MFW 10

Fu Siting remained motionless under the covers for a long time. 

Only when his limbs were almost stiff and numb did he subtly shift his position, silently turning around and peeking half his face out from under the covers. 

Li Fei was leaning against the headboard, reading a foreign language book. 

The soft, warm light from the bedside lamp gently illuminated his profile, outlining his features and giving him a soft glow, making him appear both languid and aristocratic. 

His hair was slightly disheveled, with a few strands falling casually across his forehead. His eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the lamplight, and the collar of his dark gray silk pajamas was slightly open, revealing his long neck and a small patch of collarbone. 

Swish

Long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles turned a page, the movement elegant and composed. 

Fu Siting subconsciously shrank back towards the edge of the bed. 

Then he remembered that his body was now that of a twenty-eight-year-old, with abs, and he had just washed himself clean. No longer the lingering smell of the fried chicken shop he used to work in. 

Li Fei probably liked his current body… and wouldn’t dislike him. 

Every photo they took together was very intimate. 

Just then, Li Fei suddenly looked up from his book. 

The moment their eyes met, Fu Siting quickly retreated back into his shell. Then, the heavy blanket covering his face was patted off from the outside: 

“Okay, don’t be on guard, go to sleep.” 

“…” 

Fu Siting hid under the blanket. After a while, he slowly closed his eyes. 

Under the bedside lamp, Li Fei kept looking at the quiet bundle beside him. 

Oh well, there’s plenty of time, he can’t run away anyway. 

However, Li Fei was also very distracted while reading the next few pages of the book. He couldn’t concentrate anymore, so he simply turned off the light and lay down. After lying there for a while, half asleep, a cold fingertip reached out from under the blanket and gently touched his wrist like a little snake. As soon as Li Fei moved, the fingertip immediately recoiled as if electrocuted. 

“What, you need to hold my hand to sleep?” 

No one answered in the darkness. 

Li Fei silently displayed the generosity of an “adult,” his fingers tentatively and gently slipping under the blanket opposite him, following the soft sheets until they touched Fu Siting’s slightly cool hand. 

Without a word, he gripped that stiff hand, his palm against the back of Fu Siting’s hand, as if pressing down on a frightened little animal. 

Fu Siting’s fingers curled slightly, then slowly relaxed. 

“Are you at ease now? Go to sleep.” 

In the darkness, the person beside him remained silent, only peeking out from under the blanket, watching him motionless. 

He probably thought that since it was dark, Li Fei wouldn’t notice. 

But how could he not notice? In the darkness, the pair of eyes beside him were so bright. 

“How am I supposed to sleep?” Li Fei sighed, rolling out of bed, his long legs peeking out from under his pajamas. “How about I turn on your favorite light?” 

Fu Siting didn’t know what he meant by light, only silently watching as his bare feet slipped into cute black cat sandals, stopping a few steps later in front of the bookshelf. 

Li Fei opened the glass door and took out a small oval lamp. 

With a gentle tap, the projector lamp lit up, instantly creating a shimmering blue starry sky on the ceiling. As the light flickered, the starry sky seemed to swirl. 

“…” 

Li Fei genuinely felt that sixteen-year-old Fu Siting had even more of a playful, animalistic quality than he had become. 

At this moment, he was completely mesmerized, like a cat gazing at the stars. 

No wonder. 

“We have a holiday home in Yunnan where you can see many stars at night when it’s not raining. You love it and go every year.” 

Li Fei finally understood just how much he loved stargazing. 

“…” 

“Fu Xiaoting, you have amnesia, so there are some things you might not understand or adapt to right now, but that’s okay, don’t be afraid.” 

Li Fei placed his wrist back under the blanket, letting his slightly cool fingertips brush against him again. 

“Sleep well first, everything will be alright. Hmm?” 

… 

The next morning, Fu Siting woke up, completely stunned. 

He had always been in poor health since childhood and was used to waking up to a cold, hard blanket. So he found it hard to understand why the blanket was warm and soft this morning. 

He couldn’t believe that someone was sleeping beside him, his fingers still holding his wrist. 

The morning sunlight filtered through the soft curtains, becoming gentle and light as it entered the room. A gentle breeze swayed, and the light and shadow of the trees flowed across the floor and bed like dancing musical notes. 

Fu Siting’s gaze slowly moved upwards. 

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves outside the window, casting dappled light on Li Fei’s face. 

Some of his soft, tousled hair fell across his forehead, its color, though deep black, tinged with a pale gold by the morning light. He slept like that, like a prince in a fairy tale waiting to be kissed awake. 

Fu Siting felt a tickle in his throat. 

His back also felt slightly warm. 

He watched for what seemed like an eternity before Li Fei’s eyelashes fluttered, and he finally woke up. His pure black eyes looked at him with a smile: “Fu Xiaoting, how did you sleep last night?” 

