droplets of water dampened the bedding.
“I have indeed become much more patient with you,” Fu Xuezhou pinched Lou Yan’s chin, his voice low as he whispered in Lou Yan’s ear, “Because you’re a good f*ck.”
Lou Yan’s pupils dilated, an indescribable anger rising within him, and he raised his hand to slap Fu Xuezhou.
Fu Xuezhou’s head tilted to the side from the slap, a red palm print appearing on his face. He narrowed his eyes, grabbed Lou Yan’s wrists, and said, “Only ten minutes, don’t waste it.”
Lou Yan was insulted by those words, struggling with red eyes. “Get out!”
…
Lou Yan’s office had excellent soundproofing, but no matter how good the soundproofing was, it couldn’t block out the chaotic noise of various heavy objects falling inside.
A secretary passing by the office happened to hear the noises from inside and was startled. Then she faintly heard muffled curses coming from inside the office: “Fu Xuezhou, I’m going to kill you—how dare you—”
“Bang!” Another round of clattering and banging noises echoed.
The person who heard the commotion was frightened, and in the end, Qin Feng also knew that something was wrong in the office – Mr. Lou and the friend he brought with him were arguing, and it might even escalate into a fight!
What should he do? Would the boss get hurt if it escalated?
Qin Feng hurried to the office, but by the time he arrived, there was no sound inside. Pressing his ear against the door, all he could hear was an eerie silence.
Qin Feng had a bad feeling.
Could something really have happened?
Remembering the boss’s previous instructions not to disturb him, Qin Feng shouldn’t have interfered, but worry overwhelmed him. He knocked on the door, cleared his throat, and said loudly, “Boss, are you okay?”
After a few seconds, there was no response from inside the room.
Qin Feng’s heart skipped a beat, and he knocked on the door with more force. “Boss? Boss?!”
Finally, Lou Yan’s voice came from inside, somewhat weakly, “I’m fine… don’t come in…”
His voice sounded strained, as if he were struggling to maintain composure.
Qin Feng pushed his glasses with suspicion. “Are you really okay? Do you need me to bring you and your guest some coffee?”
Again, there was a long silence, and Lou Yan’s voice echoed again, “…No need, you can go.”
Even though the boss said so, Qin Feng couldn’t help but worry. He said, “Okay, I’ll go back to work then. Call me if you need anything.”
Just as outsiders were worried, the office was in a mess, with books, files, and broken glass scattered on the floor.
The two people in the office indeed had a fierce “fight,” but it wasn’t an ordinary one.
Lou Yan was pinned down by Fu Xuezhou on the sofa, and the gray, soft sofa was dampened with ambiguous wet marks.
Lou Yan’s eyes were burning red, and one long leg hung weakly over the sofa armrest.
Fu Xuezhou’s back was scratched, and his shoulders bore three or four bloody bite marks. He asked, “Which ten minutes is it now?”
Lou Yan raised his neck, and Fu Xuezhou’s kiss landed on his neck. Lou Yan’s face flushed, and he closed his eyes with difficulty, whispering a word from between his teeth, “Get lost.”
What Lou Yan understood as “ten minutes” and what Fu Xuezhou understood were different.
When he said “ten minutes,” he meant the overall time for one session. However, Fu Xuezhou interpreted it as ten minutes in the lounge, ten minutes on the office chair, ten minutes on the sofa… each location counted separately, each for ten minutes.
When it came to Fu Xuezhou listening to Lou Yan, in reality, he wasn’t listening at all. But if one were to say he wasn’t listening, he ironically followed Lou Yan’s request from another angle.
“It’s been the third ten minutes,” Fu Xuezhou said, after which Lou Yan viciously scratched another nail mark on his back. He gritted his teeth and retaliated with force, “I still need another ten minutes.”
Lou Yan grunted as he was bumped. It took him two seconds to vaguely react to Fu Xuezhou’s words.
If this ten minutes didn’t achieve its purpose, then the next ten minutes would begin anew. One ten minutes after another, was there no end to it?
Lou Yan didn’t know if Fu Xuezhou really hadn’t reached that point or if he was intentionally enduring it to toy with him. But he couldn’t stand this feeling anymore. His powerful senses turned pleasure into extreme madness. Lou Yan didn’t want to sink into it, nor did he want Fu Xuezhou to think he could control everything.
At the end of the third ten minutes, when Lou Yan realized Fu Xuezhou was about to take him to find another place, he took action.
He had thought it wouldn’t go so smoothly, but unexpectedly, it went even smoother than he imagined, and Fu Xuezhou was directly stimulated to reach the climax.
In the moment of climax, Fu Xuezhou breathed heavily, not quite coming back to his senses, his expression unusually blank.
Lou Yan felt delighted and immediately mercilessly pushed Fu Xuezhou away, staggering to the dressing room. He turned his back to the mirror and looked at the ghost marriage contract tattoo on his back.
“It really faded…”
After careful observation, Lou Yan was ecstatic.
Although the change wasn’t very obvious, Lou Yan was sure that the ghost marriage contract tattoo had definitely faded a bit.
“So it really needs to be ejaculated inside,” Lou Yan muttered to himself strangely, grabbing a black shirt from the wardrobe and putting it on. He murmured, “I’ve never seen anything so absurdly indecent.”
Seeing the hope that the ghost marriage contract tattoo could be resolved, Lou Yan felt a little better. He was about to take a shower, but when he thought of Fu Xuezhou barging into the bathroom just now, he suddenly didn’t feel like showering here.
Lou Yan took out a pair of pants to put on and suddenly remembered the post-care precautions he had looked up earlier.
That thing seemed to need to be cleaned up.
Lou Yan took a deep breath, struggling in his mind, and finally, with an ugly expression, he reached behind him. But at a critical moment, he sensed something and turned his head to look at the door of the dressing room. Fu Xuezhou had pushed open the door and was leaning against the door frame, wearing a loose bathrobe, curiously watching him.
“…”
Lou Yan’s eyelids twitched, and he quickly withdrew his hand, pulling up his pants abruptly, preparing to deal with it later after going home. With a cold and glamorous face, Lou Yan pushed past Fu Xuezhou and left the dressing room.
“You should leave,” his voice was cold, not at all like someone who had just been so intimate. “Get out of my office quickly.”
Fu Xuezhou said, “The rain hasn’t stopped yet.”
Lou Yan stopped in his tracks.
Fu Xuezhou looked around, found a yellow paper bag, put the dirty clothes he had taken off earlier into it, and then walked to the window, opening it. The rain outside was even more intense than before, blowing in diagonally with the fierce high-altitude wind, instantly making Fu Xuezhou’s loose bathrobe even messier.
A chill swept over.
Fu Xuezhou looked at the rain and the gloomy sky outside the window. His sweat-soaked silver hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were calm and indifferent. “This rain came much earlier than before.”
Lou Yan was taken aback, something flashed through his mind. His expression changed slightly, and he turned abruptly to look at Fu Xuezhou, but the window was wide open, and Fu Xuezhou in front of the window was already gone.
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