The ultimate teasing of a fishing beauty

"That's indeed presumptuous of me. How about we leave your phone number? Next time I visit, I can ask in advance if Professor Xia's doorbell has been repaired."

Xia Yang looked at Fu Xiuyan's face. His smile was sincere, without any hint of teasing. Even his eyes looked at her affectionately.

Just as netizens said, Fu Xiuyan’s eyes are so affectionate that he can even look at a dog!

Xia Yang didn't say yes or no. His attention shifted to the perfume in his hand.

He never used this kind of stuff. The incense and essential oils his parents had made at home were enough.

However, this did not prevent him from knowing that this brand was endorsed by Fu Xiuyan. Because whenever he went out, his endorsement posters were everywhere, and he couldn't ignore them even if he wanted to.

I think it was a gift from the brand, so it’s not a sincere gift.

Fu Xiuyan had been watching his reaction. Seeing that he looked listless, he asked, "Don't you like it? Last time I smelled your nice scent, I thought you would like this."

After hearing what he said, Xia Yang opened the lid and sprayed it into the air. It felt a little familiar.

It smells very similar to the essential oils he uses every day.

It smells like rosemary and a touch of cedar. It also has a chilly, snowy air, like Fu Xiuyan's temperament. It brings a sense of cool tranquility.

The frustration of not being able to grasp inspiration was immediately soothed.

Xia Yang sprayed himself twice more and smiled: "It's good."

Fu Xiuyan was dazzled by his lazy, clean and brilliant smile.

"Also, Mr. Fu, don't be so formal. Just call me Xia Yang. Or..." Xia Yang's eyes turned slightly: "You can also call me Ayang. My cousin calls me that. You should be about the same age as my cousin."

Fu Xiuyan was secretly feeling elated because he could call her by a familiar name, but the last sentence brought him to the bottom.

"Cousin..." Fu Xiuyan squeezed out these two words from between his teeth, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and the look in his eyes was dark and unclear.

Xia Yang's smile grew wider: "Yes."

Fu Xiuyan's mouth curved into an arc, seemingly elegant, yet revealing a hint of playfulness: "Very good."

Before Xia Yang had time to think about it, he realized that what he said was good and what was good about it.

Then I heard Fu Xiuyan continue: "Then I will call you Xia Xia."

Xia Yang half-closed his eyes, his gaze filled with inquiry. He then yawned slowly and stood up slowly: "Whatever you want. As long as Mr. Fu is happy."

Fu Xiuyan looked at where Xia Yang was going. Her fair and tender feet stepped on the floor without any sound. She walked lightly like a cat, and her posture was very beautiful.

After a while, Xia Yang brought over two cups of coffee and pushed one of them in front of Fu Xiuyan: "I'm sorry for not being hospitable. I made Mr. Fu sit there for so long."

Fu Xiuyan glanced at the cup in front of him, said nothing, picked it up and took a sip.

Xia Yang sat cross-legged again on the sofa, placing a pillow on his lap. He took a sip of his coffee and frowned deeply. Then he put the coffee back on the table.

After a few seconds, he stretched out his slender index finger and pushed the cup of coffee further away...

The meaning of disdain is self-evident.

"What's wrong with this coffee?"

Xia Yang glanced at the cup of coffee he had just despised with a complaining look, and said mercilessly: "It tastes terrible."

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Fu Xiuyan had already brought the coffee to his lips, not knowing whether to continue drinking it.

"We've run out of freshly ground coffee at home, so I can only make do with instant coffee. Auntie forgot to grind coffee powder for me today." Xia Yang bent her legs and hugged herself.

Fu Xiuyan seemed to hear some grievance in his tone, and his tone unconsciously softened a lot: "Let her grind now? How about it?"

Xia Yang said listlessly: "Auntie is not here. She leaves after cooking every day. I don't like having outsiders at home."

"Drinking coffee so late, won't you be unable to sleep at night?"

"No." Xia Yang sounded dejected, like a child who didn't get any candy.

He was curled up in the sofa, a small ball, looking extremely pitiful. The look on his face made people want to press him into their arms and gently coax him.

Fu Xiuyan sighed resignedly, stood up and unbuttoned his shirt cuffs: "Where's the coffee machine?"

The moment the words came out of his mouth, Xia Yang's eyes lit up.

He got down from the sofa and was about to take Fu Xiuyan over.

"Wait." Fu Xiuyan gently grabbed his wrist, but his eyes scanned the living room and finally stopped at the entrance.

"Sit back and wait for me." After saying that, he walked to the entrance and took back the slippers that Xia Yang had thrown there in a mess. Xia Yang looked at the man's broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs from behind, and a trace of irritation rose in her heart. She couldn't help but touch the wrist that he had just held.

Fu Xiuyan placed the slippers neatly in front of him and said, "Put them on."

Xia Yang didn't move or say anything. Fu Xiuyan was puzzled and looked up to say something, but he looked straight into a pair of eyes.

He boasted that he had met many people and had lived a richer life, but he was still at a loss when faced with the bluntness in Xia Yang's eyes.

This kid really doesn't hide anything.

Her desire for him was truly naked. Fu Xiuyan was used to all sorts of disguises, calculations, and conspiracies, but he was completely shattered by this most genuine and direct look.

When Fu Xiuyan sent him back that day, he noticed Xia Yang's strong interest in him.

That’s right, it’s interest, not liking.

Xia Yang's eyes can easily plug holes. Although his behavior seems to show that he has no feelings for Fu Xiuyan, that look can't deceive Fu Xiuyan.

However, Fu Xiuyan wanted more than just Xia Yang's interest in him. Fearing that he would scare the little fox away, he pretended not to understand and proceeded step by step.

But this kid, couldn't he hide it? He didn't know how much longer he could maintain his composure under such a gaze.

"You put it on for me."

Xia Yang's voice brought Fu Xiuyan back to his senses.

Xia Yang did it on purpose. He was testing Fu Xiuyan's tolerance for him.

However, after he finished speaking, Fu Xiuyan decisively picked up the slippers, which he had not expected. There was no frown, no hesitation, no awkwardness of having unreasonable requests made by someone you had just met, nothing at all.

It's like two lovers who have been in love for a long time making the most basic request.

Just as Xia Fuxiuyan's hand was about to grasp his ankle, Xia Yang suddenly retracted his foot, took the slippers from Fuxiuyan's hand and threw them on the ground. Before Fuxiuyan could react, he had already put on his shoes.

Fu Xiuyan grasped a handful of air and looked at the slender, white ankles in front of him, feeling lost for a long time.

Just a little bit...

Xia Yang walked away as if nothing had happened: "Didn't you say you would grind coffee beans for me?"