PTBLSI chapter 48

 

The living room was a bit messy from the commotion between Qi Xi and the others. Fu Yanchuan was half-kneeling on the sofa with both hands on Qi Xi’s waist, facing his hazy, drunken eyes. After a long while, he finally spoke.

“What do you want to do?”

“Hehe, what do you think?”

Qi Xi looked like he wasn’t thinking at all. He moved his hand the way Fu Yanchuan usually touched him, lightly brushing it across Fu Yanchuan’s lips and face before sliding it down to his Adam’s apple and kneading it back and forth. With a strange look in his eyes, he said, “Brother Yan, your Adam’s apple is so big.”

Fu Yanchuan immediately pulled his hand away and lifted Qi Xi up against his chest. Even in such close proximity, Qi Xi innocently asked, “Brother Yan, where are you taking me?”

Fu Yanchuan carried him back to his room and put him on the bed. Then, he knelt in front of Qi Xi and undid all the buttons on his shirt. Only after leaning down and bracing himself above Qi Xi did he say, “Xi Xi, don’t be afraid. Don’t you like my abs?”

Qi Xi’s gaze unconsciously drifted over. Suddenly, Fu Yanchuan pulled up his hand and pressed it there, asking again, “Do you want to kiss it?”

Qi Xi thought about the question and suddenly laughed. He slid both hands into the hem of Fu Yanchuan’s shirt, hugged him, propped himself up, and rubbed his face against Fu Yanchuan’s, feeling extremely comfortable. Then, he lightly pecked his lips there. When he found that he couldn’t taste anything, he subconsciously rolled his tongue over it and even brought out his teeth to lightly scrape it. There was a flavor he couldn’t describe. Unable to figure it out, he repeated the action.

Fu Yanchuan trembled slightly. He was torturing himself completely. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stood there watching Qi Xi.

This idiot was like a dog tasting a piece of ham, trying to find the best part—biting here and there until he bit below his navel. He hooked his fingertips into the waistband of Fu Yanchuan’s pants and tugged them down a little. Then, he lifted his face and asked seriously, “Brother Yan, there’s hair here.”

Fu Yanchuan could no longer restrain himself. He pulled him up, pressed him down, and silenced his mischievous mouth with a deep, punishing kiss. Then, drawing out a silver thread, he asked, “Xixi, were you scared today?”

Qi Xi’s head was already dizzy from the kiss, and it got even dizzier. He looked at Fu Yanchuan stupidly and asked, “Scared of what?”

Fu Yanchuan grabbed his hand and pressed it over. Startled by the heat, Qi Xi tried to pull back, but Fu Yanchuan held his hand firmly in place. It was a sensation he had never experienced before. His drunken mind couldn’t process it for a moment. He squeezed it and asked, “Brother Yan, did you hide a roasted sweet potato here?”

Fu Yanchuan froze. He didn’t deny that he had deliberately let Qi Xi drink a bit, but he never thought he’d get drunk enough to call him a roasted sweet potato. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. Qi Xi asked again with innocent eyes, “Why is the sweet potato still growing? Isn’t it already roasted? Let me see!”

Qi Xi pushed him, wanting to look. Fu Yanchuan leaned over and said, “Don’t look.”

“Do you not want to give me any to eat?”

Qi Xi was extremely dissatisfied. Looking into Qi Xi’s clear, pure eyes, Fu Yanchuan had a moment where he wanted to feed it to him directly, but he was afraid of scaring him again. Even if he was drunk, he might remember when he sobered up. If it left some kind of shadow, he didn’t know if he would be more heartbroken for Qi Xi or for himself.

He took a deep breath of cold air, kissed the corner of Qi Xi’s lips, and gently sucked to comfort him. As he did so, he coaxed, “Your mouth should kiss me. The roasted sweet potato will warm your hands, okay?”

Qi Xi tilted his head and thought for a moment before nodding. “Mm, hurry and give it to me!”

Fu Yanchuan breathed heavily. His heaving chest pressed against Qi Xi’s. After a while, he finally moved his hand between them.

Qi Xi’s palm was finally burned by the heat. His dizzy mind suddenly cleared a bit. He realized there was no roasted sweet potato, but Fu Yanchuan didn’t give him time to think. Without warning, he invaded Qi Xi’s mouth deeply again. He pulled up Qi Xi’s sweater and pressed himself close. Qi Xi trembled from the friction.

Fu Yanchuan pulled out slightly and said, “Xi Xi, hold tighter with your hand.”

