Chapter 149
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Fu Xuezhou has died so many times?!
Lou Yan took a sharp breath, he didn’t expect to get such useful information, he had thought that Fu Xuezhou must have had more than three rebirths, but hearing such a large number at once still startled him.
And judging from Fu Xuezhou’s tone, these 27 times were just the times he died in a berserk state, so were there other reasons for his death? How many times has Fu Xuezhou actually come back?
How did he manage to do it?
Lou Yan didn’t have time to think about other things, he directly asked the question he cared about most, “Fu Xuezhou, how many times have you come back?”
Fu Xuezhou’s hand paused, the calm expression on his face turned into a cold smile again, he glanced at Lou Yan, “What? You just wanted to go back a moment ago, as if staying here would be as good as dead, and now you want to know about me?”
Lou Yan felt choked in his heart, he calmed down, pushing the wheelchair slowly towards Fu Xuezhou.
As the distance closed, the faint fragrance from Lou Yan’s bath wafted up to Fu Xuezhou’s nose.
Clearly, it was the same scent of shampoo and body wash, but there seemed to be a subtle change on Lou Yan’s body. Fu Xuezhou smelled the faint scent mixed with cigarette smoke, and his previously calm mood became somewhat turbulent again.
He squeezed the cigarette between his fingers with a slight force, leaving a crease on the cigarette.
Soon, the footrest in front of the wheelchair reached Fu Xuezhou’s legs, and the wheelchair stopped.
Lou Yan’s fish tail tip on the footrest lightly brushed against Fu Xuezhou’s pants, causing a slight itch on his skin through the fabric. Fu Xuezhou lowered his head to glance at it, lifted his eyelids, and looked at Lou Yan’s face with indifference.
Lou Yan stared at Fu Xuezhou intently, “Fu Xuezhou, tell me, how many times have you come back?”
Fu Xuezhou found it amusing, why should I tell you?
You just angered me a moment ago, and now you expect me to answer your questions?
Lou Yan’s eyebrows raised slightly, his expression momentarily softened. He looked at Fu Xuezhou with a hint of affection in the dim light, along with a subtle teasing, and said softly, “Fu Xuezhou…?”
Fu Xuezhou.
“2…”
Just saying one number, Fu Xuezhou’s expression suddenly changed. He abruptly snapped the cigarette in half in his hand, and it fell to the floor. He looked at Lou Yan with an unreadable expression, his mood becoming irritated and heavy once again.
The calm he had just regained was disrupted by Lou Yan’s approach. He had decided to treat Lou Yan coldly, but he found himself subconsciously wanting to answer Lou Yan’s question when asked. To Fu Xuezhou, this was far more terrifying than the question itself.
It made Fu Xuezhou uncomfortable and unable to accept his own change.
But the target was still Lou Yan.
Fu Xuezhou could tell that Lou Yan in this lifetime had a great deal of animosity towards him, even attempting to kill him several times. First, the sniper attack in the internet cafe, then the assassination in Liushu Village, and finally, the betrayal in the Red Coffin.
Lou Yan posed a significant threat to Fu Xuezhou. If Fu Xuezhou hadn’t discovered the ghost marriage contract tattoo on himself after coming out of the Red Coffin, given Fu Xuezhou’s temperament, he might have eliminated Lou Yan as a potential danger at that time.
But now, not only could he not kill Lou Yan, but even after Lou Yan angered him, he still found himself answering Lou Yan’s questions about himself.
The number of reincarnations wasn’t a big secret, so telling Lou Yan didn’t matter. But Fu Xuezhou’s displeasure wasn’t about the question itself, but rather Lou Yan’s reaction to it.
Fu Xuezhou pursed his lips coldly, the killing intent he had suppressed three or four times surged in his brows, his gaze at Lou Yan colder, his tone more hostile, “Why should I tell you? Lou Yan, you just made me angry. What makes you think I’ll answer when you ask?”
Lou Yan frowned, looking at Fu Xuezhou with curiosity, but Fu Xuezhou’s eyes met his with coldness, showing no sign of wavering.
Hmph, men.
Lou Yan snorted inwardly.
Fu Xuezhou didn’t want to say, and his attitude suddenly changed. Could it be because the question he asked was a big secret to Fu Xuezhou?
Fu Xuezhou had just said the number “2”. Did it mean more than twenty times? Or more than two hundred times?
