Chapter 157 Oh my god, Ting!

Chapter 157 Oh my god, Ting!

Looking into Fu Xiaoting's deep, captivating eyes, Yun Yang's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

do what?

do what!

The pose, the atmosphere, and Xiaoting's looks...

Something really should be done...

Seeing her dazed expression and silence for a long time, Fu Xiaoting's lust faded somewhat.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her small, pert nose with his fingertips.

"I was just kidding, you're not going to take it seriously, are you, sister?"

He had barely finished speaking.

Yun Yang suddenly straightened up, flipped over, and straddled him.

His movements were swift and decisive, carrying a sense of resolute determination.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, pressing his strong back against the cold brass headboard.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

Looking down at the handsome man with a bewildered expression.

"are you sure?"

"If you want, I can."

[Xiaoting isn't young, she should enjoy it a lot.]

It's a pity I don't have much experience, but that's okay, I should get the hang of it after a few more tries.

Besides, once we get back, finding a top-tier handsome guy like Xiaoting would cost a fortune.

The expression on Fu Xiaoting's face became extremely interesting the moment he heard her thoughts.

He was stunned at first, and then his handsome face turned bright red at a visible speed.

The red color spread from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears, as if it could drip blood.

But then, as she thought to herself, "It's not cheap," the blush on his face gradually faded.

The eyes that had just been burning with desire gradually cooled and went out.

Finally, only a bottomless expanse of ink remained.

Yun Yang reached out and gently patted his cheek, as if teasing a cat.

Why aren't you saying anything?

"To do it or not to do it? Give me a straight answer."

Fu Xiaoting remained silent for a long time, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"do you like me?"

"In what capacity should I do this with you?"

His voice was soft, yet it struck Yun Yang's heart like a heavy hammer.

Looking into his extremely serious eyes, Yun Yang's smile froze: "Um, I was just joking with you..."

He's so arrogant, he wants a legitimate title too!

She instinctively tried to escape, and with a quick movement, she tried to get off him.

This is insane! This is insane!

I should have just pushed him away and run away instead of spouting nonsense!

However, the moment she moved her waist, she was firmly grabbed by an iron arm.

Fu Xiaoting looked up at her, his eyes filled with a hint of hurt and stubbornness.

"Then let me ask you another question: Will you miss me after you go back?"

He paused, his voice carrying a hint of pleading and warning.

"Don't lie."

"I can hear your heart."

He didn't expect Yun Yang to like him the way he liked her.

As long as Yunyang has a place for him in her heart, that's enough.

Yun Yang's mind instantly became a mess, countless thoughts flashed through her mind, and in the end, only a blank remained.

"Won't."

She answered truthfully.

The air was deathly silent.

Fu Xiaoting's hand around her waist tightened slightly.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"But I will miss you."

I'm going crazy thinking about you.

Yun Yang's heart was pierced by those words.

Looking into Fu Xiaoting's eyes, which were filled with possessiveness and pain, she suddenly realized that running away was not the solution at all.

Dragging this out will only cause both of them more pain.

A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and said with an almost cold rationality:

"Hamburg has a medicine."

"It can cause a person to lose almost a year's worth of memories."

"When he gives it to me, I'll share a bottle with you."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The pain, obsession, possessiveness... all the intense emotions on Fu Xiaoting's face seemed to have been paused.

He just stared at her blankly, as if trying to process every word she said.

It took several seconds before he seemed to find his voice again.

"So, you still care about me, right?"

"If you don't like me at all, why are you trying to forget me?"

She pushed away Fu Xiaoting's arms that were holding her, got off him, stood by the bed, and created a safe distance between them.

"It's not just about forgetting you."

She forced herself to meet his gaze and spoke, word by word.

"It's about forgetting everything here."

"I will forget this world, this experience, all the people, and all the things."

After saying that, she dared not look him in the eye again.

He turned to leave.

"Don't forget to ask the system for money!" Fu Xiaoting shouted, his cheeks puffed out in anger.

Yun Yang looked back and saw that the other person had already covered their face with a blanket.

[Bad temper.]

【Stinky Xiaoting.】

...

Back in the room.

Yunyang lay in bed, her mind a jumbled mess.

I'm already trying really hard not to like Xiaoting.

But I can't do it.

He was like a stubborn vine, and without her realizing it, he had already entwined her heart.

But she couldn't stay in this godforsaken place for Xiaoting's sake.

Because what she cherishes most is herself.

She shouldn't give up her original life for anyone else.

At first, I couldn't sleep because I was thinking about Xiaoting.

When she finally managed to suppress all those chaotic emotions and wanted to go to sleep, she found the whole world eerily quiet.

Apart from her own heartbeat and breathing, nothing could be heard.

In the darkness, it seemed as if something was watching her.

She tossed and turned like this until a sliver of light shone through the window, and finally, exhausted, she drifted off to sleep.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she was awakened by a strong feeling of hunger.

The sunlight outside the window was already quite dazzling.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it.

12 noon!

Yun Yang sat up abruptly in bed.

Xiaoting!

Xiaoting is still handcuffed to the bed!

Lately, his biological clock has become as accurate as a crowing rooster; he usually gets up at four o'clock!

Yun Yang grabbed a coat and draped it over her pajamas before rushing out of the room.

The corridor was empty; there wasn't a single person in sight.

Time, however, continues to pass normally.

When they rushed into Fu Xiaoting's room.

He was sitting on the bed.

His face was so dark it looked like it could drip water, and he didn't say a word.

Yun Yang assumed he was just starving.

He frantically rummaged through his pocket for his keys.

"I'm so sorry! I overslept!"

With a click.

She unlocked the handcuffs.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you!"

Fu Xiaoting seemed not to hear her words.

He stretched his wrists, which had been handcuffed for half the night, his face still dark, and without saying a word, he lifted the covers and got out of bed.

Then, he went straight into the restroom.

Bang.

The bathroom door was closed.

Yunyang was left alone, standing awkwardly by the bed.

It's not because I'm hungry.

It's because I've been holding it in.

Yun Yang silently complained to herself.

She didn't leave; she just stood there waiting for Fu Xiaoting.

She really didn't dare to be alone.

The deserted Owl Garden is truly a bit frightening.

While waiting, her mild obsessive-compulsive disorder and germaphobia kicked in again.

Looking at Fu Xiaoting's messy bed, she habitually walked over to tidy it up for him.

After folding the quilt, I accidentally discovered what appeared to be a dark watermark on the silk pillow.

That looks so familiar...

The pillow she used?

Yun Yang curiously reached out her hand, about to touch it, but then quickly pulled it back.

An extremely outrageous idea popped into my head.

Could it be...?

Did he make it himself by hand?

[Oh my god, I'm so thirsty!]

Yun Yang was lost in her fantasies.

Sudden!

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind without warning.

She lowered her head, and what came into view was Fu Xiaoting's large, well-defined hand.

On his wrist, there was a faint purplish-red mark from the handcuffs.

Before she could react...

A warm chin rested gently on her shoulder.

His voice was hoarse from a hangover, and laced with undisguised mockery.

"Did you hear that, Li Yuan?"

"I cried all night for a woman with such a heart of stone."

"What a waste of my tears."