Qi Xi glanced away aggrievedly and answered, “But it’s hot—”

“Don’t be afraid, okay? Just this once.”

Fu Yanchuan coaxed Qi Xi to cover his hand with his own. Then, he leaned in again and took over Qi Xi’s mouth.

Qi Xi’s head was spinning. It was like Little Red Riding Hood falling into the big bad wolf’s trap, letting Fu Yanchuan take control. He didn’t know how long it had been. His hand was already sore when Fu Yanchuan suddenly pressed it to the top. Qi Xi looked at him in shock, his eyes reddening, and he almost started to hyperventilate again.

Fu Yanchuan immediately covered his mouth and nose, pressing his forehead against Qi Xi’s. “It’s okay. Don’t be nervous. Look at me.”

Qi Xi didn’t know if it was because of what he was holding below or because Fu Yanchuan was somehow different. He felt as if Fu Yanchuan’s gaze had affected him in some way, leaving his palm a complete mess. He wanted to wipe it away, but Fu Yanchuan guided his hand and smeared the mess onto himself.

Qi Xi’s face instantly turned redder. “Brother Yan, what are you doing?”

Fu Yanchuan released his hand from his mouth and nose. “Be good. If you’re nervous, then kiss me.”

Thinking of what it was, Qi Xi lifted his chin and kissed Fu Yanchuan.

In the end, they were both a mess. Fu Yanchuan held him for a long time before saying, “Go take a shower. Can you do it by yourself?”

Qi Xi nodded. Fu Yanchuan didn’t move aside. After quite a while, he finally remembered to push him away. Qi Xi ran into the bathroom.

He didn’t know when his drunkenness had faded. He shook off the clothes half-hanging on his body and stood under the shower. When he lowered his head to take a look, he immediately squatted down and covered his face. His mind replayed what had just happened, and his face felt scorching hot.

Fu Yanchuan quickly showered in the outer bathroom, changed clothes, and waited for Qi Xi in the room. Qi Xi didn’t come out for a long time. Worried that something had happened, he went over and asked, “Xi Xi?”

Qi Xi didn’t answer, but the sound of water stopped. After a while, Qi Xi opened the door and emerged, tightly wrapped in his bathrobe. Glancing slightly to the side, he said, “I’m going back to my room to sleep.”

Fu Yanchuan watched Qi Xi walk past him. Suddenly, he stopped him, pulled him back into his chest, and looked down at his shockingly red face. He asked, “Are you angry?”

Qi Xi blinked, and tears immediately welled up in his eyes. Without speaking, he hurriedly buried his face in Fu Yanchuan’s chest. Fu Yanchuan patted his back tenderly and coaxed him. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I’m a bad person. Don’t leave me, okay?”

“Mm.” Qi Xi replied in a nasal tone, his arms tightly wrapped around Fu Yanchuan’s waist. “My hands are so sore. Why did you take so long? I won’t be able to draw tomorrow!”

Fu Yanchuan froze for a moment. He took Qi Xi’s hand and brought it up in front of him. He stared at his palm, thinking about how he had almost lost control earlier. He lowered his head, gently kissed the palm, and asked Qi Xi, “Can I help you knead it?”

Qi Xi turned his head away, his face redder than before, and softly hummed in agreement. Fu Yanchuan kneaded his hand and asked again, “Can you sleep here tonight?”

Qi Xi didn’t answer. Fu Yanchuan simply lifted him up and put him on the bed. He lay down beside Qi Xi, pulled the blanket over them, and hugged him while continuing to knead his hand. After hesitating for a moment, Qi Xi turned toward Fu Yanchuan and looked at his face, which was as perfect as a manga protagonist’s. He said, “Next time, can you not take that long?”

Fu Yanchuan didn’t expect Qi Xi to bring up “next time” on his own. He wrapped Qi Xi’s hand in his palm, leaned in, and laughed softly. “Next time, use my hand, okay?”

Qi Xi looked at him, confused. Fu Yanchuan moved closer and brushed his lips against Qi Xi’s. “Don’t think about it. Go to sleep.”

“Mm, good night.”

“Good night.”

Fu Yanchuan pulled Qi Xi tightly into his arms, turned off the light, and fell asleep contentedly.

When Qi Xi woke up, he couldn’t tell where he was at first. Feeling Fu Yanchuan’s embrace, he subconsciously snuggled closer. Fu Yanchuan lowered his head and asked, “Awake?”

“Brother Yan, morning.”

