Chapter 162
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Lou Yan returned to the room with Fu Xuezhou with a subtle mood.
The silver-haired monster’s body was huge, and the room could barely accommodate his wings and tentacles. Lou Yan saw the deep red mucus dripping onto the clean floor and coldly reminded, “Don’t get your mucus on the bed and sofa.”
The reminded silver-haired monster stood still for a moment, then silently walked to the corner and stood there. All of his tentacles squeezed together tightly, and his wings were pressed against the wall, making him look pitiful.
Lou Yan had no sympathy. He took off his clothes and went to the bathroom to change, leisurely taking another bath.
Although there were no traces of intimacy on his body, mentally, Lou Yan felt dirty. After the bath, Lou Yan, with wet short hair dripping water, stood by the wire mesh laundry basket, holding a lighter and burning the clothes stained with blood and mucus.
The raging flames flickered on Lou Yan’s face, making the usually expressionless Lou Yan look a bit cold.
After the clothes burned out, Lou Yan wrapped himself in a white bathrobe and lazily walked out of the bathroom.
The silver-haired monster was still obediently standing in the corner, and as soon as he came out, he stared at Lou Yan. But Lou Yan acted as if he hadn’t seen Fu Xuezhou, comfortably lying on the bed playing with his phone.
Lou Yan’s damp hair wetted the pillow, and he opened a mobile game. After a few cheerful notes of music, a tentacle handed Lou Yan a towel.
Lou Yan glanced at the towel and then looked at the silver-haired monster. The silver-haired monster succinctly said, “Dry your hair.”
Lou Yan tapped the back of his phone with his finger and then took the towel. He expected it to be stained with mucus from the tentacles, but there was a tissue wrapped around the tentacles under the towel. The towel was clean, with nothing stained on it.
So thoughtful?
Lou Yan raised his eyebrows, sat up, and casually dried his hair a few times before putting the towel on the pillow and continuing to play with his phone.
Fu Xuezhou had originally prepared for Lou Yan to continue questioning whether he was pretending, but he didn’t expect Lou Yan to be completely indifferent, as if he didn’t want to bother with him anymore, not even giving Fu Xuezhou more glances.
Fu Xuezhou’s gaze moved to Lou Yan’s phone.
Casually wondering, what game was it that could attract Lou Yan so much?
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange.
“Game Over!”
After the game ended, Lou Yan put down his phone and finally looked at the silver-haired monster. He smiled slightly, his semi-dry black curls scattered on his forehead and face, looking particularly gentle and soft under the warm light.
“Fu Xuezhou,” he chuckled, “Tired of playing games? How about we play something more exciting?”
The crimson eyes of the silver-haired monster suddenly deepened, and the tentacles immediately waved excitedly, even the wings that were originally squeezed together instantly became spirited.
Lou Yan smiled and picked up a tablet from beside the pillow and threw it to Fu Xuezhou, “Come on, let’s play online games together?”
Fu Xuezhou: “……”
Fu Xuezhou: “…………”
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After playing for more than an hour, Lou Yan fell asleep.
Fu Xuezhou walked to the bedside and looked down at Lou Yan’s sleeping face, the strange tentacles and wings gradually disappearing into his body. He reached out to touch Lou Yan’s cheek, but stopped just before touching his skin.
Lou Yan probably buried a lot of things in his heart, so even his sleeping appearance looked particularly unapproachable, with a subtle alertness hidden in his expression, as if he could wake up at any moment because of a slight movement.
Fu Xuezhou was familiar with this state. Everyone who survived in the era of Anamoly Resurgence would become unable to sleep peacefully like this.
Fu Xuezhou’s fingers moved from the corner of Lou Yan’s eye to his jaw, his mood unusually calm.
After a moment, Fu Xuezhou left the bedside, opened the window, and jumped out.
In the quiet darkness of the room, Lou Yan, lying alone on the bed, twitched his eyelids and turned over slowly.
……
At five o’clock in the morning, the window of the hotel opened again, and Fu Xuezhou, with a chill all over his body, jumped into the room from the window.
But as soon as his feet touched the ground, he stepped on the puddle on the ground. The next moment, the prepared water on the ground split into five streams, binding Fu Xuezhou’s four limbs and neck tightly, rendering him unable to move.
The light “click”ed on, and Lou Yan leaned against the head of the bed, casually pushing back the black hair on his forehead, looking at him with a smile that was not a smile. The bathrobe collar was loose, revealing delicate clavicles: “Mr. Fu, where did you go in the middle of the night?”
Fu Xuezhou’s expression changed slightly. He struggled with his arms but couldn’t break free from the flow of water.
Lou Yan smiled, got up from the bed, picked up an unopened pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, and walked to Fu Xuezhou’s side. As he opened the cigarette pack and sniffed the smell on Fu Xuezhou’s body, he remarked, “…. cigarette smell, instant noodle smell, sweat smell… Did you go to the internet cafe?”
Fu Xuezhou lifted his eyelids to give him a glance, his eyes flickering for a moment, but he didn’t say anything.
Lou Yan lit a cigarette and chuckled, looking Fu Xuezhou up and down, and said inexplicably, “Where are your tentacles and wings, Mr. Fu? How come they’re gone? It’s only been a few hours, did you recover from your berserk state so quickly?”
Fu Xuezhou: “…mmm.”
He could hear the hostility in Lou Yan’s tone. Fu Xuezhou initially thought that Lou Yan’s previous attitude of ignoring him meant he wasn’t going to confront him about being deceived and forcefully taken advantage of, but now he realized he was mistaken.
