Chapter 125
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A dreamlike colorful butterfly leaped through the rain curtain, leaving a faint golden trace in the air. It passed through the tightly closed window like a phantom and gently landed on the nose of the silver-haired man who was sleeping with his eyes closed on the bed.
Fu Xuezhou opened his eyes and met the gaze of the butterfly on his nose. Suddenly, the butterfly flapped its wings and flew into Fu Xuezhou’s body.
Fu Xuezhou blinked, his curiosity satisfied. He thought, “So that’s what he wanted to do before.”
When he was in the company lounge, Fu Xuezhou saw that Lou Yan seemed to be preparing to do something when he was changing clothes, but his expression changed drastically when he appeared, and what he wanted to do was left unfinished. Fu Xuezhou was curious about what Lou Yan wanted to do.
Just before going to sleep after dinner, Fu Xuezhou suddenly remembered this curiosity. Although he hadn’t prepared to do anything, his body remembered the curiosity lingering in his brain, and directly used the nightmare’s ability to materialize a phantom butterfly flying to Lou Yan’s side.
Coincidentally, the phantom butterfly saw Lou Yan cleaning himself up.
Fu Xuezhou recalled the cold look in Lou Yan’s eyes that the phantom butterfly saw last, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He propped himself up on the head of the bed, opened the bedside table, and took out a piece of candy, putting it in his mouth.
“Buzz, buzz,” the phone vibrated twice.
Fu Xuezhou pressed the candy against his right cheek, picked up the phone, and saw a new message in his inbox: [Is it nice to look at?]
Looking at the sender of the email, if it was not Lou Yan who else could it be.
Fu Xuezhou raised an eyebrow slightly, almost imagining Lou Yan’s sarcastic expression when he said this, he thought for a moment, and then slowly moved his fingers a few times.
***
Lou Yan came out after changing his clothes and saw that Fu Xuezhou had already replied with a message. It was a simple “？”.
Lou Yan sat on the edge of the bed and sneered twice, “What’s the meaning, pretending to be ignorant with me?”
He switched to a drawing software, intending to draw the butterfly he had just seen and confront Fu Xuezhou. But as he drew a few strokes, the other party sent another email.
[Didn’t you block me?]
This sentence was very ordinary, very common. Perhaps Fu Xuezhou casually asked in a light tone, but in Lou Yan’s ears, it was naked provocation and mockery.
Lou Yan didn’t respond to Fu Xuezhou and continued drawing the butterfly. He wasn’t just doing it to use the butterfly sketch as evidence, but also intentionally to leave Fu Xuezhou hanging.
After waiting for a while without receiving a response from Lou Yan, Fu Xuezhou tapped the frame of his phone with his slender fingers, then turned off the phone and set it aside.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, when Fu Xuezhou was almost done being ignored, Lou Yan finally sent the completed butterfly drawing to Fu Xuezhou and asked, [What is this? Did you use the nightmare’s ability to materialize the butterfly in reality?]
The phone lit up and vibrated again. Fu Xuezhou didn’t check immediately, but peeled off another piece of candy and put it in his mouth before opening the phone. When he opened it, he saw the butterfly drawing that Lou Yan had drawn, and Fu Xuezhou fell silent.
In the picture, the lines were shaking like wavy lines, struggling to form the shape of a butterfly, with a drawing style of no more than five years old. The wings of the butterfly were covered with various colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, with colors not blending into each other, opposing each other. The head of the butterfly was delicately drawn with two spiral-shaped antennae, still shaking like waves.
“…” Fu Xuezhou looked away from the picture and raised one hand towards the air.
The beautifully colored butterfly reappeared on his fingertips, its wings mainly blue and purple, shimmering with golden light. Fu Xuezhou looked at this butterfly for a moment, then looked down at the butterfly Lou Yan drew, then looked up at the butterfly again, and then looked down at the butterfly Lou Yan drew again.
They looked completely different.
Fu Xuezhou picked up his phone and took a picture of the butterfly on his finger, sending it to Lou Yan: [Why does the one you drew look different from this one?]
Lou Yan, upon receiving the message, “……???”
Was Fu Xuezhou mocking him?! What’s different anyway? Clearly, everything from the appearance to the color is exactly the same!
…Wait.
He was here to confront Fu Xuezhou for sending this butterfly to spy on him, not to discuss whether the butterfly he drew resembled the real thing or not.
Lou Yan redirected the conversation: [So this butterfly is indeed yours, so you admit that you used it to spy on me?]
[It’s not spying.]
Lou Yan pressed on aggressively: [Not spying? Then it’s peeping?]
Fu Xuezhou didn’t reply to this immediately.
Lou Yan seemed to have caught Fu Xuezhou’s weakness and pressed on step by step: [Admit it? No words to say? Fu Xuezhou, just after we met, you used such means to peep on me? Is that how much you want me? Heh, if you want me, just come to me openly and see me yourself. Aren’t you disgusted with using such means?]
After saying this, Lou Yan suddenly felt the temperature drop. He looked up and realized that the surrounding environment was no longer his bedroom but had turned into another unfamiliar bedroom.
