Chapter 211
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Someone had sneaked into his room.
Lou Yan’s expression turned icy.
The room was not lit, making it even darker than outside. The window was wide open, letting in the hot night breeze, gently swaying the light-colored curtains.
The smell of alcohol wafted in the air, masking the intruder’s scent, and indicating that the intruder had been here for quite some time.
Lou Yan’s eyes flashed with coldness as he quickly scanned the room, finding no one, and then walked towards the window.
But as soon as he took a step, a heavily alcoholic body pressed up against him from behind.
Lou Yan reacted quickly, attempting to strike backward, but he was pushed back onto the bed by the intruder. The soft mattress bounced a couple of times, and Lou Yan looked at the dark figure in front of him, utterly astonished.
How could it be… Fu Xuezhou?
He had said such things to Fu Xuezhou, how could Fu Xuezhou still come to him?
Why did Fu Xuezhou come back—!
Lou Yan’s face of disbelief was clearly seen by the intruder. The intruder smirked coldly, holding Lou Yan’s hands tighter, pressing down on him, the smell of alcohol getting closer, the voice hoarse and unpleasant, filled with self-deprecation and violence, “Surprised to see me? Yes, you should be surprised… You were convinced that I wouldn’t appear in front of you… But here I am…”
The silver-haired man pinched Lou Yan’s chin, lowered his head almost touching lips, nose almost touching nose, as if drunk, his voice low, “Do I look pathetic in your eyes now?”
The smell of alcohol on Fu Xuezhou was too strong, as if he had just soaked himself in alcohol. God, how much had he drunk!
Lou Yan’s chin bore a deep red mark where it had been pinched. He winced slightly, trying to push Fu Xuezhou away, but Fu Xuezhou interpreted his expression as disgust and rejection.
Veins bulged on the back of Fu Xuezhou’s hand as his gaze darkened. Suddenly, he reached out and forcefully pulled at Lou Yan’s pajama collar, exposing a large swath of his smooth, firm skin. The intoxicated man lowered his head and viciously kissed Lou Yan’s neck.
Lou Yan’s pupils dilated, and he struggled hard for a moment. But Fu Xuezhou firmly restrained him, preventing him from resisting, and continued downward along his neck.
D*mn, what was he doing!
He had already prepared himself to be strangers to each other. He had been too busy for the past five or six days to even think about Fu Xuezhou. So what was Fu Xuezhou doing now—!
Lou Yan felt a surge of anger rising in his heart. “What the h*ll are you doing, Fu Xuezhou!”
“Topping you,” the man kissed Lou Yan’s body, the fumes of alcohol making Lou Yan feel dizzy, his voice low and heavy, as if not fully awake, “…Lou Yan, don’t overthink it. I came here not because I miss you, not because I’m willingly humiliating myself and can’t let go of you, and certainly not because I still humbly like you… I just… just want to come and sleep with you.”
In the dim room, with the warm breeze. The pure black pajamas were torn, revealing white and firm muscles. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with Lou Yan’s skin, bringing a tingling sensation.
Is that so?
Just because you want to sleep with me?
Lou Yan sneered, feeling a tremor in his skin.
The heavy, raspy breaths and the clear sound of clothes and sheets rubbing against each other filled the room.
Fu Xuezhou’s palm against Lou Yan’s body felt slightly cold, a bit painful, and heavy. It didn’t feel like love-making; instead, it brought a suffocating feeling of sinking into a quagmire, as if everything was just a dizzying dream.
“I just have this need,” the silver-haired man repeated coldly as he pulled off Lou Yan’s clothes, “It’s not about anything else, I just want to find someone to do this with me, and happened to think of you.”
Lou Yan felt like he was in a dream. The smell of alcohol from Fu Xuezhou mingled with the smell on his own body, and the glass of wine he had just drunk seemed to release several times its strength, making Lou Yan feel like he was the one who was drunk. The man who was kissing him incessantly felt like a hallucination.
His breathing quickened, his gaze unfocused, until Fu Xuezhou tried to force his way in, and Lou Yan suddenly snapped out of this daze.
His face instantly darkened, and he stared at Fu Xuezhou coldly, a sense of shame causing his chest to heave violently. “What the h*ll are you doing, Fu Xuezhou! Get the h*ll out of here, you’re r*ping me, don’t make me hate you again!”