Lou Yan felt that Fu Xuezhou had reincarnated more than twenty times, but if it was more than two hundred times…
Was that even possible?
Wasn’t that a bit too much…
Lou Yan pondered in his heart, his face also turning cold, “If you don’t want to say, then don’t. But I want to know when I can recover from the berserk state. Since you’ve died so many times, you should have plenty of experience, and you should be able to give me a rough estimate.”
Fu Xuezhou’s hostility deepened, bluntly saying, “I don’t know.”
“Heh.”
Lou Yan chuckled coldly, “Is that so? Alright, Mr. Fu said he doesn’t know, then how can I ask again? My life still needs Mr. Fu’s protection, so how dare I anger you.”
His words were extremely sarcastic, but Fu Xuezhou surprisingly didn’t retort. Clearly, what Lou Yan was saying now would anger Fu Xuezhou, and Lou Yan was sure that Fu Xuezhou’s mood was far from calm at the moment.
Yet Fu Xuezhou simply averted his gaze expressionlessly, not looking at Lou Yan anymore, as if he hadn’t heard the words.
Lou Yan narrowed his eyes, keenly sensing Fu Xuezhou’s subtle change towards him.
Fu Xuezhou seemed to be… deliberately keeping his distance from him?
Lou Yan suddenly became alert, a hint of a smile flickering in his eyes. Fu Xuezhou’s behavior seemed to indicate that he had some feelings for him?
This was faster than what Lou Yan had imagined… Just after a few times in bed, there was already such a surprise. Fu Xuezhou’s emotional side turned out to be unexpectedly “innocent” in Lou Yan’s imagination.
But if Fu Xuezhou was allowed to remain calm and distant from him, this budding emotion would probably dissipate soon.
How could Lou Yan let go of this opportunity?
But what method could he use now?
In the blink of an eye, Lou Yan thought of the ghost marriage contract tattoo on his back.
He lowered his eyelids, unexpectedly finding that this thing he hated could still be useful. Well, the more he did, the sooner the ghost marriage contract would disappear, which would also benefit him.
Lou Yan quickly reacted. He rolled the wheelchair back slowly, his expression becoming more indifferent, and finally turned around and left, “It’s getting late, I’ll sleep on the sofa in the future.”
But just as he was about to leave the bedroom, Lou Yan stopped the wheelchair, turned his head to look at Fu Xuezhou behind him, the light from the living room outlining the contours of his profile. Lou Yan’s voice was calm as he said, “Oh, by the way, I have one more question.”
Fu Xuezhou looked at him without showing any emotion.
Lou Yan’s lips curled indifferently, “Mr. Fu, when will our ghost marriage contract disappear? You surely know about this, right?”
With a somewhat disgusted look at the ghost marriage contract tattoo covered by his clothes, he spoke in a tone that indicated he didn’t want to have any relationship with Fu Xuezhou, “It would be nice if it could disappear sooner… I believe neither Mr. Fu nor I want to do those intimate and disgusting things.”
Fu Xuezhou didn’t speak for a while, then suddenly laughed, his voice low and hoarse, coldness and hostility emanating from him, “Disgusting?”
He chuckled again, “You find it disgusting?”
Lou Yan seemed oblivious to Fu Xuezhou’s shifting mood, casually tugging at the collar of his shirt on his right shoulder, his neck slightly bent, the curve from the back of his head to his spine graceful and elegant. “Isn’t it disgusting? Every time the ghost marriage contract tattoo heats up, I feel like tearing this piece of skin off.”
Before Lou Yan could finish his sentence, he heard fast approaching footsteps from behind. The next moment, Fu Xuezhou lifted Lou Yan from the wheelchair and threw him onto the bed.
The shadow of the man fell heavily, silver hair surrounding Lou Yan’s head. Lou Yan looked up and met Fu Xuezhou’s dark red eyes.
Fu Xuezhou held Lou Yan’s hand above his head and gripped his chin forcefully, a cold smile on his lips. “But I noticed that you almost passed out from pleasure in the previous times.”
Lou Yan’s face turned ugly, struggling angrily, “Get off me, I did not, release me Fu Xuezhou!”
“No?” Fu Xuezhou tugged his lips, his eyes devoid of amusement. He released Lou Yan’s chin and undid his pants directly. “Let’s see if you’ll find it disgusting or pleasurable this time.”
“Get lost!” Lou Yan struggled harder, glaring fiercely at Fu Xuezhou like an enraged leopard. “Fu Xuezhou, are you insane?”
