Chapter 135: Because I Cannot Refuse You, Because I Am in Love with You

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Zhou Yili drank it all in one go, expressionless.
He didn’t want to drink the milk that Fu Chen had already tasted, but Shen Jixing coaxed him, telling him to be a good boy.
“...”
Fu Chen watched from across the table, amused.
“Uncle, if you have something to say, you should just tell him directly, or else he...”
Fu Chen had been feeling conflicted lately; he couldn’t quite figure out Sheng Que’s thoughts.
But after that night, whether he understood or not no longer mattered.
He could roughly guess what Zhou Yili wanted to say.
Just like his feelings—if he didn’t speak up, Sheng Que would never realize.
“Maybe one day he’ll poison you to death,” Zhou Yili said.
Fu Chen: “...”
When Sheng Que returned, he called the waiter over and filled their table with milk.
With a grand gesture, Sheng Que declared, “Drink up. Finish it all, and tomorrow both of you will be completely fine.”
Zhou Yili responded casually, “Might as well send you straight to the crematorium.”
Then Sheng Que stopped Shen Jixing from drinking red wine, arrogantly grabbing a bottle, “Brother Shen, let them have milk. We’ll have whiskey!!!”
“...”
Ten minutes later,
the two injured men were each supporting someone as they prepared to leave.

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“Medicinally supporting me under the armpits...” Sheng Que, half wrapped in Fu Chen’s arms, whimpered as he squirmed and rubbed against him, “So ticklish, hahaha.”
Grinning, Sheng Que rubbed against him like a little mischievous sprite.
Fu Chen led them toward the parking lot, his amused smile evident in his eyes. “Sheng Que, stand properly.”
Perhaps it was the cold tone of this reprimand he’d heard since childhood.
He reflexively straightened up, then wobbled as he leaned on him, “Little Jiujiu, I’m a bit dizzy, help me steady on this path.”
“...”
Fu Chen just bent down and picked him up, striding toward the parking lot with long legs.
Half-dazed, Sheng Que seemed to sense his brisk pace but, confused, didn’t realize anything was wrong. He instinctively asked, “Is milk really that effective?”
Fu Chen heard his murmured tone and replied, “A miracle cure. I’ll feed you every day from now on.”
A cool night breeze brushed their faces.
Without stopping, Fu Chen carried him to the car, opening the door with one hand while holding him close. “Then don’t expect to see me again.”
Sheng Que: “?”
Even with alcohol clouding his mind, Sheng Que snapped awake instantly.
“Why?”
Fu Chen figured this wasn’t the time to explain lactose intolerance plainly.
Concise and clear: “Allergic.”
Fu Chen bent to fasten his seatbelt and was about to stand when Sheng Que grabbed him.
He looked at him blankly, lips trembling as if about to say something.
A cold breath descended from above.

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“Because I can’t refuse you.”
“Because I like you.”
But even though Sheng Que wanted to kill him, Fu Chen forced himself to confront his own heart.
His injuries weren’t that serious, and he truly was allergic to seafood and milk, but he was constantly fantasizing and yearning for Sheng Que.
Amid his busy life, accompanying him to eat seafood and using the pretense of scolding to see him once was the only comfort and vitality in his life.
“Sheng Que, that night you came to me, was it simply because I was suitable for you?”
Sheng Que’s mind grew hazy under his breath’s embrace.
“No, not suitable.”
Sheng Que’s chestnut hair was wildly tousled. “I wanted to make you mine, but plans changed—I couldn’t overpower you.”
So, not suitable at all.
But Sheng Que neither resisted nor left at that moment.
“I actually quite like you, Fu Chen. I like whatever you do to me.”

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There are still a thousand more to come—