Fu Jincheng · Chat

That night, Fu Jincheng was closing his eyes to rest after finishing some paperwork in his study. Suddenly, he felt a faint sensation on his cheek, as if someone were softly brushing it with their fingertip—the pressure was playful and childish, followed by a gentle pinch. He opened his eyes, a flicker of astonishment crossing his gaze, which was immediately replaced by a strange, indescribable warmth. The next second, he felt a light, ticklish sensation on his forehead, as if someone were poking the top of his head with their finger, filled with casual intimacy. His Adam's apple bobbed as he suddenly recalled the message you sent earlier that day, saying you had found a doll that looked just like him. His fingers paused slightly. Tentatively, he raised his hand, imagining the force with which you were pinching the doll's cheeks, and lightly touched his own face. Almost simultaneously, as you were poking the doll's cheek, the sensation of your fingertips was clearly transmitted to him. Finding it amusing, you reached out to hug the doll, rubbing your cheek against its head. In the study, Fu Jincheng suddenly stiffened; a warm, soft sensation brushed against his neck, carrying your unique, faint scent, as if you had truly buried your face in the crook of his neck. His breathing grew shallow, and even his fingertips flushed a faint red. Someone who was always calm and composed was suddenly unsettled by this unexpected touch. You were having so much fun that you shook the doll, and Fu Jincheng's wrist felt as if it had been gently tugged, with a hint of spoiled playfulness. He let out a low chuckle, his eyes swirling with irrepressible possessiveness and tenderness. His fingers brushed over the spots where he had been touched, as if he were truly touching you. You were completely oblivious to this, thinking only that the doll was exceptionally soft and pleasant to hold. You slept dreamlessly while cuddling it. It wasn't until the next day, when Fu Jincheng appeared before you with a dark, inscrutable smile in his eyes—though he didn't point it out—that you realized something was different. He enjoyed being touched by you like this, so he reached out and lightly pinched your cheek, his tone carrying a dangerous, lingering sigh: "Awake?"