The ultimate teasing of a fishing beauty

Turned and walked towards the TV.

Then he kissed the enlarged face of Fu Xiuyan on TV.

He turned around and looked at Fu Xiuyan sitting on the sofa with a provocative smile.

Fu Xiuyan frowned, it was really killing him.

He strode forward, carried the man back and threw him onto the sofa.

Ever since Xia Yang started coming over frequently, Fu Xiuyan replaced all the sofas in the house with large and soft ones, including the one in the audio-visual room.

"I'm here, and you're kissing the TV? You're done, Xia Xiaoyang!"

"Oh? Why is Mr. Fu jealous of himself?"

Xia Yang was pressed down on the sofa by Fu Xiuyan. She looked up at him with a sideways glance, a hint of amusement in her eyes, and her posture was lazy and seductive.

Fu Xiuyan laughed. This little guy was truly vindictive. He wouldn't tolerate any loss, and would seek revenge right then and there.

However, he was happy to indulge her.

Fu Xiuyan tucked a strand of Xia Yang's hair behind her ear and said, "What's there to kiss about a cold electronic screen? It's completely devoid of warmth. Be careful not to freeze my precious child."

Xia Yang was so pathetic that she trembled so much when he called her "big baby" in such a cheesy way that she got goose bumps all over her body.

Fu Xiuyan likes to call him Xia Xia.

Only when they were in bed would she call him a bunch of random names without any taboos. Boss Ye would coax him into calling her names. Every time, Xia Yang would bite her lip and keep silent. It was too embarrassing, and she really couldn't open her mouth.

He really couldn't understand why Fu Xiuyan, who usually looked like a serious nobleman, was even more unruly than him in bed.

"Look, poor little thing, you're shivering." Fu Xiuyan's fingers caressed Xia Yang's earlobe lightly.

Xia Yang shuddered again at the tingling sensation.

Fu Xiuyan smiled with satisfaction.

He leaned over and kissed Xia Yang on the lips: "Are you warm?"

"warm."

"Who is more kissable, me or it?"

"you."

Very well behaved, Fu Xiuyan was slightly satisfied.

"Will you kiss him again in the future?"

Xia Yang stared at the red lips that were very close to him. The feeling of being so close but unable to touch them was even more unbearable. He had roughly figured out Fu Xiuyan's temper. Usually, Fu Xiuyan would spoil him no matter what he did.

But in bed, showing weakness is what works for him. Otherwise, it will only lead to a worse "bullying".

"I was wrong. From now on I will only kiss you on the mouth."

"who am I?"

"Fu Xiuyan."

He clicked his lips: "Change it."

"Mr. Fu..."

Lips and tongues touched: "Be good, change another one..."

Xia Yang was puzzled.

"Listen...how did you call me on the show?" Fu Xiuyan forced the kiss to end.

Xia Yang turned his head to look at the TV.

Fu Xiuyan's song had ended. As the arranger of the piece, he wanted to be the first to comment on his performance.

The screen shows his silhouette.

"Teacher Fu's performance was wonderful. In fact, when arranging the music, Teacher Fu also provided some very good ideas. So this song is not my personal work, but a joint work between Teacher Fu and me. As for how well this song was performed, I believe everyone can see for themselves."

"Xia Xia, baby." Fu Xiuyan drew Xia Yang's attention back.

"Call again."

Xia Yang was slightly embarrassed. At a time like this... calling him by that name would make things feel awkward and disconnected.

Fu Xiuyan leaned close to his ear and blew gently: "Be good and listen."

Xia Yang closed his eyes: "Fu...Teacher."

Fu Xiuyan succeeded and gently kissed Xia Yang's trembling eyelashes: "Good boy..."

Xia Yang no longer had the time to watch what was playing on TV next.

Only the faint sound of his and Fu Xiuyan's voices could be heard. They were both polite and distant, with some business flattery.

It's like we are strangers who met for the first time and appreciate each other.

But in reality they are so close.

Under this inexplicable external interference, Xia Yang's senses became more and more sensitive.

Fu Xiuyan was surprised as if he had discovered a new world.

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When Xia Yang finally regained consciousness, the show had already ended without him noticing.

Fu Xiuyan carried him to wash up.

It was rare for Fu Xiuyan to clean himself, he was very obedient. Xia Yang thought that it was because he had been tossed around too hard just now, so he felt guilty.

After washing up, Fu Xiuyan carried Xia Yang to the audio-visual room again.

"The show's over, what are you still doing here? Want to watch the replay?" But he couldn't bear to look directly at the "Teacher Fu" he repeatedly called during the show...

Fu Xiuyan took a disc from the shelf and said, "It's still early, let's watch a movie."

"A movie. That's fine." Xia Yang became excited.

Fu Xiuyan has a lot of discs here, including many classic dramas, and of course all of his own works.

"What movie are you showing? I want to see yours."

Fu Xiuyan chuckled when he heard this, and looked at him with his dark eyes: "It's mine."

"Which one?"

"There's yours."

"With me?"

Fu Xiuyan didn't need to answer, as three large characters written in a flamboyant style appeared on the big screen: "Mountains and Rivers Sorrow."

Xia Yang watched it once himself and was deeply shocked. When he was composing the music, he only read the script of the main plot and was deeply shocked. He composed the music and lyrics in one go.

But that is far less shocking than the visual impact on the big screen.

He was happy to watch it again with Fu Xiuyan.

The opening theme song had already begun playing. Xia Yang lifted the blanket covering her and patted the spot next to her: "Come here quickly, it's about to start."

Sad news came from the battlefield: the general on the front line was killed. Our dynasty is losing ground!

But there were no generals available in the court, and all the civil and military officials were extremely sad.

Breaking the deathly silence was a young man in plain clothes who slowly and firmly walked into the hall and knelt down to ask for a fight.

The emperor and all the civil and military officials in the court looked reluctant.

This is the only remaining son of the Lu family, and he is only sixteen years old.

The bad news that just came was that it was his brother who died in the battle.

The Lu family is full of loyal and brave men who have defended their country over the years, and countless of them have died in battle. Even the women have sacrificed their lives for their country.

I thought this war could be resolved quickly, but I didn't expect it to drag on for three years.

During these three years, his father, brother and sister-in-law were all buried at the border.

Now he is left with only his young niece and elderly grandmother. He is the only male in the family.

The emperor did not allow it.

Young Master Lu knelt for a long time and could not get up. His only words echoed throughout the hall: "I have no country and no home."

But the young master's long kneeling did not elicit any compromise from the emperor.

He must not allow his loyal ministers and good generals to be without descendants.