Fu Xuezhou froze, murmuring to himself, “Hate me again?”
“…Hate me again.”
A sneer, the man slowly pressed forward, his eyes even darker than the darkness, “Then hate me again.”
Lou Yan stopped struggling, coldly watching Fu Xuezhou. He spoke with every intention to kill, each word spat out from his soft, pretty lips, “Fu Xuezhou, stop it. You’re only disgusting me.”
Fu Xuezhou trembled, his movements stiffening.
Lou Yan’s words echoed in his ears, reminding him of what he had said before he was pushed into the abyss of h*ll:
“Do you know what mood I’m in when I sleep with you and get intimate with you?! I’m f*cking disgusted all the time!”
“You only make me feel disgusted…”
“…I’m f*cking disgusted all the time.”
These two sentences repeated in Fu Xuezhou’s mind, plunging him into darkness. His throat rolled, swallowing the taste of blood, and his body stiffened as he bent over, burying his head in Lou Yan’s shoulder.
Lou Yan’s scent filled Fu Xuezhou’s nose, reminding him of the first time they made love in this room. Lou Yan was wearing the same clothes, emitting the same scent.
Fu Xuezhou once again felt the pain and bitterness emanating from within his body.
He almost found it difficult to breathe, and every scent coming from Lou Yan felt like burning flames, scalding Fu Xuezhou inside and out.
But strangely, he laughed, his voice hoarse as he asked, “…Am I only disgusting to you when I touch you?”
“Yes.” Lou Yan took a deep breath, closing his eyes. His fingers twitched nervously, subconsciously clenching, “Now, immediately, get out of my house, roll off my bed!”
“Lou Yan,” the silver-haired man suddenly asked, “Do you have a heart?”
As he spoke, he moved from Lou Yan’s shoulder to his chest, listening to Lou Yan’s heartbeat. Fu Xuezhou lowered his eyes, “You clearly have a heartbeat.”
Lou Yan’s eyelids twitched, turning his face away to face Fu Xuezhou with an expressionless side profile, saying again, “Get out!”
“… “The silver-haired man raised his head again, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Lou Yan. He stubbornly and unwillingly said, “I don’t believe you have no feelings for me.”
Fu Xuezhou reached down, only to find Lou Yan unresponsive.
The silver-haired man’s hand trembled, his eyes first confused, then obscure, and Lou Yan could even hear the sound of Fu Xuezhou gritting his teeth.
“…Don’t pretend you have feelings for me. Didn’t you say that you just wanted to find someone to sleep with?” Lou Yan’s expression was indifferent, mocking, “Are you satisfied now? Who can get hard when they’re being raped?”
Actually, it wasn’t true.
When Fu Xuezhou first threw himself on him and kissed him without rhyme or reason, Lou Yan did feel his body heating up and a slight stir of emotion.
After all, his body had become too accustomed to Fu Xuezhou’s scent and touch, and it had been too long since he had done it, so both his physiology and psychology felt a craving in that instant.
But his body was still dry and tense. So when Fu Xuezhou entered, Lou Yan instantly sobered up and immediately softened.
“…I don’t believe it,” Fu Xuezhou said, his fingers creaking as he squeezed Lou Yan’s chin, “Lou Yan, I don’t believe that you feel nothing every time we’re together.”
Anger and humiliation made Lou Yan coldly smile, piercing Fu Xuezhou sharply, “How could I feel anything? Every time I was with you before, it was because of the ghost marriage contract. Now that the contract is gone, why would I react to you? Fu Xuezhou, I’ve already said it once on the boat, do you want me to reject you again bluntly?”
Fu Xuezhou slowly lowered his head to look at him, his breathing so light it was almost imperceptible. Pain seemed to envelop this man, causing Fu Xuezhou’s expression to become blank.
Lou Yan’s heart tightened with waves of emotion. He repeatedly thought that they couldn’t continue like this; they needed to put an end to it for the good of both of them. So, Lou Yan kept a cold and mocking expression on his face, intending to warn Fu Xuezhou to back off. However, just as he was about to speak, Fu Xuezhou suddenly bent down and gently kissed Lou Yan’s abdomen.
The light kiss and lick gradually moved downward, causing Lou Yan’s entire body to tense up.
He wanted to evade, but there was nowhere to escape. As Fu Xuezhou continued downward, Lou Yan felt something was wrong. Just as he was about to stop him, Fu Xuezhou abruptly kissed it.