Fu Xuezhou restrained all of Lou Yan’s struggles, leaning in close, his fingers touching Lou Yan’s scales, his voice cold, “Struggling for what? Didn’t you say you wanted the ghost marriage contract to disappear sooner? Do it a few more times, and it might disappear a few days earlier.”
Lou Yan’s struggling stopped abruptly.
Fu Xuezhou’s eyes darkened, his actions more violent.
…
This time it was done in silence.
Lou Yan didn’t scream or make any noise, Fu Xuezhou watched Lou Yan’s face closely, doing it all very roughly, as if he wanted to do it until Lou Yan died.
The bed creaked violently, as if it was about to collapse. Lou Yan almost thought the bed would collapse several times, and he even vaguely wondered if the other residents of the neighborhood could hear the sound of the bed.
A few times, Lou Yan felt his mind go blank, instinctively wanting to make a sound, but always suppressing it in his throat.
This was truly the most difficult and yet the most pleasurable time for Lou Yan.
His body, his consciousness influenced by the strange changes, wanted to climb to the peak of desire with Fu Xuezhou. Not only did he have to contend with Fu Xuezhou, but he also had to resist the influence of his own instincts.
The more he suppressed, the more pleasurable it became. The more pleasurable it became, the less Lou Yan could show it. In the end, he didn’t even let Fu Xuezhou touch him, he rubbed against Fu Xuezhou’s abdomen himself and reached climax.
It was so pleasurable that it made Lou Yan’s scalp numb, his soul twitching.
Afterwards, the sweat on Lou Yan’s body soaked through the bedsheet underneath him. He laid on the bed, panting heavily, when Fu Xuezhou reached out to hold him and take him to wash up, he struggled to move his still lingering body, coldly avoiding Fu Xuezhou’s hands.
Fu Xuezhou’s face, which had relaxed considerably, darkened again. He stared at Lou Yan’s back for several seconds before suppressing his anger and saying lightly, “Let me take you to wash up.”
Lou Yan didn’t even look at Fu Xuezhou, coldly refusing, “No need.”
“…,” Fu Xuezhou’s face darkened as he went to the bathroom alone.
Lou Yan glanced at the bathroom door from the corner of his eye, calming his racing heart as he thought about what to do next.
When he had figured it out, Fu Xuezhou emerged from the bathroom. He walked straight to the bedside, wrapped in a towel, and stood there, looking down at Lou Yan.
Ignoring him, Lou Yan turned over again, his back facing Fu Xuezhou. From his hair to his fishtail, it all said, “I don’t want to deal with you.”
Fu Xuezhou pursed his lips, then went to the bedroom bookcase and took out a notebook. He then opened the desk drawer and took out a few pens, and leaned against the window, busy with something.
Lou Yan only heard the sound of paper and pens. He frowned imperceptibly. What was Fu Xuezhou doing?
But amidst the sound, Lou Yan started to feel drowsy. He yawned, burying his face in his arms. As his eyelids began to droop, he suddenly felt something sharp poking his arm.
Opening his eyes, Lou Yan saw that it was a paper airplane that had landed on his arm.
From Fu Xuezhou?
He furrowed his brows, reached out to take the paper airplane, unfolded it, and saw a beautiful butterfly drawn in blue-purple, almost dreamlike, on the white paper.
Lou Yan was stunned, it was the butterfly that he had drawn before, the one Fu Xuezhou had used to spy on him.
It was different from Lou Yan’s drawing, Fu Xuezhou’s drawing skills were obviously much better. The butterfly spread its wings on the paper, its colors beautiful and stunning, even with just a few strokes, it seemed lifelike and vibrant, the lines were extremely agile.
Fu Xuezhou could actually draw?
What… does this mean?
Lou Yan turned to look at Fu Xuezhou by the window, but Fu Xuezhou didn’t look at him, instead he turned his back to Lou Yan and stuffed the sketchbook back into the bookshelf. But as if he could feel Lou Yan’s gaze, he spoke quickly, “For you.”
There was a pause from the silver-haired man, but he still didn’t turn around. He said calmly, “It’s called ‘Don’t be angry’.”
Author’s note:
Lou: He’s actually like a childish college student who sends paper airplanes to cheer people up.
Fu’s train of thought: Your butterfly drawing is ugly, but since you drew it so seriously, it means you like it. So I’ll draw a beautiful one for you. Look at it and don’t be angry, okay?
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