Chapter 50.1- Extra 1
The night before his first visit to Fu Yu’s home, Xiao Yi was so nervous that he couldn’t sleep, and he showed up the next day with dark circles under his eyes.
Fu Yu opened the door, dressed in casual and loose home attire, looking different from his school uniform shirt. Xiao Yi couldn’t help but gaze at the fair skin revealed at his neckline.
Once inside the house, Xiao Yi politely greeted Fu Yu’s parents, presented a carefully prepared exquisite gift, and quickly won the praise of the elderly couple. They complimented him for being well-behaved and courteous, but they had to leave soon due to their busy schedules.
As soon as the door closed, Xiao Yi revealed his true nature. He casually flopped down on the sofa, leaning on Fu Yu’s side with his legs stretched out.
“Behaved? Courteous?” Fu Yu echoed, imitating his parents’ tone.
Xiao Yi reached out and pinched Fu Yu’s soft face, raising an eyebrow in a threatening manner. “Dare to make fun of me? Get me something to eat; I didn’t have breakfast, and I’m starving.”
Fu Yu was in the middle of eating a bowl of oatmeal, and he replied, “There’s more in the kitchen. Serve yourself.”
“I want to eat from your bowl,” Xiao Yi said stubbornly. He grabbed Fu Yu’s hand holding the spoon and forcefully took a bite.
Fu Yu, observing the spoon that Xiao Yi had just used, really wanted to grab a new spoon, but he knew Xiao Yi would complain if he did. After much hesitation, he reluctantly compromised. However, this time, instead of eating from the spoon, he brought it to his lips and used his tongue to catch the oatmeal sliding down.
Xiao Yi watched the tantalizing sight of Fu Yu’s soft pink tongue briefly touching the spoon. His throat involuntarily tightened.
Damn, how could this guy make eating oatmeal look so enticing!
For lunch, they ordered a large pizza and took it to Fu Yu’s bedroom. They played games that Xiao Yi had brought and ate pizza simultaneously.
Although Fu Yu played well, he wasn’t particularly interested in the game. He was just there to accompany Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi, in fact, wasn’t that interested in the game either; he just wanted an excuse to be in Fu Yu’s room.
He picked up a piece of pizza, took a bite, and was about to grab the controller again when Fu Yu caught his hand.
“It’s greasy,” Fu Yu frowned in disgust and handed Xiao Yi a napkin to clean his hand before letting him touch the controller.
Xiao Yi pretended to be nonchalant but was actually suppressing his emotions as he bit into a slice of pizza.
After the game was over, and the pizza was consumed, Xiao Yi, who typically got sleepy after eating, didn’t feel like dozing off with Fu Yu by his side. He got up and strolled around the room. Fu Yu’s bedroom was as cool and orderly as he was. Everything was neatly arranged and spotless. There was even a large bookshelf. Who puts a bookshelf in a bedroom?
“Aren’t you going to sleep with books as your pillow at night?” Xiao Yi teased.
Fu Yu walked over and said, “No, but sometimes I fall asleep while reading.”
Xiao Yi scoffed, “That means the books you read are boring.” He randomly picked up a book, which turned out to be either literature or professional textbooks. “There’s nothing interesting to read.”
After thinking for a moment, Fu Yu said, “I find this one quite interesting.” He reached for the top shelf of the bookcase, stretching his arm and revealing his flexible waist as he grabbed the book.
Xiao Yi stood behind him and suddenly wrapped his arms around Fu Yu’s waist, lifting him up.
Fu Yu turned back, confused. Xiao Yi didn’t look at him but cleared his throat and said, “You can’t reach it. Here, pass it to me; it’s too heavy.”
“I can reach it,” Fu Yu said. He pulled out the book and, even though Xiao Yi had put him down, he was still holding the book in his hand. He murmured, “Thank you.”
“What’s this book about?” Xiao Yi asked casually.
Fu Yu flipped through the pages, explaining the content to him in detail. He was so focused that he didn’t notice Xiao Yi’s arm was still loosely around his waist, almost hugging him.
“…That’s the gist of it. It’s quite interesting, isn’t it?” Fu Yu finished explaining, then looked up. He saw Xiao Yi’s dark and alluring eyes fixed on him, filled with indescribable emotions, like they were trying to draw him in. This left Fu Yu momentarily stunned.
“Um, it sounds interesting. Let me borrow it,” Xiao Yi said, smiling and patting the spot next to him. “Come sit here.”
!
Fu Yu waved away the strange thoughts in his mind and picked up a book to sit down.
Xiao Yi leaned over to take a look and saw that it was all in English. Although his grades were not great, it didn’t mean he was unintelligent; he just didn’t like studying. Moreover, as a young master born with a silver spoon, he received elite education from a young age. When it came to English, he was definitely one of the top in his age group.
