MFW 28

Chapter 28

The next morning, Li Fei woke up in a daze, lost in silence.

What… had… he… done… last… night?

Before seven o’clock, the blackout curtains still hung heavy. Fu Siting slept sweetly and innocently in his arms. The purer Fu Siting looked, the heavier Li Fei’s guilt felt.

The blue glow from his phone screen fell across his face. For once, Li Fei felt no drowsy haze urging him back to sleep. In the group chat “Amnesia Patient Gossip Squad (9)”, some gossip-hungry souls were still stirring up trouble late into the night: “Fei-ge, did you take Amnesia Ting out shopping the other day? Someone posted saying they saw you!”

“Feifei, did you take Xiaoting to Disneyland today too?”

“Ge, is Amnesia Ting fun?”

“Of course he’s fun, why else would he take him out every day?”

“Feifei’s too busy having his own fun. He should share more in the group so we can all enjoy it together.”

Li Fei silently closed the group chat with his rowdy friends. Instead, he logged into an unknown confessional account on another app. Li Fei had a confessional account.

In real life, he wasn’t one to share daily trivialities with friends. While he wasn’t exactly quiet during offline gatherings, he was notably reserved online. Fortunately, everyone understood his personality and accepted him as he was. As for the sweet moments in his life with Fu Siting, it was usually Fu Siting who couldn’t resist gushing about them everywhere.

When Fu Siting bragged, Li Fei silently counted it as his own bragging. After all, someone like him really wasn’t suited to plastering on a bright, dumb smile and describing his mind-numbingly sweet happiness to familiar friends.

But no one recognized him on his confessional account. Everyone only knew his ID: Phili.

Phili’s confessional journey began three years ago. His first confessional series was titled What to Do When You See Your Love at First Sight Again.

For three full years, besides the What to Do When You See Your Love at First Sight Again series, he also confided in the What, He Said He Wanted to Be Friends series, the Got an Expensive Gift from a Friend at an Auction series, the Looks Like We’re Moving In Together series, the What Should I Prepare for a Proposal series, and so on. His most recent update was the Boyfriend Has Temporary Amnesia series.

His last login was days ago, with the title still reading “DAY6: Picking Up the Dog Together.”

The trivial events of the following days hadn’t been recorded yet. Under “DAY6: Picking Up the Dog Together,” dozens of replies had already accumulated. Though Li Fei’s secondary account had fewer than five thousand followers, it genuinely had a handful of persistent “updates chasers.”

Reply 1: “Divine writing. Daily updates stop, and when they do come, it’s just a title and a few sparse lines. Yet it’s kept me hooked for three years.”

Reply 2: “Why can’t you be more diligent? Why not write it as a long novel? It’s such a sweet story. It’s only because you’re so lazy that after three years, you still only have a few thousand followers.”

Reply 3: “Update! Update! Update!”

Li Fei: “…”

When he first started this confessional two or three years ago, everyone treated it as genuine confessions. But after the story introduced melodramatic plot twists like illness and amnesia, current followers now assume he’s just writing fiction. Anyway, they’re all strangers. He’s merely recording. Doesn’t care if they take it real or fake.

With that thought, he tapped “Add Confession” again. His slender fingers silently typed the title: “Boyfriend’s Temporary Amnesia: DAY 9.”

Confession: Last night I couldn’t resist and did something I shouldn’t have with my amnesiac boyfriend. Kind of regret it now.

Who knows who’s active this early morning on an account with a measly five thousand zombie followers?

Barely thirty seconds after posting, replies poured in: “Aaaaaaah, update!”

“The author remembered their password!”

“You beast! You just got your brother back and already did it with your 16-year-old amnesiac boyfriend? (But I love reading this!)”

“Wow, how does it feel, bad brother? Eating your fresh, amnesiac 16-year-old boyfriend? Is it… vivid? Thrilling?”

Li Fei: “……………”

Wait, hold on.Why does everyone think he did it? He frowned and carefully reread his own post, suddenly realizing that the phrase “something he shouldn’t have done” did indeed leave a lot to the imagination.

