Evil Love Appears chapter 83

Fu Xiaoyu stood alone on the street, listening to Xu Jiale’s voice on the phone, and the noisy music from the pub seemed distant.

“Are you drunk, Xu Jiale?” he asked.

“Just a bit,” Xu Jiale responded, “Xiaoyu, are you at the pub with friends? Celebrating your birthday?”

“Yeah. They’re not exactly friends, just some familiar business partners, and Wen Huaixuan.”

“Wen… Huaixuan?” Xu Jiale, who was slightly intoxicated, seemed to react with a slight delay. After a second or two, his tone suddenly rose: “Why is he in Vietnam? Did he come to see you?”

“No,” the sultry breeze of Southeast Asia blew in Fu Xiaoyu’s face as he walked aimlessly on the street. He answered, his voice muffled, “He’s in Vietnam for his family’s business. Coincidentally, the Love app’s marketing department is collaborating with one of his family’s hotels, so we met to discuss it.”

He had also had a few drinks, so he realized there was a bit of a loophole in what he said. Business discussions usually didn’t happen at a pub, and he and Wen Huaixuan had gone for drinks after concluding their business talks.

Xu Jiale, on the other end of the call, sniffed, and Fu Xiaoyu even heard a heavy sound like he had flopped onto the bed. After a while, Xu Jiale asked, “So, are you going back to continue drinking later?”

“Mr. Fu,” right at that moment, Wen Huaixuan came out of the pub and stood in front of Fu Xiaoyu, asking with concern, “Are you okay? You’ve been gone for a while, so I came out to check on you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Alright, I’ll head back then. By the way, do you want another bottle of Qing wine? You prefer that one, right?”

Fu Xiaoyu could almost sense Xu Jiale’s breathing becoming somewhat clouded on the other end.

He hesitated for a moment and then turned to Wen Huaixuan, saying, “Don’t order it.”

“I’m a bit tired. I’ll go back to the hotel and rest. Oh, my assistant settled the bill earlier, so enjoy yourselves.”

Fu Xiaoyu waved to Wen Huaixuan and then turned and took a taxi.

“Xiaoyu,” Xu Jiale’s voice was hoarse, “Are you in the car now?”

“Yes, I’ll be back in my hotel soon.”

The hotel was just a couple of streets away, and the taxi ride would take only a minute or two.

But Fu Xiaoyu felt a bit anxious; it was almost midnight, and he wanted to be in a relatively private room.

Both of them fell into silence, but Xu Jiale kept repeating, “Where are you now?”

Xu Jiale was unusually clingy today.

“Xiaoyu, where are you now?”

“I just arrived at the hotel lobby,” Fu Xiaoyu, after getting out of the taxi, headed toward the elevator almost at a jog. He panted slightly, “I’m waiting for the elevator.”

“Wait.” Xu Jiale’s voice suddenly became very close, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and he moved closer to the phone abruptly. “It’s almost midnight, and I’m worried there might not be a signal in the elevator, so I might miss it.”

“Okay, okay.”

For some reason, that sentence made Fu Xiaoyu’s heart skip a beat. He just stood there holding his phone in the grandiose hotel’s elevator lobby, surrounded by hotel guests coming and going. He felt a bit foolish.

“Fu Xiaoyu… Little kitten, I wish you a happy 26th birthday.”

Xu Jiale on the other end of the phone said solemnly.

Strangely, it wasn’t New Year’s Eve, but at that moment, it was as if the sound of a clock chiming came from nowhere.

It felt like an illusion.

“Thank you,” Fu Xiaoyu looked at his reflection in the elevator doors and smiled faintly, “Xu Jiale.”

…

“I’ve reached the room.”

Once he was back in the hotel room, Fu Xiaoyu put on wireless earphones, finally allowing himself to put his phone down. “Xu Jiale, did you drink too much today?”

“Yeah, I finished a bottle of whiskey and several beers all by myself. I was quite intense,” Xu Jiale’s tone carried the laziness of a tipsy person. “How about you? Xiaoyu, did you have a few drinks with Wen Huaixuan and the others?”