The walls were very white, and the floor was made of reddish-brown wooden boards. In the corner, there was a desk and a bookshelf, filled with thick reference books such as “Principles of Flight,” “Aircraft Structures and Systems,” and “Pilot’s Diary”… There were also several famous literary works from both domestic and foreign authors.
On the desk sat a dusty desk lamp and an equally dusty fighter jet model, indicating that this was likely a college student’s room.
Lou Yan was still sitting on the edge of a bed. He glanced at the bed, suddenly realizing something, and quickly turned his head, only to see Fu Xuezhou, shirtless, leaning against the head of the bed.
Below Fu Xuezhou’s waist, there was a thin blanket covering him. Against the backdrop of the light purple blanket, his upper body appeared even paler. The marks that Lou Yan had scratched and bitten out before had completely healed and disappeared under Fu Xuezhou’s strong self-healing ability, leaving no trace behind.
Fu Xuezhou held a phone in his hand, and his pitch-black eyes met Lou Yan’s gaze. “Like coming to you openly like this?”
The butterfly flew up from Fu Xuezhou’s fingertips, circling around Lou Yan twice, leaving behind a trail of golden light.
“It likes you a lot,” Fu Xuezhou raised an eyebrow, “Get it?”
Lou Yan heard the hidden implication in Fu Xuezhou’s words: It likes you a lot, so what does it matter to me if it spies on you?
Lou Yan didn’t get angry; instead, he smiled, “So you didn’t watch?”
Fu Xuezhou’s eyes flickered for a moment, but he remained silent.
Lou Yan already understood him somewhat—whenever Fu Xuezhou didn’t want to explain or when someone guessed his thoughts, he would remain silent.
Lou Yan’s smile widened. Within the short span of a day and night, he had experienced two intense and exciting rounds of lovemaking. The remnants of pleasure and exhaustion from the second round still lingered on his eyebrows and eyes. Moreover, he had just taken a shower, and his skin was slightly red from the steam, his lips as red as if they had been poisoned by bright flowers, exuding a sexy and moist ambiguity.
Lou Yan turned around and climbed onto the bed, gradually crawling onto Fu Xuezhou’s body. His hands were on Fu Xuezhou’s pillow, his legs kneeling on either side of Fu Xuezhou’s legs. The half-dry, half-wet scent of his bath drifted to Fu Xuezhou’s nose, mixing with the peaceful rain outside, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.
“Do I look good?”
Lou Yan approached Fu Xuezhou with a smile, his face smiling, but his eyes devoid of any humor, staring at Fu Xuezhou’s eyes like a snake. His face was just a palm’s distance away from Fu Xuezhou’s face, ambiguous and unpredictable.
Fu Xuezhou looked down at him, chewing on the remnants of candy in his mouth. His Adam’s apple moved slightly, as if making a vague response, or as if making no sound at all.
“Fu Xuezhou,” Lou Yan smiled again, looking exceptionally charming when he smiled. The sharpness on his face turned into a freely beautiful and wildness like the wind, “Do you want to kiss me?”
His voice was deliberately lowered when he spoke, the seductive hoarseness making one’s ears reddened and heart race.
Fu Xuezhou’s teeth felt a little itchy at the root. He swallowed the candy remnants in his mouth, his Adam’s apple rolling slightly, and said to Lou Yan, “Come here.”
Lou Yan cooperated and leaned in again, as if about to take the initiative to kiss. But when the distance between their lips was only a finger’s breadth away, Lou Yan laughed lightly, “Your daydream is over.”
As soon as he said this, Lou Yan, who had realized that this was a dream, returned from the nightmare to reality. He was sitting on the edge of his own bed, holding a phone in his hand, editing his response to Fu Xuezhou in his email inbox.
Lou Yan chuckled twice, deleted these words, and added Fu Xuezhou’s email account back to the blacklist. The satisfying feeling of playing around with Fu Xuezhou in the dream made him too lazy to scold Fu Xuezhou anymore.
Lou Yan comfortably lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, preparing to fall asleep.
***
Early the next morning at five o’clock, before dawn, Lou Yan had already woken up.
He put on a piece of clothing and walked to the window to look outside. The pouring rain resembled a black curtain, connecting the sky and the ground firmly.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier.
Lou Yan walked out of the room, his movements light, but it disturbed Li Sanxin, who was sleeping lightly with the same concern about the rain. Li Sanxin peeked out from the room, lowered his voice and asked, “Where are you going?”
Lou Yan replied in the same tone, “Going out to see the rain.”
Li Sanxin walked out of the room and gently closed the door, “I’ll go with you.”
The two of them first went to the warehouse and put on thick black raincoats, then they took umbrellas and military flashlights and left the villa. The villa was halfway up the mountain, and the drainage system was also well built, so they couldn’t see the situation of the rainwater accumulation here. The two of them walked in the rain for a while until they reached the mountain viewing platform. They looked down with flashlights and saw that the muddy yellow rainwater was about to submerge the roofs of the small cars parked by the roadside.
Li Sanxin took a deep breath, his expression solemn, “It’s only been a few hours, why is the water accumulating so high? These small cars are at least one meter forty in height.”
“This shows that this rain is indeed not normal,” Lou Yan stared at the accumulated water below, his gaze heavy, “It’s certain now, this rain is the work of the A-rank horror ‘water ghost.'”
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