Seeing that it was a collection of love poems, he teased, “You’re still reading love poems? Can you understand them?”
“It’s precisely because I don’t understand that I want to read them,” Fu Yu said with a spirit of inquiry.
“You, of course, wouldn’t understand because you’ve never liked anyone.”
“Have you?” Fu Yu asked in return.
Xiao Yi hesitated for a moment and whispered, “Yes.”
He was currently in love.
Fu Yu nodded thoughtfully and didn’t press further.
Xiao Yi had no mood to read the book. He wasn’t the type who liked quiet moments, but he cherished this peaceful time now. He wished time could slow down, slow down even more, and ideally last forever.
He occasionally stole glances at Fu Yu, who went from being focused to gradually looking tired.
Finally, Fu Yu put the book down and said, “I’m going to take a nap.” He turned on his side and lay down on the carpet, seemingly defenseless, sound asleep. Xiao Yi’s heart raced uncontrollably.
He watched for about ten minutes, maybe twenty, making sure that Fu Yu was truly asleep before carefully approaching.
Fu Yu’s sleeping expression appeared gentler and softer than usual, with long eyelashes and slightly parted lips revealing the tender red tongue inside.
Xiao Yi suddenly felt his mouth go dry.
He had realized his feelings for Fu Yu weren’t something that had just developed overnight. He often took advantage of various opportunities to flirt and tease, but Fu Yu, slow to catch on in this area, had never suspected anything. However, Xiao Yi didn’t dare to take any further steps.
But now, he really wanted to do something “further.”
The inner demons and angels in his mind argued. One urged him to do what he wanted, while the other said it was too despicable.
Just as he was torn between these conflicting thoughts, Fu Yu turned slightly, facing upwards, lifting his shirt a bit, exposing his navel.
It was as if a hedgehog had spread its belly.
Xiao Yi was overwhelmed by the cuteness, swallowing hard several times. In the end, the demon inside him won.
Well, he was never a saint to begin with.
Once he made up his mind, he used his forearm to support his body and approached the peacefully sleeping Fu Yu. He held his breath, extended his hand, and gently traced his thumb back and forth across those soft lips.
So soft, what would they taste like?
His heart pounded like a drum, and he slowly leaned down.
Ten centimeters, five centimeters, three centimeters, one centimeter—
Until he felt the warm touch on his lips.
They kissed.
The realization that they were kissing made Xiao Yi feel somewhat perverted, yet he was so excited that his heart ached.
At first, he dared not move further and only intended to touch gently. But as he pressed closer, the desire to kiss the other person grew stronger.
Once you’ve kissed, what’s the difference between one kiss, two, or three? He found a reason to continue.
So he pressed down a bit more, and their lips met completely.
He used his lips to graze Fu Yu’s slightly cool lip, from the upper lip to the lower lip and then to the corner of his mouth. Fu Yu’s lips were not at all as cold as they appeared, surprisingly soft, without any taste, yet Xiao Yi found them incredibly sweet.
Fu Yu slept deeply, showing no response to his unusual actions. This emboldened Xiao Yi further, and the hand that had been placed to the side found its way to the waist of the person underneath.
He had embraced that flexible waist many times, taking advantage of various opportunities, but he had never explored it so intimately.
First, he made sure his hands weren’t cold, then he intentionally or unintentionally rubbed against Fu Yu’s loose home outfit. His hands touched the smooth skin underneath.
The sensation was simply too good. Xiao Yi swore silently in his heart.
Fu Yu’s body, which he’d often touched, was well-toned due to his years of practicing martial arts. There were no bulging muscles, but it felt incredibly smooth, soft, and resilient, making Xiao Yi reluctant to let go.
The fact that Fu Yu didn’t wake up with all these touches only encouraged Xiao Yi’s actions.
The wonderful sensations on his lips and hands heightened his sinful thoughts. Xiao Yi was itching all over, and when he lost control, he stuck out his tongue and couldn’t help but lick those soft lips, gently sucking on them, making them moist and rosy. His hand gradually moved up Fu Yu’s waist, exposing a significant part of his chest.
He was about to lose his mind to the overwhelming desire, and in a moment of carelessness, he bit Fu Yu’s lips, not too lightly.
“Ugh…” Fu Yu murmured in his sleep, his brows slightly furrowing.
Although the sound was very faint, Xiao Yi felt as if he had been struck on the head. His rationality returned instantly, and he quickly moved back, creating distance between them.
Fu Yu didn’t wake up, but he couldn’t afford to indulge any longer.
Xiao Yi gazed at the peaceful expression of the person he cared so deeply about, sighed with a wry smile, and silently vowed that the next time he kissed him, it would be when both of them were awake.