He couldn’t help but steal glances at the slender silhouette reflected on the tiles.
Not only was the outer clothing revealing, but was the inner also the same…?
Images of Yan Chuan’s snow-white face and the soft feel of his skin floated in his mind; just a mere fantasy of him wearing this outfit made a rush of heat suddenly surge from his nose.
Before he knew it, he felt darkness clouding his vision.
Damn.
Why was he bleeding from his nose?
[The young man really lacks self-control; he’s already bleeding from his nose.]
[Doesn’t this indirectly confirm that Yan Bao is indeed wearing that outfit?]
Yan Chuan, seemingly clueless, replied, “What else could it be?”
If he wasn’t wearing that, would he go around stealing others’ clothes from the wardrobe?
Shan Qi shut his mouth, unsure why he suddenly felt the urge to cover his nose.
Not understanding his thoughts, Yan Chuan shook his head.
There was a soft rustling sound for a moment before Yan Chuan changed his clothes.
“Alright, you can speak now,” he lowered his voice. “Did you come to find me for the mission?”
The privacy mode in the live broadcast room meant they couldn’t be seen, but even so, he still felt a bit guilty lowering his voice.
Hearing this, Shan Qi turned around, his flustered expression tinged with a hint of surprise.
“I thought you would continue to insult me for being a pervert,” he shrugged and leaned in closer to Yan Chuan’s ear. “Well, I did receive a mission.”
Yan Chuan was not surprised.
The script only outlined the main survival tasks, and the side missions were likely still waiting to be unlocked.
Given his identity, it made sense to have contact with husbands and lovers.
The player who obtained the identity of a lover likely had a mission centred around him.
“What specifically is it?” Without realizing it, Yan Chuan had moved very close to Shan Qi, needing to look up at him, while the other man’s tall figure virtually trapped him between himself and the wall.
The smile on the corners of Shan Qi’s lips became more pronounced.
“Having an affair with someone’s wife in the bathroom.”
The warm breath landed near Yan Chuan’s ear as Shan Qi spoke deliberately, emphasizing each syllable, especially the last two words, which he pronounced with a rather mischievous tone.
Yan Chuan subtly furrowed his brows.
Shan Qi carefully observed his changing expression before continuing.
“Sneaking in while the others are in the shower. Mocking their useless husband while putting a green hat on him.”
Before he could finish, Yan Chuan’s earlobe had turned bright red, the delicate white skin appearing as red as blood, with his cheeks flushed even more.
Just like the promiscuous wife described in the script, who had just messaged her husband and was now secretly meeting one of her lovers in the bathroom in broad daylight, not bothering to hide her actions at all.
In front of outsiders, she was a gentle and caring wife, concerned about her husband and family. Yet, taking advantage of her husband’s absence, she was entangled with a strong, single man.
The scoundrel had the audacity to laugh at her husband’s inefficacy.
In the narrow bathroom, Yan Chuan’s face was completely painted with blush.
“So…” Under Shan Qi’s intense gaze, Yan Chuan spoke, yet what he said wasn’t embarrassing or shy at all.
“Why are you bleeding from your nose?” His clear eyes visited Shan Qi without reservation, the soft words spilling forth straightforwardly. “Can watching someone shower really get you flustered?”
“Is your self-control that weak?”
“Hmm?”
The last “Hmm” lifted softly, with a lazy tone that felt as if it could invade one’s heart, tickling the core of their being.
With such close proximity, Yan Chuan leaned in, practically whispering beside Shan Qi’s ear.
The gentle breath, laced with a faint scent, fell on Shan Qi’s ear, warm and sweet, almost making one wonder if a kiss was imminent.
Shan Qi froze, unable to move even an inch.
Yan Chuan’s looks were conventionally exquisite, featuring delicate and brilliant features. However, his pale complexion and visible signs of illness made it hard to initially appreciate the allure of his captivating eyes.
Now, with the steam enveloping him, his snow-white cheeks were tinted with a rosy blush, presenting a vivid and striking contrast.
His fair skin, deep dark brows and lashes, and those remarkably red lips created a notable distinction.
Water droplets clung to the tip of his straight nose, with the fullness of his lips accentuating their small and adorable shape.
Drenched in moisture, he appeared languid, reminiscent of a water sprite, fully aware that every move he made attracted attention.
Shan Qi, seeming to experience a brain freeze, simply stared at him, completely mesmerized.
In the tight bathroom, the ventilation fan hummed, becoming the only sound in the stillness.
Yan Chuan quirked an eyebrow.
While a suntanned complexion might make it less apparent when someone blushes, Shan Qi seemed to be burying his face deeper into his chest.
A sudden trickle of blood flowed from his nose down to his chin, staining his clothes.
“Sorry.” Shan Qi covered his nose and suddenly tilted his head back.
The “cool guy” who had been whispering nonsensical things into Yan Chuan’s ear just moments before was now clumsily covering his nose.
[This cool guy seems all tough on the outside but crumbling inside; I wanted to watch the plumber and wallpaper scenario.]
[Diagnosis: Lovelorn brain, no hope.]
[Yan Bao is too hot; just a few words made this bold character bleed from his nose.]
[Beautiful enough to be pampered like this while acting all nonchalant.]
[But then again, it’s not entirely his fault; his wife is showering and changing clothes right before him, and now they’re so close… who wouldn’t faint? Let me taste a bit first.]
It seemed this person indeed had little self-control.
Yan Chuan concluded this while finally creating some distance between himself and Shan Qi.
Shan Qi felt as if he had just been granted a reprieve, hurriedly backing away as if he were not the one who had been clinging desperately moments ago.
“Now tell me more about your mission,” Yan Chuan neatly folded the damp towel without looking up. “Is it just a single sentence?”
He still wasn’t very familiar with the escape variety show and didn’t know the usual timing and format for distributing tasks.
It shouldn’t have been signed off in such a hurry.
Yan Chuan frowned momentarily, then relaxed. It wasn’t entirely his fault, given that at that time, he wasn’t even sure about the authenticity of the escape variety show, and contestants couldn’t disclose any information to the outside world.
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