The feeling of being attracted…?
Tong Sui was startled, sensing that the gaze directed at him had become warmer. With just a slight tilt of his head, the tip of his nose almost brushed against the people beside him.
Isn’t this too close?
Suddenly, he felt a nudge against his knee. Lowering his head, he noticed that Zhong Yi’s long legs were encroaching into his space, forcing his leg to be pushed aside.
The slightly rough school pants were pressing against him, while Tong Sui was wearing shorts today, making his inner skin feel particularly delicate.
A slight contact turned Tong Sui’s face pink.
Chi Xingyu, standing behind Tong Sui, seemed unwilling to back down, pressing closer and leaving Tong Sui no room to escape.
Tong Sui felt he was about to suffocate, yet the cameraman appeared particularly pleased with this scene, shouting, “Get even closer!”
He could even feel the breath brushing against his neck, the hand gripping his shoulder, and the leg resting on his knee.
Tong Sui’s eyes were burning, with the corners slightly reddened, making his originally subtle makeup look especially vivid and stunning.
The onlooking staff were also mesmerized, unable to help but swallow hard, wishing they could insert themselves into the surrounding group of people, hoping it would make him seem even more pitiful.
Tong Sui had no idea how much time had passed, feeling his tightened nerves begin to ache, when he finally heard the cameraman say, “Alright, that’s enough, we got the shot.”
It felt like being released from bondage; Tong Sui immediately leaned on the table, his strength drained, hiding his face behind his arms, though one could easily guess his embarrassment from his flushed ears.
“The others can take a break first,” the cameraman said, “Tong Sui and Chi Xingyu, stay behind for another set of solo shots.”
There’s still more?
Tong Sui wanted to cry but had no tears; earning this money was really too hard.
Zhong Yi said, “Why should he be the one? I can take photos too; this young master doesn’t look any less valuable than him, right?”
The staff responded, “This is the client’s request since Tong Sui and Chi Xingyu’s popularity as a couple is quite high lately…”
“But that’s not fair,” Zhong Yi insisted. “Unless we each take a solo shot.”
Jiang Ciyan said, “I agree.”
Zhou Siyuan added, “I agree too.”
Tong Sui, still hunched over on the table, raised his head with teary eyes, “I disagree.”
If they took all the photos one by one, he would die from exhaustion.
Moreover, having to be that close made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
As soon as he spoke, the others turned to look at him, and Tong Sui instinctively shrank his neck, feeling a bit guilty.
But he really did not want to shoot anymore.
Chi Xingyu reached out and rubbed Tong Sui’s neck, “If the parties involved don’t consent, do you mean to force him?”
The others fell silent.
Zhou Siyuan stood up and left, followed by Jiang Ciyan, leaving Zhong Yi with a sulking face, trailing behind them reluctantly.
Only then did Tong Sui breathe a sigh of relief.
Chi Xingyu sat down in the chair next to him, fiddling with the sample perfume, glancing at his flushed ears. Suddenly he said, “You must have never been in a relationship, right?”
Tong Sui exclaimed, “Huh?”
For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.
According to this world’s standards, he really had never had any romantic relationships, but personally, it was different.
Tong Sui, who wasn’t good at lying, couldn’t think of a way to respond. Chi Xingyu set down the perfume bottle, reached out, and pinched his small earlobe, his cool fingertips rubbing against it, “Otherwise, how could you be so sensitive?”
Realizing he was underestimated, Tong Sui simply told the truth, “Of course, I’ve been in relationships, and not just one.”
This time, it was Chi Xingyu who looked taken aback. “You’ve had relationships? With who? How long did it last?”
“I’m not telling you.”
Tong Sui certainly couldn’t say it was with people from other worlds.
Seeing Tong Sui’s smug look, Chi Xingyu calmed down and reasoned, “If you really had been in relationships, how come when I kissed you, you didn’t even know how to respond?”
Tong Sui, who had experienced multiple worlds, felt a bit embarrassed being evaluated like this by Chi Xingyu.
Tong Sui shot back, “Then you kissed me so vigorously, you must have practiced with many others.”
“Does it count that I’ve kissed you?” Chi Xingyu replied, “You’re my first kiss.”
Bullet comments:
– —Wait, their tone doesn’t sound like they’ve only kissed once. Is there something I don’t know?
– —I bet it was during the time they weren’t live streaming.
– —I’m really crying, how much good stuff have I missed?
Tong Sui recalled yesterday’s kiss that almost devoured him; could such a first kiss be considered self-taught?
Is being good at gaming truly an advantage in such matters?
“Alright, let’s continue shooting,” the cameraman interrupted their conversation. “This time, Tong Sui will sit on Chi Xingyu’s lap, and then we’ll—”
“What?” Tong Sui suspected he had misheard. “Do we really have to go that far?”
“Of course,” the cameraman chuckled. “Don’t be shy; it’s all part of the job, just relax.”
Chi Xingyu was quite open about it. He felt the unexpected benefits of filming an advertisement for the first time. He spread his legs apart and leaned back, leaving enough space for Tong Sui.
“Come on up.”
Tong Sui hesitated and then stood up, placing his hands on Chi Xingyu’s broad shoulders as he leaned in closer.
Chi Xingyu’s eyelid twitched.
He couldn’t help but recall how many dreams he had where Tong Sui’s figure appeared, allowing him to kiss and embrace freely.
Even to go a bit further.
There were several cameras aimed at them, and Chi Xingyu struggled to clear these images from his mind, working hard to maintain his usual calm demeanor.
Until Tong Sui slowly sat on his lap, the weight felt light and airy, but the hand that wrapped around his neck felt particularly soft.