“…” 

Fu Siting had slept very soundly last night. 

So soundly that it felt like he was dead; he rarely experienced anything like that. Even when he was exhausted from work and fell into a deep sleep, it often didn’t feel refreshing. He rarely felt this thoroughly well-rested. 

But was he really awake? He still felt like he was dreaming. 

Li Fei got up, shielding Fu Siting’s face from the sunlight, and his hand instinctively reached out to brush against Fu Siting’s cheek. 

His fingertips touched Fu Siting’s earlobe, sending a slight tingling sensation through him. 

Fu Siting heard the melodious chirping of birds outside the window. 

He silently got up as well. Li Fei asked him, “Are you dizzy? Do you have a stomachache? Is anything bothering you?” 

Fu Siting shook his head. 

“Then drink some water first?” 

Li Fei had placed a glass of water by his bedside in the plush toy room. Now, there was a glass of warm water by his bedside in the master bedroom—a thermos with an electric outlet, set to a constant temperature of 45 degrees Celsius. 

The warm water soothed his stomach and quenched his thirst. Li Fei watched him sip it all. 

This feeling of being cared for was very unfamiliar. 

It seemed that apart from when his grandmother fed him medicine when he was very young, Fu Siting had never experienced this before. From childhood to adulthood, few people had cared whether he was hungry or thirsty. 

“You can stay here and doze off for a while longer,” Li Fei said. “When you’re done, get up and eat.” 

Fu Siting nodded in response, still feeling nothing, until the soles of his feet comfortably rubbed against the soft carpet, and he slipped on his little fox slippers and stood up.

“…” 

“My leg…” 

Two whole days had passed, and it seemed he only fully realized it at this moment. 

His leg, after twelve years, was no longer lame. 

From yesterday to today, he hadn’t actually needed to drag his leg while walking. But he hadn’t even noticed, and had just walked naturally all day. 

Fu Siting was somewhat bewildered. 

His lame leg was caused by congenital osteoarthritis. This kind of disability could theoretically be corrected through artificial intervention and wearing braces when he was very young. 

And in some of his vague memories, he seemed to have indeed used slings and frog-style braces when he was young. 

But all of these corrections and rehabilitation required money. 

His family didn’t have much money when he was young, and with the medical level at the time, the doctor said that there was no guarantee that spending money would completely cure him. Under such heavy pressure, when he was just one year old, his own father irresponsibly forced his mother to divorce him after “being upset because of his son’s illness” and developing a gambling addiction, abandoning his wife and child and running away. 

After his father ran away, the family’s only source of income was his grandmother’s meager pension. 

But his grandmother was also ill and needed medication. His mother, with limited education, found it difficult to find work, not to mention caring for both the elderly and the young. When life became truly difficult, his treatment had to be intermittent. 

Later, a doctor said that his leg will remain slightly lame because his treatment was interrupted during crucial recovery periods in early childhood. 

Then, his grandmother passed away. His mother worked odd jobs everywhere, moved around frequently, and married several men, finally managing to raise him. 

Sometimes, however, she would break down and say hurtful things to him: “If it weren’t for you, my life wouldn’t be so miserable! Your father was perfectly fine; if you hadn’t gotten sick, he wouldn’t have suddenly become like that.” 

Other times, she would cry and blame herself: “Oh, is it all my fault? It’s all because I kept vomiting during my pregnancy and couldn’t eat anything; is that why you didn’t develop properly? Waaah, this perfectly healthy child has a limp; who will marry you in the future?” 

Now, his leg… is no longer lame. 

Fu Siting stopped and stared at it, puzzled. There was a straight surgical scar on his right knee. According to the doctor, surgery wouldn’t have helped his leg; it would never heal. 

Li Fei smiled. “Don’t you think about how many years have passed? Even if it couldn’t be cured then, medicine has advanced and progressed rapidly.” 

“…” 

“When?” 

“Hmm?” 

“When was it cured?” 

Li Fei thought for a moment. “About two years ago?” 

“Did you treat me?” Fu Siting looked at him. 

Li Fei tilted his head. “Yes, I did book the specialist for you, if that’s what you mean.” 

“…” 

“Thank you.” 

Li Fei smiled, then ruffled his hair with a hint of helplessness. He had showered last night; the scent of ink was gone, replaced by the sweet coconut scent of shower gel. 

“What are you saying? You’re mine now; isn’t it only right that I book the best specialist for you?” 

He probably didn’t notice that his pajamas were looser than last night. 

Not only did they reveal a large expanse of alluring collarbone, but they even… revealed some firm abdominal muscles. 

The legendary deep V. Very deep. 

For a moment, Fu Siting’s heart stopped beating; the world became strangely peaceful. 

***

Author’s Note: 

Fu Siting: I also passed away peacefully. QvQ