Yan Chuan widened his eyes in disbelief.
Could it be that he was in debt, which forced his husband to move into a low-rent apartment?
Under the warm yellow lights, his husband continued to look at him, and Yan Chuan found himself unable to maintain eye contact.
After a conversation, the husband he had never met branded him as a scapegoat.
Yan Chuan didn’t know whether he or his husband was the unlucky one.
The identity he had obtained came with another side, that of a materialistic wife who was very good at spending money.
Someone who could spend all the family’s money while carrying huge debts. Living in a low-rent apartment and making her hardworking husband work overtime to pay off debts.
He had thought it was because his husband was not able to earn enough that the wife, unable to bear the poverty, chose to seek out a lover. But the reality was quite the opposite.
Leaving their home in debt while being very unfaithful, the wife would secretly meet with a delinquent lover whenever her husband was off to work…
Yan Chuan felt somewhat overwhelmed.
What kind of cannon fodder identity had he ended up with?
Yan Chuan received a new update about his identity.
Not only was he seemingly gentle but also unfaithful, spending extravagantly on luxury items that burdened the family with debt, while his husband worked tirelessly to repay it.
He hadn’t looked in a mirror, but Yan Chuan felt his cheeks must already be flushed.
Of course, he himself was not like that, but the scenes from the escape variety show felt overwhelmingly realistic. The “husband” in front of him, gentle yet helpless, looked at him with understanding.
The sense of immersion was incredibly strong.
Reflecting on this afternoon’s events.
His “husband”, working tirelessly, had received a message from Yan Chuan asking when he would be back, confirming he wouldn’t come home in between. He then turned and went to the bathroom, getting cozy with a lover outside, holding each other in a flirty manner.
The one in the bathroom was one of his lovers, and Yan Chuan hadn’t yet unlocked the identity of the other lover.
If things got exposed… it would be a catastrophe.
Yan Chuan bit his lip nervously, his lower lip turning red and glistening.
His snow-white cheeks were also starting to flush, soft and inviting, resembling a delectable little cake.
Feeling shy under his husband’s gaze, he lowered his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay,” his husband maintained the gentle persona, stroking his cheek, “It’s my fault for not providing a better life for you.”
“Once I get my bonus,” the husband pulled him to sit on his lap, “we can move somewhere with fewer tenants, then I’d be more at ease.”
“Uh-huh.”
The rough pads of his fingers brushed against his soft cheeks, moving gently as if to soothe him.
Feeling comforted, Yan Chuan turned even more bashful, his toes curling to the point he felt like his feet were digging into the ground.
Surprisingly, there were indeed not many residents in the thirteenth apartment building, and a few of his lovers were there as well.
[Task Two activated,” the notification tone for tasks suddenly chimed, “Question: Who is the one by his pillow side?]
“A young, beautiful wife with a gentle and considerate husband is not enough; she’s also flaunting herself in the apartment. So, who exactly is his bed companion?”
Yan Chuan: …?
He chose to postpone the task temporarily.
[Some husband’s perspective: My wife is so beautiful, it’s only natural to spend more. I’m working outside, but why doesn’t my wife think about me even a little? Hey, how come she has someone else by her side?]
[Feeling at ease working, knowing my wife is taken care of by wild men at home (pats shoulder)]
[Who is Yan Bao’s other lover? Is it that Tang Zhen who helped carry things before? They look a bit alike.]
[Hmph, you little guy is riding on the fame of identity; my wife was cold towards Dan Qi during the day.]
With no entertainment options in the apartment at night, and no television to draw attention, Yan Chuan didn’t want to engage in a staring contest with his “husband”. He could only vaguely say he was tired.
His husband nodded.
After washing up, they changed into pajamas and prepared to go to bed, as there were no other rooms in the apartment. Yan Chuan couldn’t say, “Sorry, but we’re not that familiar,” and instead let his husband sleep on the sofa.
Once in their sleepwear, Yan Chuan clutched the hem of his clothing, following the man into the room step by step.
The bedroom light was dimmer, and his husband had changed out of his daytime suit. The rolled sleeves revealed strong, muscular arms.
The man had a slightly deeper skin tone, and his arms were covered with a honey hue under the warm light, with prominent blue veins showing on his wrist.
Feeling a bit warm, he casually unfastened the buttons of his shirt, revealing clearly defined muscles with every movement.
It was indeed a powerful physique; just one glance emitted an overwhelming aura of masculinity, spreading across the not-so-spacious bedroom.
Yan Chuan recalled the touch of being pulled onto his husband’s lap earlier.
The man was much taller and stronger than him, about the same build as Dan Qi. Regardless, they were both bulkier than Yan Chuan, making it easy for them to wrap him in their embrace when they wanted to.
He wore a thin dress, without any pants, and the slightly plump flesh on his legs was squeezed by the coarse fabric of the suit pants, creating a strong feeling of friction with just a slight movement.
In short, it was quite unfriendly to tender skin.
His husband’s hair was still a bit damp, and he was drying it with a towel.
Yan Chuan hesitated for a moment, then stood up: “Let me help you dry it.”
He took the towel, pulling the man’s hand to make him sit down: “You sit on the bed.”
Following Yan’s suggestion, the husband complied.
Yan Chuan spread the towel to dry the man’s hair.
His fingers were long and gentle, rubbing his hair softly while offering a little massage through the towel.
Having spent time undergoing treatment in the hospital, Yan Chuan was somewhat knowledgeable about massages and performed them quite well.
“You can close your eyes,” he said softly, “Don’t let any droplets splash into your eyes.”
The husband then closed his eyes.
As Yan Chuan leaned down to dry his hair, his face was very close to the man’s, and the warm breath brushed against him.
With the husband’s eyes closed, Yan Chuan seized the opportunity to scrutinize his “husband”.
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