Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

21-2

Fu Yang immediately walked to the table, lifted the plastic lid, scooped up a plump and smooth wonton, let it cool for a while, and then put it to Xue Yu's mouth.

Xue Yu put his hand on Fu Yang's strong arm, leaned over with his pretty little face, and bit the wonton in this position. His rosy lips were slightly open, and the soft tip of his tongue was faintly visible.

Fu Yang's throat slid down again in a cowardly manner.

He fed him a few pills in the same way, and Xue Yu said he was full. He threw back the quilt and went back to bed to take a nap.

Fu Yang didn't dare to ask Xue Yu whether he would go back or not. He just wanted to see this person. Before leaving, he handed the company over to someone he trusted. Only when he was really unsure of a decision would he send a message to ask for his opinion.

He stayed by Xue Yu's side the whole time, following him wherever he went, like an annoying fly that couldn't be driven away.

Fu Yang thought that even if the Jade Emperor came to chase him away, he would not leave.

Because Xue Yu has been extremely well-behaved these past few days. As long as he isn't overly affectionate, he won't push him away, and sometimes he'll even raise his head to respond.

He would open his mouth obediently if his waist was pinched, and would nestle softly in his arms when he was too lazy to move. He would do anything for him when he coaxed him into doing anything. Fu Yang simply loved Xue Yu like this.

How could there be such a person in the world, who could make his heart beat fast and he became addicted to the pleasure just by his mere movement? If he were more proactive, he would definitely die in Xue Yu's hands.

...

Xue Yu seldom went out these past two days. He was pestered by Fu Yang and didn't get enough sleep.

He had just recovered some energy today and put on his clothes to go out for a walk. However, Fu Yang was like a formidable enemy, following behind him in a long coat, looking as if he was ready to go to war with someone.

Xue Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him. He buried his chin, which was a little red from being rubbed, into his collar and walked out of the resort listlessly.

As soon as the door opened, the smell of mint leaves filled his face. Before Xue Yu raised his eyes, he heard a wronged voice: "I thought you were gone."

Fu Yang and Xue Yu raised their heads at the same time.

Bai Ji, who was standing at the resort entrance, was wearing trendy branded clothes, had a row of bone studs in his earlobes, and wore limited edition sneakers. When he came in, he didn't look at anyone else, but stared straight at Xue Yu.

Xue Yu was overwhelmed and replied perfunctorily: "I didn't leave."

Bai Ji opened his thin lips slightly and wanted to say something, but he keenly noticed that someone was looking at him. He raised his eyelids and met Fu Yang's gaze.

Bai Ji was almost 1.9 meters tall, and he seldom saw anyone taller than him when he went out on the street. However, the man in front of him was obviously much taller than him, and his skin was a healthy dark color, which made Xue Yu, who was standing a little in front of him, look even whiter.

Even the swollen, dark red lips were made more obvious.

His lips were swollen and bulging, and it was obvious that someone had sucked them countless times.

Bai Ji's usual bright smile faded, and he looked even more aggrieved: "You told me you don't have a partner."

Xue Yu's head became even bigger, and he licked his swollen lips and said speechlessly: "...He is not."