Spoiled - Chapter 32

Author’s Note: My dear Yangyang, only good things. No hardship (not really). Didn’t expect this, did you!

It was three o’clock in the morning, yet Fang Baijing’s heart was beating with a strange quickness, as if it wanted to leap out of his chest. His ears were slightly red. He muffled his mouth with the quilt and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

“Then be even better to me.” Fang Baijing whispered, “Don’t have people watch me like a criminal every day, and you can’t try to lock me up.” Fang Baijing’s voice grew quieter toward the end. “And could you please not interfere with my scripts? Don’t change the intimate scenes without my consent. Some intimate scenes are crucial plot points, and changing them prevents a lot of emotion from being expressed.”

Seeing that Fu Feng didn’t speak, Fang Baijing tentatively reached out and tugged at his lapel. He hesitated, then pursed his lips and, for the first time, asked in a coaxing tone, “Please? Is that okay?”

It wasn’t that Fang Baijing didn’t know how to charm; he had actually been good at acting cute since childhood, but he was just slightly unaccustomed to doing it in front of Fu Feng. However, his natural voice was a gentle, youthful tenor, and when softened and slowed, it sounded very compliant.

Fu Feng instinctively reached out and touched Fang Baijing’s lips—soft. He asked in a low voice, “What do you mean?”

“…” Fang Baijing only stayed soft for a moment before flying into a rage out of humiliation. “Haven’t you understood what I mean? You’re doing this on purpose now, aren’t you!” He suddenly sat up, straddling Fu Feng. Fang Baijing reached out and grabbed Fu Feng’s collar, bent down, and fiercely kissed Fu Feng on the mouth. “I mean this! Do you understand or not!”

A bewildered expression rarely appeared on Fu Feng’s face, as he felt it made him look foolish, but now, a flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes. He seemed to understand, yet also didn’t.

Fu Feng reached out and captured Fang Baijing’s hand in his palm. It was then he realized Fang Baijing’s palm was covered in a thin layer of sweat, whether from nervousness or another reason. He gave a firm tug, and Fang Baijing, who had been about to pull away, lost his balance and fell heavily onto Fu Feng’s body. Fu Feng’s hand pressed against the back of Fang Baijing’s head, making him rest his chin gently on his shoulder and neck.

Fang Baijing started struggling again, like a cat fluffing its fur. But it was different from before, because Fu Feng noticed Fang Baijing’s earlobes were completely red. This time, it seemed to be purely from embarrassment.

Fu Feng had always thought Fang Baijing’s personality was very much like a cat. He could proactively seek affection—rubbing his head against someone or licking them with his tiny tongue—all were ways he charmed. But others couldn’t touch the kitten without permission; even the closest owner might be scratched or bitten.

“Fang Baijing.” Fu Feng’s hand circled the back of Fang Baijing’s neck, gently kneading it in circles as he asked, “Do you like me even a little bit?”

The previously aggressive Fang Baijing instantly froze. He quieted down. The simple word felt incredibly difficult for Fang Baijing to utter. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, his face flushing, then paling, then flushing again. Only his earlobes remained red. Fang Baijing’s ears were more honest than he was.

Probably aware of his traitorous ears, Fang Baijing reached up to cover them, feeling the burning heat of his own earlobes. He lowered his head and stammered out the words: “A… A little bit… maybe.”

As soon as Fang Baijing finished speaking, he felt a dizzying change in position. When he came to his senses again, his head was pressed against the pillow. He and Fu Feng had swapped places.

Fang Baijing instinctively kicked out, but his legs were firmly trapped by Fu Feng. A scorching kiss assaulted him. Unconsciously, Fang Baijing’s top slipped off the bed. Marks were imprinted all over his body, covering the love bites that hadn’t faded from last night. Fang Baijing’s breathing sounded like muffled sobs.

Fang Baijing’s hands gripped Fu Feng’s hair. When he couldn’t bear it, he couldn’t help but scratch backward. His breathing grew heavier and heavier. Only when Fu Feng’s cold fingers gradually moved down did Fang Baijing wake up as if struck by a lightning bolt.

Tears had subtly formed in front of his eyes. Fang Baijing abruptly grabbed Fu Feng’s arm. He had very little strength, and his arm was trembling slightly, but he held onto Fu Feng.

The next words were difficult for Fang Baijing to say. He finally squeezed them out through gritted teeth: “Fu Feng… I’m still hurting.”

Fu Feng stopped. His breathing was several times heavier than Fang Baijing’s.

After what felt like an eternity, it slowly calmed down. He silently got out of bed, picked up Fang Baijing’s fallen clothes, and redressed him.

Fu Feng tucked Fang Baijing into the blanket and finally embraced him. His voice was hoarse, like it was mixed with gravel, as he softly coaxed, “Go to sleep.”

The next day, Fang Baijing felt tangible changes in Fu Feng’s behavior.

First, the GPS tracking system on his phone was gone. Later, the bodyguards who had constantly watched him also disappeared. He felt much more relaxed. Fang Baijing even felt a little regretful; if he had known Fu Feng was so agreeable, he would have done this sooner.

The night at the inn, Fu Feng had been too rough on him, and Fang Baijing was naturally spoiled and couldn’t endure such hardship at all. However, since he had no work these few days, Fang Baijing simply stayed home to rest.

Another significant difference was that Fang Baijing’s fear of Fu Feng was completely gone. He was now perfectly comfortable bossing Fu Feng around. If Fu Feng could do it, Fang Baijing wouldn’t lift a finger. Lying in bed, getting the tissue from the nightstand only required sitting up, but Fang Baijing refused.

He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of a peasant turning over and singing their song, lazily dragging out the sound as he called out, “Fu Feng—”

Fu Feng, who was in the adjacent study, came over when he heard him and asked, “What is it?”

Fang Baijing ordered him haughtily, “Get me the tissue.”

Fu Feng didn’t say anything, walked over, and handed the tissue to Fang Baijing. He saw the script in Fang Baijing’s hand and asked thoughtfully, “Getting ready to film?”

“Mm.” Fang Baijing was reading the script very seriously. “I should go for the audition the day after tomorrow.”

Fu Feng paused and hummed.

Fang Baijing didn’t pay attention to Fu Feng’s seemingly normal reaction. He rolled around on the bed and happily continued reading his script. He read intensely for two hours. His eyes began to ache, so Fang Baijing put down the script and rubbed his eyes. During this time, he heard the door open. He heard footsteps approaching. Fang Baijing didn’t think much of it, until Fu Feng embraced him from behind.

Fang Baijing was startled and opened his eyes. He saw not only Fu Feng but also the blue and white school uniform in Fu Feng’s hand.

Fu Feng held the school uniform next to Fang Baijing’s ear. His arm reached across Fang Baijing’s chest, crossing his shoulder, holding Fang Baijing firmly.

Fu Feng asked in a low voice, “Is it okay if you wear this?”