Ch52 - Sharing a Bed

Fool, you have to be happy

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Perhaps Su Zening’s eyes were too sad and angry.

Fu Xiao raised his head, he stopped flipping through the documents, and looked at the teenager’s blue eyes. For some reason, he couldn’t help but think of how Little Sugar Cake was pleading with him when he confiscated Little Sugar Cake’s small dried fish.

 

 

He was silent for a moment and said: “Then before tomorrow afternoon.”

Su Zening breathed a sigh of relief. 

The chill in the late autumn night came. Su Zening shuddered, and couldn’t help hugging himself tightly.

 

Fu Xiao didn’t even tell him anything when he just brought himself out.

The victim was unprepared for it.

Fortunately, he and Fu Xiao were separated into two rooms.

 

He’ll just closed the door and turned back into a cat.

Otherwise, he really didn’t know what to do.

Fu Xiao sat on the sofa and saw Su Zening wearing only a thin white shirt and said: “Where’s your coat?” Probably remembering his drool-stained coat, there was  some disgust in Fu Xiao’s eyes.

 

Su Zening obviously thought about it too. He thought for a while, then he frowned and thought for a long time before hesitatingly saying: “It seems to be in the car.” His tone was very uncertain. 

Fu Xiao:  …

He waved his hand and said: “Forget it, anyway, I prepared your clothes here, put them in your room, and remember to try them on later.”

Su Zening didn’t go anywhere either, but the car wasn’t here anymore, the driver has driven the car home. Since the car was driven home, the butler would tell the servant to put it away and wash it when they saw it. When the time comes, he will just ask the butler and return it to Su Zening.

Someone was usually in charge of this villa’s daily maintenance. This time he brought Su Zening, and naturally he also prepared Su Zening’s clothes in advance. 

At night, the two rooms are separated by a wall.

Su Zening was lying on the soft bed, tossing and turning, but couldn’t sleep.

On the large bed, he slept on one side with a fluffy pillow, then he turned his head to the side and looked to the other side.

But it was empty there. 

He sighed, and sat up irritably. He hugged the pillow, resting his chin on the pillow, he then lay back down again, and the feeling of fullness in his arms was slightly better.

But there is no temperature, ah.

 

There is no Fu Xiao’s warm body temperature.

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In a daze, Su Zening turned back into a cat. A snow-white long-haired cat pressed on the pillow, and tossed and turned 180 degrees on the bed, rolling from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and finally fell to the floor with a bang. 

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It was Fu Xiao’s room.

What’s up with him?

Su Zening was no longer sleepy at all, and with a flash of light, he immediately turned into a human. He randomly wrapped himself with clothes and rushed to the next room. He knocked on the door and called out anxiously: “Fu Xiao?” 

There was no sound from the door.

Su Zening immediately opened the door.

It was pitch black inside the door, and the light was turned on with a snap. Fu Xiao sat on the edge of the bed with one hand supporting his head. Beside him, the floor lamp fell to the ground. He should have accidentally tripped over the floor lamp when he got up at night.

Su Zening hurriedly went up, he crouched beside the bed, and looked at Fu Xiao. He carefully looked at him from top to bottom, until he confirmed that Fu Xiao was not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief. 

Fu Xiao propped his forehead, his lips were a little chapped.

Su Zening understood at a glance that he must be suffering from recurring illness again. He stretched out his hand and touched Fu Xiao’s forehead, and then touched himself. When he found that the temperature was about the same, he breathed a sigh of relief: “I’ll go call the doctor.”

When he was done, he got up and went over the phone.

Then a warm hand grabbed his fingers. 

Su Zening lowered his head and looked at Fu Xiao puzzled.

Fu Xiao raised his dark eyes to look at Su Zening: “Just take some medicine.” His eyes fell on the finger that the teenager had just brushed his forehead, and the slightly cool touch still seemed to linger in that place.

 

He has never liked to trouble others, and he knows his body well.

Su Zening was a little hesitant, but seeing Fu Xiao’s eyes firm and unquestionable, he sighed heavily and said with anger and annoyance: “Okay, okay, I won’t call. Anyway, that body is not mine.” 

Fu Xiao always doesn’t take his body seriously.

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He turned his head and threw away Fu Xiao’s hand, then he bent down and prepared to lift up the floor lamp.

The floor lamp is modeled after the style of the Republic of China, with metal rods around it, and the wire next to it just goes around the foot of the Western-style embossed bed at the bottom of the bed for some reason, and circled it several times.

The teenager lowered his head sulking. Fu Xiao could only look at the teenager’s soft black hair, and his blue eyes occasionally when he looked up. 

Fu Xiao thought of Little Sugar Cake that was left at home again. Little Sugar Cake must have exploded with anger. He didn’t go home today, and he didn’t know if it was asleep now or if it was obedient.