“Yeah, I had some.” Fu Xiaoyu heard rustling on Xu Jiale’s end, as if he was turning over in bed. That sound reminded him of Xu Jiale’s large, comfortable bed at home. He couldn’t resist and sank into his hotel bed, then rolled into the blanket.

The feeling of being surrounded by the blanket in the air-conditioned room was warm, yet there was a hint of loneliness. He couldn’t help himself and, in a soft voice, said, “Xu Jiale, I miss you.”

Fu Xiaoyu, in the comfort of the blankets, suddenly took a soft breath.

This sentence had felt strong within him, kept concealed within his heart. But once he voiced it, all the vulnerability came rushing in.

“Baby,” Xu Jiale’s voice was deep, almost like a sigh.

“I miss you too. These past few days, I’ve missed you every single day. I miss ……holding you while we fall asleep.”

His words were fragmented and not very coherent, and as he continued, his voice grew hoarse, “Fu Xiaoyu, I really want to hold you, especially now. I want to kiss your hair, unbutton your shirt, and plant kisses all over your body.”

Xu Jiale’s words were straightforward to the point of being crude, but Fu Xiaoyu, curled up in the blanket, suddenly started to breathe heavily. He couldn’t tell if it was because he’d also had a few drinks, but at that moment, his cheeks started to feel hot.

Xu Jiale muttered something again, seeming a bit annoyed, and the sound of a lighter “click” came from his side. Then he muttered a curse under his breath, “Damn it, I’m holding this blanket right now, and it feels like I’m molesting it.”

Fu Xiaoyu couldn’t help but quietly laugh at this, then suddenly pushed the blanket he was tightly hugging to the side, realizing that Xu Jiale couldn’t see him at all at this moment.

From nervousness to relaxation, his body suddenly trembled strangely.

“Xu Jiale,” Fu Xiaoyu lay on the bed, panting softly, “Please don’t smoke.”

For some reason, he said this very softly.

The panting was clearly very light, but it seemed like Xu Jiale had already captured it in that instant.

“Alright, I’ve put it out.”

Xu Jiale paused and said softly, “I guess right now you’re wearing the white silk shirt you brought to Vietnam.”

“Yes,” Fu Xiaoyu couldn’t help but wonder how Xu Jiale knew.

Xu Jiale’s breath became somewhat urgent. He seemed to have heard the question in Fu Xiaoyu’s heart and whispered, “The one you brought to Vietnam, I ironed it for you. Kitten, take it off.”

“Alright.”

Listening to Xu Jiale’s heavy breathing, Fu Xiaoyu’s fingers slowly moved to the collar, starting with the first button, slowly and methodically undoing them one by one.

The warm yellow light on top seemed to sway in his field of vision.

Everything was soft, like dandelion fluff scattered across his body.

“Xu Jiale, I want you…”

Fu Xiaoyu panted and closed his eyes.

…

Omegas not in heat were inherently difficult to arouse, but with the alcohol and the pent-up frustration of the past few days, Fu Xiaoyu began to feel something.

Yet at such a moment, without Xu Jiale’s physical affection, his legs didn’t respond much, and his desire grew restless and turbulent, trapped in his body, unable to fully dissipate.

Fu Xiaoyu unconsciously rubbed his face against the pillow, and with a hoarse voice, he moaned again.

“baby…..”

Although Xu Jiale’s breath had also become heavy due to the entwined voices of both of them, he still heard the increasingly suppressed frustration in Fu Xiaoyu’s moans.

“Xiaoyu, ” Xu Jiale’s voice contained a hint of restraint and impatience, but he still softly coaxed, “Let’s take it slow.”

Fu Xiaoyu made a dissatisfied, long nasal sound.

But because Xu Jiale resolutely stopped using words to tease him further, his restlessness gradually subsided, little by little.

“Feeling better now?”

“Yes…..” Fu Xiaoyu’s naked body was covered in sweat as he lay on the bed, murmuring softly.

