Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 13

Xue Yu had never heard such outrageous words in his life. He tried to hold back, but couldn’t help saying, “If you don’t want this phone to fall on your face, you’d better stop talking.”

Fu Yang still didn't give up. He kept saying things like, "This is not a good thing" and "Even though there is heating, you will still catch a cold if you wear such short clothes." But when he saw Xue Yu's eyes were moist and he was about to get angry, he shut up.

He really couldn't bear to see Xue Yu looking so pitiful.

Seeing that he was silent and angry, Xue Yu pulled his hand away again, took a breath and accused: "Why are you still holding on to me?"

This was the second time someone grabbed his hands and held them tightly on the sofa.

"It's red," Fu Yang lowered his eyes, and his hand slid to Xue Yu's wrist, "My fault, I'll rub it for you."

Xue Yu stared at him blankly as he rubbed his hands with fuss.

The man held the bamboo shoot-white wrist in his hand as if it were a treasure, controlling his strength as he rubbed it. He had heard many people say that he was very strong, so he was afraid of hurting Xue Yu, so he used the gentlest strength he had ever used.

It was just too gentle, and Xue Yu felt that he was not massaging his hands, but tickling him.

After being speechless for a moment, Xue Yu hung up the video with his free hand, raised his small face which was still red, and said, "It doesn't hurt. My body is like this. If anyone touches it, it will leave red marks. Don't rub it."

Fu Yang lowered his eyes and said nothing, the corners of his thin lips drooped slightly, and he asked suddenly: "You are weak, is it born that way?"

Xue Yu didn't expect him to ask this. He was stunned for a moment, not even noticing that his hands were getting more and more unruly. He licked his lips and said, "It's natural. I've been weak since I was born... Why are you talking so much today?"

Fu Yang's Adam's apple rolled back involuntarily, and he didn't bother to answer for a moment.

His hands had already reached above Xue Yu's elbow joints. There was more flesh here, but not much, and there was not much muscle. It was as soft as boiled tofu.

How can a person be so weak?

A dimple would form when pinched, and his soft, milky white arms made his muscular arms, which were the result of years of exercise, look even harder. His fingers were also white and slender.

Now someone is holding a knife to his neck, forcing him to be a hard laborer and he is willing to be rubbed by Pei Xueyu for the rest of his life.

Afraid that Xue Yu would notice, Fu Yang's hands did not dare to move upwards. He only dared to stop at his elbow and rub gently. He brushed his itchy back teeth and asked, "Then eat something to replenish your body? How about the water meat slices tomorrow?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Xue Yu's slightly frowned brows relaxed.

Xie Qingyun had been in the hospital these days, and he originally thought that he would have to order takeout every day to survive. But who would have thought that Fu Yang would cook for him himself, saying that he had made too much and would give him one portion. In fact, he deliberately made an extra portion for Xue Yu.

Xue Yu ate it with tears in his eyes, thinking that he was worthy of being the protagonist in the book, truly a person of truth, goodness and beauty.

He is so abominable, but he still cook for him.