Just as he was thinking about editing it to clarify, his fingers twitched unexpectedly, and his phone fell onto the bed. Fu Siting suddenly leaned in, pressing his entire body against Li Fei. The curtains remained closed, and the room was still dim.

Fu Siting’s eyes were slightly unfocused, as if he was still lost in a hazy dream. Though his mind was unclear, his body was unusually responsive, his waist and abdomen pressed against Li Fei through the thin quilt, the fabric unable to block the scorching heat of their skin touching. His legs rubbed restlessly, his breaths low and strained with discomfort.

“Mm, Li Fei…”

His lips pressed urgently, carrying an uncontrollable yearning. Driven by instinct, they sought out the right spot, lips and teeth drawing near as breaths intertwined. His skin burned hot, nearly forcing him to kiss Li Fei in unbearable desperation.

Li Fei remained silent, struggling to gently pry the other person off him. He didn’t shout to wake him because he knew he was responsible for Xiaoting’s state! He recalled last night’s “unthinkable act.”

Back then, Fu Siting had been lying on top of him like this too. Though more lucid than now, his breaths were just as frantic and unnatural. And yet, the boy kept asking him in a low, clumsy, and inexperienced voice: “Is it okay? Just once, is it okay?” The sixteen-year-old Fu Siting had been an exceptionally well-behaved student.

Only a model student would insist on permission before doing even the slightest thing out of line. Even though he was nearly crying from the ache, he kept pleading. So obedient it was heartbreaking, Li Fei couldn’t help but dote on him. The doted-on Xiaoting, upon receiving permission, acted as if a great weight had been lifted. He threw caution to the wind, leaning in to kiss him.

So desperate, as if terrified this divine favor might vanish in an instant. So much so that the promise of just one kiss vanished into thin air the moment his lips touched Li Fei’s. That single kiss became endless, rubbing, desperately rubbing, lingering for minutes without letting go.

Sixteen-year-old Fu Siting didn’t actually know how to kiss. So, over and over, he could only awkwardly press his lips against Li Fei’s. Panting, yearning, yet clueless about the technique. He could only swallow his saliva, frustrated and restless, sucking again and again. Until Li Fei grew irritated by the persistent sucking. Unable to endure it any longer, he flipped over and seized control.

“Xiaoting, baby…” his lips curved as he leaned down, his gaze revealing an unapologetic wicked glint. “Let big brother… properly teach you what kissing really is, okay?”

“…”

What followed was a series of shameless acts.

In the hazy night, his fingers tangled through Fu Siting’s hair, grabbing his neck and lifting his head. Fu Siting could only tilt back, passively receiving his kisses, still dazed by the sudden turn of events.

Li Fei’s tongue pried open his teeth with brutal efficiency, their tongues instantly entwining, rubbing and sucking relentlessly.

Fu Siting gasped. His body tensed rigidly, as if unable to breathe, a low whimper escaping his throat. Li Fei caressed his scorching cheeks and ears, pressing against his completely stiff frame, feeling his rapid, chaotic breaths.

This naive reaction made Li Fei chuckle softly. He couldn’t resist teasing him: “Baby, you’ve become so pure lately. You don’t even know how to kiss anymore. Such a clumsy thing.”

He really was wicked. The word “pure” struck a nerve with the high schooler Xiaoting, who instantly bristled. Li Fei hurriedly added: “It’s okay, baby. Be good. Today, big brother will… teach you how to be naughty.”

For the next ten-odd minutes, he devoted himself to teaching his baby how to kiss, how to be wild, how to learn. But maybe he really was too wicked. He’d thought they were having fun, after all, three years ago when he’d taught twenty-five-year-old Fu Siting these things, Fu Siting had learned wickedly fast, eagerly surpassing his teacher.

So he never imagined that when he finally released Fu Siting this time, he’d see his face streaked with tears. His boyfriend stood there before him, raising a hand to shield his eyes, trembling slightly. Li Fei was stunned in that moment, especially since this man always cried like this, silent. Even in the room’s complete stillness, only the occasional, barely audible sob broke the silence.