He raised his hand unconsciously, wanting to rub the teenager’s black hair in a daze.

The teenager raised his head at this time, his fingers skimmed the corner of the teenager’s lips just right.

It is smooth and warm to the touch. 

With the delicate and soft uniqueness of young people.

The two looked at each other.

Fu Xiao’s eyes were extremely dark, as dark as the deepest night, and there seemed to be a bottomless vortex in them, attracting all of Su Zening’s thoughts into it.

His mind was blank, and the tips of his ears turned red. He lowered his head in a panic and lowered his head to look at his hands with ball of wire and the foot of the bed. He couldn’t help thinking about what Fu Xiao was going to do and why he had to touch his mouth. 

Did he do it intentionally? Or was it unintentional?

The feeling of Fu Xiao’s fingernails scratching his mouth is still there, with a slight pain, but also with a special meaning that he is still a bit clueless.

Su Zening’s thoughts flew for a while, he broke the jar again and thought, didn’t he just accidentally touch it. He is not a girl. 

Besides, it’s not like he and Fu Xiao haven’t kissed before!

They also licked and licked, touched and touched, and rubbed and rubbed!

 

Why did he have to avoid Fu Xiao’s sight?

Su Zening, who wanted to understand this, raised his eyes in a bluff and looked at Fu Xiao, but Fu Xiao also looked away, Su Zening felt a little sour in his heart, and didn’t quite understand why. 

Su Zening watched the wires tangled deeper and deeper between his hands and the foot of the bed, he lost his patience, and tugged angrily——

“I——” Fu Xiao moved his lips, trying to say something.

But the next second, there was a bang.

Su Zening looked at the wires pulled out from his hands and one foot of the bed, and then stared blankly at the collapsed bed with only three legs left. 

Su Zening: …

Fu Xiao:  …

Fu Xiao’s eyes fell on Su Zening’s hands.

Su Zening threw the wire away as if being shocked by electricity, and explained desperately: “I didn’t use any force, I just tug at it.” 

With a snap.

The foot of the bed, as thick as an adult’s wrist, was ripped off with a “casual tug” and fell to the floor. It rolled on the ground twice, and then stopped in front of Fu Xiao, as if to accuse Su Zening of his baseless accusations.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Then. 

Fu Xiao was lying on Su Zening’s bed, and Su Zening was standing beside the bed holding the pillow, feeling hesitant.

It was late at night, and it was obviously not practical to find someone to repair it. Although there were many rooms in the villa, most of them had not made their bedding. The two people squeezed together for a night, and this is undoubtedly the best choice.

Looking at the man who was already sleeping on the other side, Su Zening didn’t know why he was a little uncomfortable.

The man who had already taken the medicine, was already somewhat drowsy under the effect of the medicine. 

Su Zening cheered himself up and went up.

Isn’t it just sharing a bed?

 

What’s wrong with it, they sleep together every day anyway.

Su Zening lifted the quilt, and lay on the right side, honestly occupying a corner on the right. 

Fu Xiao stretched out his left hand, and most of his body bypassed Su Zening. The man’s hot breath came, and his strong muscle lines were looming in his pajamas. The tight abdominal muscles under the slightly lifted pajama brought the pressure that Su Zening had never felt before. Su Zening couldn’t help leaning back against the bedpost, and whispered: “What are you doing, ah?”

“Turning off the lights.” Fu Xiao turned off the lamp, and the room fell into darkness again.

In the tranquility of the night, Su Zening seemed to hear his own heartbeat.

The bright moonlight spreads out quietly like a beautiful dream. 

Su Zening tilted his head and looked at Fu Xiao’s sleeping face.

In his sleep, Fu Xiao’s brows were still furrowed, as if he had an unresolved sorrow.

Su Zening stretched out his hand and brushed Fu Xiao’s eyebrows, as if to flatten Fu Xiao’s eyebrows. He looked at Fu Xiao’s sleeping face, and said after a while: “Fool, you have to be happy, ah.”

After that, he also fell into a dream. 

This dream is particularly sweet. In the dream, Fu Xiao discovered Little Sugar Cake’s good intentions, and he was grateful to Little Sugar Cake for saving him in fire and water many times. He was so grateful to Little Sugar Cake that he prepared a never-ending supply of small dried fish for Little Sugar Cake. He ate all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas everyday, and he no longer needed to walk. No matter where he goes, someone will hold him.

Fu Xiao opened his eyes, then stretched out his hand and touched his eyebrows. He looked at the teenager with an indistinct expression. The teenager felt nothing, and seemed to be immersed in a sweet dream, and whispered in his mouth: “Fu Xiao, he he.”

The next day, Fu Xiao, who had slept very well in the morning, woke up.

The teenager beside him slept soundly. 

He looked around, and there seemed to be something reflecting the sun on the bed. He stretched out his hand and looked, under the sun——

It was a snow-white fur.

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