Lou Yan gasped, a surge of shame flooding through him. He could hardly imagine Fu Xuezhou’s expression; his mind went blank for a few seconds. “Fu Xuezhou…”
Fu Xuezhou actually—
How could he do this?
Perhaps men were always unable to resist such stimuli. In the blink of an eye, Lou Yan experienced both psychological and physiological pleasure.
Encouraged by Lou Yan’s response, Fu Xuezhou continued to awkwardly and clumsily please Lou Yan. He didn’t actually know what he was doing, stumbling along the way. But he was sincere and focused. Just the thought of Fu Xuezhou doing this to him filled Lou Yan with an indescribable intense feeling.
Lou Yan’s neck arched, veins popping, creating a beautiful curve like a swan’s neck. His breathing changed.
Fu Xuezhou cleared his throat lightly and smiled. “You’re feeling it, Lou Yan.”
Lou Yan closed his eyes in embarrassment, unable to look Fu Xuezhou in the eye.
Fu Xuezhou grinned, his hands continuing to explore, sending shivers through Lou Yan’s body. “See, it’s not just because of the ghost marriage contract,” Fu Xuezhou whispered slowly and deliberately into Lou Yan’s ear, “Even without the contract, you still have feelings for me.”
It was just normal….
Lou Yan wanted to refute, but every time he opened his mouth, he found himself unable to say anything.
His lips pressed tightly together, as if in a default state, yet also as if he simply didn’t want to see Fu Xuezhou.
The faint smile on Fu Xuezhou’s face froze, and he paused quietly for a moment before suddenly grabbing Lou Yan’s waist and forcefully invading.
Lou Yan emitted a muffled groan but still refused to open his eyes.
Fu Xuezhou’s actions this time were fierce, as if a storm was unleashing all the sorrow, sadness, and anger through this method.
The sensation, like being in a dream, came again, blurring the lines between reality and illusion. Lou Yan couldn’t help but make a faint sound, but he quickly bit his lip to suppress it.
How did they end up in bed like this?
Lou Yan occasionally thought in moments of distraction, but before he could find an answer, Fu Xuezhou’s actions shattered the question.
He had already decided to put an end to it…
With his eyes closed, unable to see Fu Xuezhou’s expression, Lou Yan couldn’t help but speculate what expression Fu Xuezhou would have now, and what he would be thinking.
Were Fu Xuezhou’s words true? If they were, why did Lou Yan feel a hint of bitterness in Fu Xuezhou’s repeated actions?
That bitterness was impossible to ignore, even for Lou Yan.
Lou Yan also noticed one particular thing: Fu Xuezhou didn’t kiss his lips.
That was very strange.
Why didn’t Fu Xuezhou kiss him?
Every time this guy got into bed, he liked to kiss Lou Yan, whether Lou Yan resisted or felt annoyed, there was no way to stop Fu Xuezhou. Fu Xuezhou would always firmly hold the back of Lou Yan’s head, lower his head to bite Lou Yan’s lips, and suck on Lou Yan’s tongue.
Many times, Fu Xuezhou would have a candy in his mouth and share the hint of sweetness with Lou Yan.
But this time, Fu Xuezhou almost kissed every part of Lou Yan’s body without kissing Lou Yan.
Their lips never touched, what was Fu Xuezhou’s intention?
Lou Yan gritted his teeth tightly, suddenly feeling somewhat inexplicably angry, with a hint of imperceptible grievance in his anger.
“Are you that not willing to look at me?”
But Fu Xuezhou seemed to misunderstand Lou Yan’s change in expression. He suddenly exerted force, almost pushing Lou Yan’s entire body forward onto the pillow, his voice low and suppressed: “Do you hate me this much?”
Lou Yan grunted again, sounding like an admission to that statement.
Fu Xuezhou’s movements slowed down gradually.
The scent of alcohol pervaded, making Lou Yan feel as if he had been soaked in alcohol. In this sinking, chaotic smell, the creaking of the bed gradually disappeared, replaced by silence once again.
Lou Yan belatedly tried to open his eyes, only to find a few drops of moisture falling onto his face from above.
Finally, Fu Xuezhou pinched Lou Yan’s chin and, with tears streaming down his face, gently kissed Lou Yan’s lips.
“How could you do this to me…”
“Lou Yan.”
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