My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 164 Possessiveness

Chapter 164: Chapter 164 Possessiveness

They always gather at the KTV, and right as Fu Ying and Wen Tian approached the entrance, they heard singing from inside.

It was a love song called "Deeply loved you," an old song from over a decade ago.

It was a simple ode to a love that had passed.

In other rooms, there was lively dancing and singing, but Li Hanyi’s voice was unique, unusual, calm in his singing.

He and Du Yong shared similar personalities; they were both unruly during high school, always distracted in class, whispering to each other, and poor in studies, finally getting into S University through sports recruitment.

Wen Tian had said everyone has their moments to shine; apart from sports, Li Hanyi was also pretty good at singing.

Fu Ying pushed the door open; everyone who should be there was present.

Li Hanyi, Du Yong, Lin Lishan, and Sheng Chen, all gathered completely.

From high school to sophomore year in college, their personalities hadn’t changed much, though their appearances had; it seemed everyone had matured a bit.

The moment Du Yong saw them, he swiftly approached: "You guys are so late. That’s a drink penalty."

Fu Ying was cautious with alcohol but took the cup as it was just beer.

"Wen Tian, have one too. Don’t tell me you’re still the good, studious student who can’t drink?"

Wen Tian adjusted his glasses and shyly smiled, taking the glass, "It’s not that I don’t drink."

Fu Ying turned her head to see Wen Tian down the mug of beer.

Du Yong patted Wen Tian’s shoulder, "Nice, haven’t seen you for a while and now you can drink."

Wen Tian smiled, "People change."

"Let’s pick some songs." Li Hanyi finished his song and turned to them, "Boss, want to sing one?"

Fu Ying felt shy and waved her hand, "No thanks."

"Wen Tian?"

"I can’t, I’m tone-deaf."

"I’ll go." Lin Lishan stepped forward, pushed aside microphone hog Li Hanyi, and chose a more indie style song.

In an instant, it felt like they returned to high school.

Before it never felt special, but thinking now, that high school, those platforms, the backstreet snack street were filled with memories.

Outside the window, it turned dark, streetlights lit up one after another, the room suddenly got noisy, and in the quiet hospital ward, only the television sounds continued, as Shen Liguang stood by the room’s glass window looking down.

The entire city was blinking with neon lights, flickering dimly.

Li Ruolan shifted her gaze from the TV to Shen Liguang, who was distracted.

"If you’re really worried, just give her a call."

Shen Liguang looked at Li Ruolan and, moved by the thought, took his phone and left the ward.

Li Ruolan smiled, somewhat helplessly shaking her head.

Ever since accompanying her into the hospital, he had been distracted, his mind obviously trailing after the girl.

Shen Liguang, head down, walked to the staircase to call Fu Ying.

Fu Ying’s side was lively, Du Yong had selected the song "Friends" leading to a grand chorus, filling the room with the lyrics: "Friends walk together for life, those days are gone..." It was somewhat melancholic.

Fu Ying’s phone was on vibration, and she missed the first call from Shen Liguang.

Then the phone rang another two times before she answered.

"Hello? Brother?"

The room was noisy, so Fu Ying walked out with her phone, separating from the noisy accompaniment inside, barely hearing the singing.

"I’m at the hospital."

Fu Ying’s heart skipped, "Are you hurt again?"

"It’s my mom, her stomach issues flared up."

"Is Auntie okay? Send me the address, I’ll be there soon."

Fu Ying returned to the room, greeted everyone, and then headed to the hospital.

Wen Tian felt a bittersweet sensation, tilted his head back, and gulped down a beer.

The room’s atmosphere remained lively, and nobody noticed Wen Tian’s mood.

Fu Ying hurried to the hospital and received another message from Shen Liguang.

She went up to the fifth floor, entered the stairwell, and just as she stepped in, a force grabbed her wrist.

The stairwell door closed, her wrist was grasped, pushing her against the door, the warmth pressing close, the overwhelming force made her breathing erratic.

Fu Ying raised her eyes, and through the dim light, she saw possessiveness in his gloomy eyes.

Fu Ying’s heart trembled slightly, softly calling out to him, "Brother."

"Mhm." He responded indifferently, his voice neither warm nor cold.

"You scared me."

"Am I that frightening?"

"No, it’s not that, it’s just you suddenly appeared."

Shen Liguang stared straight at her, her tiny face growing pale, her long eyelashes constantly trembling, she glanced at him once and then dared not look at him again.

"Yingying."

Fu Ying: "Mhm."

"Look up, look at me."

His tone was particularly domineering.

Fu Ying took a deep breath and looked up at him.

He was much taller than her, a whole head taller.

Looking up at him, his eyes obscured by stray hair, unclear and obscure.

"Kiss Brother."

Fu Ying paused, then tiptoed closer to him.

Her body had a fragrance, and her mouth tasted of alcohol.

Shen Liguang frowned: "Did you drink?"

"Just a little beer."

"From now on, you are not allowed to drink alone outside."

Fu Ying meekly raised her eyes, glanced at him, and gently nodded: "Mhm."

The man bent down to kiss her lips, looking at her with heavy eyes: "Bending down is tiring."

Fu Ying: "I’m, I’m just this tall."

He placed his chin in the crook of her neck, laughing lowly next to her ear: "Mhm, I can have a taste of you when we do it."

By the time Fu Ying realized what he meant, her face was burning red.

Shen Liguang, smelling the sugary scent on her, took a deep breath, suddenly lifted her up and placed her on the staircase handrail.

Fu Ying instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, and he quickly sought her lips again.

He was a bit passionate, swallowing her tiny sobs.

She was helpless, inexperienced, and not knowing how to respond, it seemed she didn’t need to.

All she could do was tremble with her eyelashes and endure his passion, the air growing thinner, Fu Ying’s vision blurring, the man’s face becoming fuzzy, and then she finally breathed in some air.

Fu Ying lay on his shoulder, her little face slightly red, breathing greedily.

"Brother."

Fu Ying felt another desire in him, a strong possessiveness, she stared fixedly at a spot and asked softly, "You seem unhappy."

"No."

Fu Ying blinked, touching his earlobe: "Is there something wrong? If there’s something, you can tell me."

"Now I’m happy, happy seeing you." Shen Liguang lightly laughed, his grip tightening as if wanting to merge her into his body.

Fu Ying wrapped her arms around him, touching his earlobe and asking, "So we’re not visiting Auntie?"

"We’ll go after holding each other a little longer."

"Then put me down before holding me."

"Not letting go."

"..."

In the emergency exit, there was a small window, outside light came in, and the green sign emitted a soft glow, insufficient to lighten the staircase’s darkness.

Fu Ying quietly lay on his shoulder, so quiet that his breathing could be heard.

He remained silent, cradling her body tightly in his arms.

At that moment, someone outside called: "Is the family of patient in room 2121 here? Family of patient in room 2121?"