Lou Yan put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and then continued, “Let me guess what you did. Did you go to the internet cafe to find the scammer who tricked you into transferring the five thousand five hundred yuan?”
Fu Xuezhou: “…”
Lou Yan raised an eyebrow, and with a thought, Fu Xuezhou was lifted up by the water flow and placed on the bed. The next moment, Lou Yan was sitting on Fu Xuezhou’s lap in a bathrobe.
With his legs apart and the bathrobe covering the middle, Lou Yan felt the firm and slender waist and abdomen underneath him. He squinted his eyes, flicked the cigarette ash, held the cigarette between his lips, and leaned down slightly, reaching out to unbutton Fu Xuezhou’s shirt.
Fu Xuezhou’s thin lips suddenly tightened, and he looked deeply at Lou Yan, his tone calm, “What are you doing?”
“Getting on top of you,” Lou Yan undid Fu Xuezhou’s clothing down to his chest, chuckling with a seasoned air, then teasingly pinched his chest, saying, “Quite pale… Fu Xuezhou, tell me the truth. Before being with me, were you still a virgin?”
The blue veins on the back of Fu Xuezhou’s hand protruded, and clouds churned in his eyes. He chose to ignore Lou Yan’s question and focused on the first sentence Lou Yan said, “Getting on top of me?”
Fu Xuezhou’s shirt had been unbuttoned by Lou Yan.
Lou Yan admired Fu Xuezhou’s upper body. Fu Xuezhou’s physique was very attractive, not overly muscular, but firm and powerful. This was a body tempered in actual combat, in the midst of life and death and bloodshed. It appeared thin when dressed, but in reality, every part of it possessed the power to kill.
“It’s hard to imagine,” Lou Yan objectively commented, “those disgusting tentacles, wings, and extra hands actually grew from your body.”
Beneath the perfect surface of the skin hid various ugly and bizarre anomalies, creating a sharp contrast.
Fu Xuezhou didn’t mind Lou Yan’s hands exploring him. He frowned, persistently asking, “You want to top me?”
Lou Yan began to unfasten his belt, his voice muffled with the cigarette in his mouth, “What, can’t I?”
Fu Xuezhou calmly said, “Getting on top of me won’t help with the disappearance of the ghost marriage contract.”
Lou Yan chuckled at Fu Xuezhou’s words. He bent down and lightly tapped Fu Xuezhou’s face, “Fu Xuezhou, who told you that getting into bed was to dissolve the ghost marriage contract?”
With that, Lou Yan’s expression turned cold, “Do you think I forgot about you forcibly taking advantage of me when you were in that anomaly state before? Pretending to be ignorant with me. A few hours later, you’ll recover from your berserk state, go to the internet cafe in the middle of the night to find the scammer and get back your five thousand five hundred yuan. Heh, Fu Xuezhou, the world’s number one, deliberately pretending to be berserk, transferring money to the scammer and then deliberately throwing the phone in front of me to show me, you’re quite cunning, Fu Xuezhou. Well-prepared, I didn’t know you were such a person before.”
Fu Xuezhou: “… You—”
“Oh, no,” Lou Yan interrupted Fu Xuezhou’s words, pinching Fu Xuezhou’s chin. He looked down at Fu Xuezhou and said, “I almost forgot, you’ve always been a hypocritical pretender.”
Even as he scolded Fu Xuezhou like this, Lou Yan didn’t feel relieved in his heart. Because he knew that such words would have no effect on Fu Xuezhou at all.
Fu Xuezhou’s face remained unchanged, and as he stared at Lou Yan, he suddenly asked, “Even if it doesn’t help with the ghost marriage contract, you still want to get on top of me?”
Lou Yan realized that Fu Xuezhou’s focus had always been on this. He sneered, feeling somewhat chilly, “Yes, Fu Xuezhou, I have to get my revenge.”
Before he finished speaking, Lou Yan felt the thing under his butt, which had already half-risen, completely erect.
Without changing his expression, he reached for Fu Xuezhou’s pants, removed the extra clothes, and for the first time in such a bright and clear environment, he held Fu Xuezhou’s member in his hand, observing it closely.
It didn’t look very pleasing, but the color wasn’t very dark, and it felt heavy in his hand, slightly erect, contrasting sharply with Lou Yan’s slender and fair five fingers.
Lou Yan felt Fu Xuezhou’s gaze burning on him, and when he looked up, he saw the intense emotions in Fu Xuezhou’s pitch-black eyes, as if urging Lou Yan, yet also warning him to let go.
Lou Yan felt playful, he picked up the cigarette and pressed it against Fu Xuezhou’s abdomen. There was a faint “sizzle” where the cigarette touched the skin. White smoke rose, obscuring the space between Fu Xuezhou and Lou Yan.
In the strong tobacco smell, Lou Yan unexpectedly lowered his head, and as his lips approached the cigarette burn on Fu Xuezhou’s waist, he opened them slightly.
Fu Xuezhou’s long lashes trembled, his jaw tensed for a moment, and his Adam’s apple rolled violently. He stared at Lou Yan without blinking, his body and mind becoming uncontrollably excited.
At the moment Lou Yan’s breath brushed past him, he reached his limit in an instant.
But those soft and rosy lips, at the critical moment, passed over the point, gently landing on the cigarette burn on Fu Xuezhou.
Deceived, Fu Xuezhou ended up smearing everything on Lou Yan’s face in that moment.
Lou Yan lifted his damp head, giving Fu Xuezhou a slight smile. With a hint of mockery, he made a sound of “hmm” and said, “That was fast.”
Author’s note:
Fu: …
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