“Are you still staying in Vietnam tomorrow? Any plans?” Xu Jiale on the other side seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then he lay back heavily and intentionally changed the topic. But as soon as he had asked, it seemed like he remembered something and mumbled, “You’re not going out with Wen Huaixuan again, are you?”

“No, I haven’t made any plans,” Fu Xiaoyu let out a soft sigh.

Because he couldn’t be completely sexually satisfied, he became more clingy. “Xu Jiale, I don’t want to sleep yet.”

“I don’t want you to sleep either.” Xu Jiale suddenly chuckled and said in a low voice, “Fu Xiaoyu, let’s chat.”

“Okay,” Fu Xiaoyu closed his eyes again and curled his body under the blanket.

Xu Jiale might have been genuinely drunk because he said they would chat, but as he continued speaking, it sounded more like a drunken ramble.

Alcohol makes people talkative and illogical.

“When I was in elementary school, I remember I always missed my father. Every time there was a school event where parents came, I always wanted to know if Murong Jingya would come. Back then, there were no mobile phones, and I didn’t want Xu Lang to hear me call Murong Jingya. I don’t know why, even though I was so young, it seemed like I understood some strange social dynamics. Anyway, I didn’t want Xu Lang to know. So, I secretly made calls at the little store near our house. I remember it was a few cents to make a call.”

Xu Jiale muttered, “It wasn’t cheap, a few cents could probably buy a bottle of Beibingyang.”

“What’s Beibingyang?” Fu Xiaoyu wasn’t that much better off himself. After drinking, he had engaged in some kind of phone sex with Xu Jiale, but he was now lying there in a daze, just listening.

Then he suddenly went off on a tangent.

“Darn it, Beibingyang. My childhood happy drink. Do you have a generation gap with me?”

“Oh,” Fu Xiaoyu replied honestly.

“Oh, right, it was probably the era of pagers!” Xu Jiale suddenly woke up as if from a dream, but then his voice lowered again. “You probably don’t know what pagers are, but in any case, a pager is not like a mobile phone. After making a call with a pager, you had to wait by the phone for them to call you back, but he rarely called me back…”

“He rarely called me back.”

Xu Jiale repeated, “A few times, I waited at the little store’s entrance all afternoon, until evening when it got dark, but he never called me back. After becoming a father, sometimes I can’t help but think, what kind of person would make their child so miserable? How could they bear it?”

Fu Xiaoyu felt a lump in his throat and didn’t know what to say.

As Xu Jiale’s voice grew lighter, it became like a slurred mutter, but then it suddenly became clear and he solemnly announced something unrelated, “Fu Xiaoyu, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Fu Xiaoyu said softly.

“Very, very much.”

Xu Jiale kept on announcing.

“I do too.”

“Damn.”

Xu Jiale sounded like his head was buried in a pillow. At some point, he even snored, but he still managed to continue the conversation, “I’m going to Vietnam to find you as soon as I wake up, Fu Xiaoyu. When I wake up, I’ll—”

His voice stopped.

His breathing gradually became steady and prolonged. He had fallen asleep.

However, for some reason, Fu Xiaoyu woke up. He sat up, looking at his phone for a while, and only then did he realize that Xu Jiale had sent him a message on WeChat previously before calling: “My little kitten, are you going to stay in Vietnam for your birthday?”

Perhaps it was because it was too noisy at the pub that he didn’t notice.

Half an hour later, Xu Jiale had called him.

Fu Xiaoyu suddenly couldn’t sit still. He looked at the clock on the wall, which showed two o’clock in the morning. He couldn’t wait any longer.

In fact, he had already booked a flight to return on his birthday, but he had been hesitating until now.

At this moment, he couldn’t even wait until the next morning. He quickly searched on his phone and found a flight at five o’clock in the morning. Without thinking, he booked it.

He wanted to rush back. He wanted to spend his 26th birthday with Xu Jiale, and he wanted to be the first person Xu Jiale saw when he woke up.