0p0 Chapter 161 It’s up to you to pick it up
Chapter 161 It’s up to you to pick it up
Xia Yang couldn't remember when the initiative shifted to Fu Xiuyan. He only knew that by the time he could think, Fu Xiuyan had carried him back to the bedroom, and his clothes were long gone.
Fu Xiuyan was still dressed neatly, even his buttons were buttoned.
"Where are my clothes?"
Fu Xiuyan pretended to be innocent: "I don't know, it wasn't me who did it."
"Why is yours still there?"
Fu Xiuyan continued to play tricks seriously: "Maybe Xia Xia was only concerned with taking off herself and didn't pay attention to me."
Xia Yang curled his lips: "A beast in human clothing."
Then Fu Xiuyan pinched him and said, "Who are you talking about?"
Xia Yang cried out in pain in an exaggerated manner: "You are domestic violence against me!"
Fu Xiuyan pinched him gently again: "Who was the first to call her husband a beast in human clothing?"
Xia Yang was embarrassed and ashamed when he pinched her: "Whose husband are you? I don't recognize you."
Fu Xiuyan took out two red books and waved them in front of Xia Yang: "The marriage certificate is here, you can't deny it."
"Give it to me." Xia Yang reached out to grab it, but missed.
"It's useless for you to keep it. Your husband will keep it for you." After saying that, she put it in the bedside table and locked it.
"One of them is mine."
Fu Xiuyan held the person in his arms and echoed, "Yes, yes, yes. They're all yours."
"Give it to me then."
"I am yours, and my things are of course yours. If I keep them, you will keep them too. There is no difference. Be good and do something serious." Fu Xiuyan hugged Xia Yang and carefully put him on the bed.
"What business?" Xia Yang pretended not to understand and asked him deliberately.
"Today is our wedding night. Xia Yang, what do you think we should do?" Fu Xiuyan played with a strand of hair by Xia Yang's ear.
Xia Yang's eyes changed, and she looked at Fu Xiuyan seductively: "Sure. But don't move. I'll do it."
Fu Xiuyan curled his lips: "Xia Xia, are you so interested today?"
"Stop talking nonsense and lie down!" Xia Yang turned over and pressed Fu Xiuyan under him. Their positions were reversed, and Xia Yang sat astride Fu Xiuyan.
Xia Yang's sudden rise startled Fu Xiuyan. Worried about hurting him, he followed his movements and lay down on the bed. His right hand firmly held Xia Yang's waist, and his left hand protected the back of his head, fearing that he might accidentally fall and get bumped. He didn't let go of his hand protecting his head until Xia Yang was sitting firmly, and then he looked at Xia Yang and smiled.
Xia Yang's heart trembled under his blatant gaze, her fingertips turning pink. She almost backed off. But just as she was about to flee, she caught sight of the challenge in Fu Xiuyan's eyes. Young Master Xia, the man who gets whatever he wants, never knew how to write "lose." Instantly, she felt an immense surge of courage.
With his eyes moving, Xia Yang became the charming man again, just like when Fu Xiuyan first saw him in the bar.
Xia Yang's index finger slowly slid down from behind Fu Xiuyan's ear, passed his chin, and landed on his Adam's apple, which was rolling up and down. Fu Xiuyan waited for Xia Yang's finger to move further. But he didn't move.
Then he saw Xia Yang giving him a sly smirk, and then he felt warm and soft skin gently rubbing against his Adam's apple, neither too close nor too far away...
It was Xia Yang's fingertips. He knew every part of Xia Yang's body very well. Although he couldn't see it now, he could fully imagine what it looked like?
Xia Yang's fingers were slender and fair, appearing even more radiant and smooth under the warm orange bedside lamp. There wasn't a single callus on his fingers, and every inch of his skin was delicate and smooth. His fingertips were now slightly pink, soft and smooth to the touch...
Fu Xiuyan spoke with great difficulty: "Xia Xia...wife..."
Xia Yang put his other index finger in front of his mouth: "Shh..." Fu Xiuyan seemed to have been acupunctured and could no longer make any sound.
It was not until Xia Yang noticed that the changes in Fu Xiuyan's body were too obvious that she reluctantly let go of his Adam's apple.
The moment his fingertips moved downward, Fu Xiuyan breathed a sigh of relief. Xia Yang looked at Fu Xiuyan, who was in a state of panic, and smiled secretly.
Xia Yang's fingertips continued to slide down, slowly wandering over Fu Xiuyan's body through his clothes, as if he was taking a leisurely walk. Fu Xiuyan also relaxed his mind, watching Xia Yang as if he was indulging a child's play. His hand kept rubbing Xia Yang's back.
Xia Yang curled her lips and smiled slightly. The first kiss landed on Fu Xiuyan's earlobe, and then one kiss after another followed the path her fingertips had just slid across, repeating the same path.
As the kiss slid across Xia Yang's jaw, Fu Xiuyan thought of the difficult time just now. He was both excited and nervous about the next kiss. His hands that were wandering on Xia Yang's body stopped.
As he expected, Xia Yang's scorching kiss finally landed on his Adam's apple. Fu Xiuyan began to wait for the sweeter torture that would follow.
But Xia Yang didn't dwell on that, her kisses sliding down to his collarbone, then his chest... all through his clothes. Without the warmth of skin-to-skin contact, Fu Xiuyan now felt that his clothes were truly an eyesore.
"Wife..." Fu Xiuyan suppressed his lust and kneaded Xia Yang's waist, motioning him to unbutton his shirt. Xia Yang pretended not to understand. She suppressed the heat in her body and continued to kiss the neatly dressed Fu Xiuyan.
Fu Xiuyan couldn't bear it any longer and put Xia Yang's hand on his clothes: "Help me."
Xia Yang curled her lips and counterattacked: "Help is mutual. You didn't even take off mine, so why should I take off yours? Mr. Fu should just fend for himself."
"Waiting for me here?" Fu Xiuyan laughed, "You really don't want to suffer any loss at all."
Xia Yang held his head high: "This young master will eat anything, but he won't suffer any loss."
"Really?" Fu Xiuyan looked at him meaningfully. While Xia Yang wasn't paying attention, he quickly and deftly unbuttoned his shirt. By the time Xia Yang realized it, the buttons on his shirt were already halfway open. Xia Yang jumped off the bed and ran away.
Before he could even run three meters, Fu Xiuyan caught him and threw him back onto the bed. The remaining buttons on his shirt were torn off by their owner. Xia Yang's actions made Fu Xiuyan lose his patience.
"Have you had enough fun? Is it my turn now?"
Xia Yang knew she couldn't escape, so she acted very cute: "Wow! My man is so handsome! He has a great body too!"
Fu Xiuyan didn't buy it: "Call me husband."
Xia Yang immediately changed her eyes to stars: "Hubby, I want to kiss you~"
"I really owe you." The second half of the sentence was lost in the intertwined French kiss between the two.
He wanted to punish this careless kid who was setting fire everywhere. Let him know the serious consequences of running away after provoking him. But Xia Yang deliberately softened his voice and called out "husband".
He threw away his armor and weapons, and his army was completely routed.
"Are you ready? I'm going to start."
"No need to prepare, we are now legal. You can pick whatever you want."