The ultimate teasing of a fishing beauty

Xia Yang didn't give her too much time to be stunned. She quickly introduced Fu Xiuyan clearly, "This is your idol, Mr. Fu. He is my cousin!"

When Xia Yang said the last two words, he deliberately slowed down his speech.

Now not only the aunt was stunned, but also Fu Xiuyan.

The dish that Fu Xiuyan picked up for Xia Yang also stopped in mid-air, then he turned around and put the shrimp dumplings into his own plate.

Xia Yang didn't notice his movements and was just looking at his expression.

Sure enough, it was the same as yesterday when I mentioned that he was about the same age as his cousin.

The face stinks.

Xia Yang's lips curved into a smile, which grew wider and wider when she saw Fu Xiuyan's gloomy face.

Fu Xiuyan looked at the young man in front of him, his slightly cunning smile like sunlight shining on glass, reflecting crystal clear colors, casting a ripple in his stagnant heart...

Forget it, why should I get angry with him? Fu Xiuyan sighed. He picked up the crystal shrimp dumplings again, but this time he didn't put them on Xia Yang's plate. Instead, he handed them directly to his mouth.

"Yes. I am Xia Xia's...brother, brother." Fu Xiuyan smiled at his aunt very politely.

Xia Yang's mouth was stuffed with shrimp dumplings and he couldn't speak. He could only snort to express his dissatisfaction.

The auntie looked at them and became even happier. She worked as a maid at Xia Yang's grandmother's house, and her cooking was more to Xia Yang's liking. Grandma was worried about Xia Yang living alone, so she asked her to come over at a fixed time every day to cook for her.

So Auntie naturally knew that Fu Xiuyan was not Xia Yang's cousin.

After finishing the work, the aunt specifically instructed us to wait for her to come over and collect the dishes, and then she left.

Xia Yang looked at Fu Xiuyan mischievously: "Just sign your name and they'll let you in?"

"Oops, I've been caught." Although he said this, Fu Xiuyan didn't show any embarrassment at being exposed. "I originally wanted to leave you with the impression that I was very powerful. I didn't expect to be exposed so quickly."

Then she sighed again, as if she had been frustrated for the first time: "Auntie is very responsible. I used my beauty and autograph but couldn't get her to let me in."

Fu Xiuyan looked very elegant and pleasing to the eyes when drinking porridge, and Xia Yang liked watching him very much.

Xia Yang felt that it was not easy for her aunt to reject someone with such looks.

"Well, I will remember to tell grandma to give aunt a raise."

"Yeah." Fu Xiuyan replied softly. Gently stirring the porridge in his mouth, he asked, "What are your plans for today?"

"Me? Yes." Xia Yang stared straight into Fu Xiuyan's eyes and caught a moment of loss in his eyes.

"Oh." Fu Xiuyan felt that this aunt's cooking skills were not that good.

"Aren't you going to ask me what my plans are?"

Fu Xiuyan put the bowl aside and looked back at Xia Yang: "So, what are Xia Xia's plans for today?"

"My plan is... to wait for your plan. Aren't you going to make an appointment with me today?" Xia Yang raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Xiuyan.

Fu Xiuyan chuckled and said in a low voice: "Appointment. Take our Xia Xia out for something nice to eat."

"Still eating? I just ate." Xia Yang touched his bloated stomach. He ate a bit too much today, all because of Fu Xiuyan who kept picking up food for him!

"You eat too little." Fu Xiuyan looked at Xia Yang's protruding collarbone. Sunlight streamed in through the French windows, shining right on Xia Yang, making him look as if he were glowing. His skin was almost transparent.

"Why don't you dress properly again?" Fu Xiuyan said suddenly.

Xia Yang didn't understand why his focus suddenly changed, but it suited him perfectly.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Xia Yang's eyes were full of sincerity.

"Clothes..." Honestly, there was nothing wrong with the clothes. Even the sleeves were long, revealing only the wrists. Although the collar was two buttons open, it was not excessive. Only when Xia Yang moved would his collarbone occasionally show through.

However, Fu Xiuyan always felt that Xia Yang was too sexy.

"Clothes are fine. The weather is getting colder now, so you should wear more clothes to avoid catching a cold."

"Oh." Xia Yang stood up and left the restaurant. Fu Xiuyan saw him heading towards the living room, smiled and shook his head, and began to clean up the dishes.

After cleaning up the kitchen, I went to look for Xia Yang. There was no one in the living room until my eyes fell on the sofa and I noticed the inconspicuous bulge.

Xia Yang was lying on the sofa with a book in his hand.

Too thin, this was Fu Xiuyan’s first thought. Lying on the sofa, he was almost invisible.

"Tell your aunt that you don't have to come to cook today. I'll take you out in the afternoon." Fu Xiuyan said as they walked.

But Xia Yang didn't say anything.

When Fu Xiuyan got closer, he realized that the person had fallen asleep.

It’s a good habit to sleep after eating.

Fu Xiuyan gently pulled the book out of Xia Yang's hand. It was a thick book. It looked like Xia Yang's professional book. He flipped through it briefly. It was full of professional terms and was very obscure.

Fu Xiuyan sat next to Xia Yang and looked at him carefully, he couldn't get enough of looking at him.

After a while, I realized that Xia Yang was already wearing a coat, and it was my own.

The person in front of me seems to be able to touch my heart no matter where he is.

When Xia Yang woke up, Fu Xiuyan was sitting next to him, his slender fingers flying across the keyboard, like a fairy dancing.

Xia Yang looked at her with fascination. It turned out to be the person he liked. Even her fingers looked like works of art.

Xia Yang just quietly enjoyed the beautiful scenery before him.

Just watching it, it feels a bit different...

Want to touch...

I want the most direct contact between skin and skin, without any obstruction.

Once this thought came to mind, it became increasingly difficult to suppress. The more I suppressed it, the more restless I became.

Xia Yang felt as if he was being scratched by a cat and turned over in annoyance.

Fu Xiuyan felt a light touch on his back, probably Xia Yang's knee.

"Awake?" Fu Xiuyan turned to look at Xia Yang, meeting his still slightly sleepy eyes.

"Hmm..." Xia Yang responded lazily, yawned, and had a nasal sound.

Xia Yang moved his legs again and made a soft "hiss..." sound.

"what happened?"

Xia Yang frowned slightly: "My legs are numb."

Fu Xiuyan didn't say anything. He naturally reached out and gently pinched Xia Yang's calf to relax his muscles.

Although there were pants and a thin blanket between them, this touch still made Xia Yang feel a tingling sensation like an electric current, which quickly spread from his calves to his limbs.

He couldn't help but curl up his legs and didn't notice Fu Xiuyan clicking the mouse.

Fu Xiuyan glanced at him and said, "Be good, don't move. Let me give you a massage. Relax a little, it will be fine in a moment."

Xia Yang really didn't move.

Fu Xiuyan had a triumphant smile on his face as he turned his attention back to the computer. He suddenly said, "My hands aren't working well for typing right now, so I'll start the voice chat now. Next person."