Being cruel to an amnesiac boyfriend was one thing, making him cry through kisses might even be acceptable. Li Fei embraced the person in his arms, never feeling so guilty in his entire life. He was intensely aware of how beastly he felt…. The wealthy circle was always full of beasts, and Li Fei had once believed himself above the mire.

But it turned out he was more beastly than the beasts. As always, confronting one’s own dark side is incredibly difficult. Last night had been hard enough for Li Fei, and then early this morning, his online confessional was misunderstood. To make matters worse, the person he’d made cry last night was now rubbing against him in a completely dazed state, eyes cloudy and unfocused.

How could someone dislike his kisses when sober, yet cling to him like a greedy little cat craving more when intoxicated? Li Fei lacked the strength to pry him off, finally growling softly, “Fu Siting, stop it!”

“…Hm?”

Fu Siting finally lifted his eyes, red and bloodshot. Li Fei sensed something was off.

“What’s wrong with you…”

He reached out, the man’s cheek felt uncomfortably hot. A fever? Before Li Fei could say more, Fu Siting collapsed, slumping into his arms.

“Hey, Fu Siting! Hey!!!!”

…

The family doctor was summoned again: “He’s definitely running a fever again. But it should be fine, just a bit dehydrated and physically exhausted. Probably… just tired. He’ll recover with rest.”

The doctor patted Li Fei’s shoulder meaningfully: “Ahem, young people really should… exercise restraint.”

Li Fei: “…”

He hadn’t done anything!

“Hmm, nothing? Maybe in your mind you didn’t ‘do’ anything, but it certainly looked like you were ‘helping’ him.”

He didn’t help either! He just kissed him for a bit. And look what happened, crying and a fever. He wanted to die.

Doctor: “Ah, perfectly normal. Didn’t you go to the amusement park yesterday? He played himself silly and overheated outside, then didn’t rest properly at home. You ‘helped’ him a bit, which just made things worse. That’s how it happened.”

Li Fei: “…………”

I said I didn’t help!

Fu Siting’s fever was worse than two days prior, lasting until he finally woke in the afternoon, his body aching and weak. Upon waking, he vaguely felt Li Fei’s hand reach over to touch his forehead. He instinctively rubbed against it. He liked it. He liked… being touched by him, he thought hazily.

“Here, open your mouth for your medicine.”

The pill was placed at his lips. With his eyes still closed, he obediently took it, then was given some warm water. Through his haze, he heard Li Fei soothing him: “Don’t be afraid, it’ll be fine. Good boy, just sleep a little longer.”

He mumbled a response but stubbornly refused to close his eyes.

When one was truly drowsy, intelligence seemed to vanish entirely. Like now, his mind was completely blank. He felt only sudden, overwhelming sadness when Li Fei left his sight to fetch medicine, and instant relief when Li Fei returned with it.

And perhaps illness brings a certain inexplicable stubbornness. Especially for someone like Fu Siting, who’d never been indulged during his many years of sickness. Now that someone finally was, all his pent-up grievances suddenly surfaced. He opened his mouth, his throat raw and parched. Only after swallowing the syrup Li Fei fed him could he manage a whisper.

“Stay with me…”

He painfully moved his fever-weakened hand, clasping Li Fei’s tightly, their fingers interlocked.

“Can you… stay with me a little longer?” “I don’t want to be alone.”

“But I’m right here with you,” Li Fei said gently.

“It’s not enough,” he croaked hoarsely.

Not enough. He didn’t know what would be enough. Perhaps it was the illness, but a deep, cold void had suddenly opened in his heart, impossible to fill. He could only close his eyes without reason, instinctively and greedily pulling Li Fei’s entire hand into his embrace, refusing to let go.

Li Fei sighed softly in resignation, then pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around Fu Siting’s burning body, pulling him deep into the warmth.

“Does this make you feel safe now, baby?”

“…”

“I won’t leave. Trust me. I’ll just hold you like this and stay with you. Go to sleep.”

Fu Siting finally felt secure. Their limbs tangled together. In the hazy drowsiness, he experienced a crystal-clear realization for the first time in his life, he seemed to be loved. Not pampered, not indulged, but loved. He was being loved by someone special. Nurtured earnestly with love.