After saying good morning, Fu Yanchuan stared at him without moving. Confused, Qi Xi asked, “What’s wrong?”

Fu Yanchuan was afraid that, after sleeping, Qi Xi would remember everything and start avoiding him again. He touched Qi Xi’s forehead and asked, “Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

The red wine wasn’t that strong. Qi Xi had slept very well and had already forgotten that he had been drinking the night before. Thinking Fu Yanchuan was asking about his hand, he suddenly stuck it out from under the blanket, brought it to his nose, and sniffed it seriously. “That smells pretty bad. I’ve never smelled it before.”

Fu Yanchuan’s expression froze. He had clearly been asking if Qi Xi felt unwell from drinking, yet suddenly, he himself was disliked. Qi Xi pressed his hand against Fu Yanchuan’s nose and laughed. “Smell it.”

Fu Yanchuan didn’t move. Smugly, Qi Xi pulled his hand back, leaned over, and kissed him. “I was lying to you. I washed everything clean.”

“You remember everything?”

Qi Xi blushed, turned his eyes away, pushed Fu Yanchuan aside, and bounced out from under the blanket. Standing on the bed, he said, “What time is it already? The sun’s shining on your butt! You’re still not getting up, you lazy bug!”

Fu Yanchuan had skipped his morning run again, sleeping with the real lazy bug. He lifted his eyes to look at Qi Xi and smiled. “Come here. Let me hold you.”

Qi Xi immediately lay back down, but outside the blanket. Fu Yanchuan wrapped him in the blanket and held him like a cotton doll. After staring at him for a while, he suddenly said, “Good morning, Xi Xi.”

“It’s not morning anymore, little lazy Yan.”

“Yes, yes. Is the little lazy bug hungry?”

Qi Xi squirmed under the blanket for a long time before finally pulling his hand out to gently rub Fu Yanchuan’s face. “Are you hungry, little Yan? Hurry and come eat breakfast with Brother Xi Xi.”

Fu Yanchuan thought that Qi Xi was mischievous and loved to show off. Give him a little praise, and he’d get proud. He pressed over and asked, “Who’s the brother?”

“Xi Xi is the brother!”

Fu Yanchuan took his hand and pressed his thumb into Qi Xi’s palm. “Say it again.”

“Xi Xi is the brother! Little Yan bullies me. I’m going to tell Auntie.”

“How did I bully you?”

After thinking hard for a long time, Qi Xi blurted out, “You bullied my hand!”

As he spoke, he crawled out of the blanket roll. He didn’t know when Fu Yanchuan had changed him into his pajamas. After finally climbing out, his elastic-waist pajama pants were left inside the blanket.

Fu Yanchuan lifted his eyes and immediately saw a pair of long legs. Realizing his pajama pants were gone, Qi Xi came back to fish around in the blanket. In one motion, Fu Yanchuan pressed him down underneath him, his palm touching the exposed skin. Qi Xi instantly behaved.

Fu Yanchuan breathed roughly for a moment, then suddenly let go. He helped Qi Xi put his pajama pants back on and said, “Go change clothes.”

“Mm.” Qi Xi answered softly and carefully moved out from under Fu Yanchuan. Only then did he notice that Fu Yanchuan had morning energy.

After Qi Xi left the room, Fu Yanchuan took a deep breath and went into the bathroom.

The aftermath from last night had already been cleaned up. They didn’t go anywhere all day—either they stuck together on the sofa or Fu Yanchuan sat at his desk watching Qi Xi draw.

Before they knew it, evening had come. Qi Zhounan called Qi Xi to say he was going home because he was worried their mom might be alone and do something rash.

Qi Xi didn’t say much, but after hanging up, he suddenly thought of his mother. Fu Yanchuan came over and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Qi Xi burrowed into Fu Yanchuan’s arms and said, “Brother Yan, I’m the only one without a mom.”

Fu Yanchuan remembered the times when Qi Xi had fallen asleep in his arms, calling for his mom. He pulled Qi Xi closer and said, “You have me.”

“You’re not my mom.”

“Then what am I?”

Qi Xi lifted his head and looked at him for a long time before saying, “You’re my Brother Yan.”

“And what else?”

“One of my best friends.”

The word “one of” made Fu Yanchuan frown. He held Qi Xi’s neck and asked again, “Nothing else?”

Qi Xi also thought that he was the stand-in that Fu Yanchuan had found, but he didn’t want to say it. He lifted his head to kiss Fu Yanchuan, and the words slipped out before he could stop them.

“You’re the person I like.”

 

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