Soon, the man had tidied up the bed.
The summer quilt was thin, and it was cool at night, with only two thin blankets on the bed.
Yan Chuan glanced at the bed and suddenly had a thought.
Before leaving this place, he needed to play along with this man in front of him, pretending to have a “married life.” That meant he would have to sleep together with him, right?
Yan Chuan hesitated for a moment.
His silence puzzled the man, who asked, “Aren’t you tired?”
Yan Chuan genuinely wanted to nod, but then he thought, if he said he wasn’t tired, wouldn’t it mean he had to fulfill his “marital duties” before sleeping, just like in the script? So he shook his head instead.
He burrowed into the quilt, wrapping himself up snugly in the thin summer blanket, leaving only his beautiful eyes visible.
“I’m tired,” Yan Chuan mumbled, “Do you have to work tomorrow? Then let’s go to bed early?”
His frame was slender, and all wrapped up in the quilt, he looked even smaller.
His sharp chin stuck out, and his small face was fair and beautiful. His soft, black hair scattered across the pillow, and his dark lashes fluttered, looking so delicate.
His tone was soft and a bit muffled, almost like he was being spoiled.
Unfortunately, after finishing his words, he turned over, leaving the man with just the view of his black crown of hair.
“I’m not working…” The man responded to Yan Chuan’s question, lying down beside him and reaching out to pull him and the quilt into his embrace. “I haven’t been going in lately; I’m here to keep you company.”
Yan Chuan was puzzled by the voice that came from behind him and blinked in confusion. “Huh?”
Not working?
So he would have to be with this person all the time? It was even more awkward than being with his roommate!
The man explained further.
He let Yan Chuan rest his head on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around him from the side.
“Did you forget?” The man chuckled, his chest vibrating with amusement. “Didn’t you say you were bored at home and wanted me to keep you company? Has it only been a few days and you’re already annoyed?”
His tone was teasing, and the arm wrapped around Yan Chuan’s shoulder gradually tightened, pulling him fully into his embrace.
Yan Chuan:…
This variety show that didn’t even have a script actually arranged for such a character for him?
Not only was he delicate and timid, but he also needed someone to keep him company at home?
What a joke!
Yan Chuan pressed his lips, unsure of what to say, and in the end, didn’t say anything.
He couldn’t quite understand why the roles he was given were so bizarre.
The man laughed again, patting Yan Chuan’s shoulder in an almost comforting manner.
Yan Chuan ignored him, turning his face away in a sulky manner.
He closed his eyes, indicating he wanted to sleep, deciding that everything could wait until tomorrow.
Yan Chuan wasn’t really tired, but it was clear that he couldn’t leave the room right now and couldn’t refuse the man in front of him either, so he had to express a bit of resistance this way.
He quivered his lashes, finding this punishment nonsensical.
Did they expect him to honestly play the role of a “wife”? But the show hadn’t provided him with any background information, so he couldn’t presumptively assume that he had a good relationship with this man in front of him.
After all, in his first script, he was cast as a “playboy and cheater.”
Yan Chuan was quite reserved about that.
Moreover, he wasn’t the only one who entered this punitive setting; others were present too.
Thinking of this made Yan Chuan refrain from moving or speaking recklessly.
He was timid and kept cautious, hardly daring to say more than a couple of sentences, but behind him, the man seemed to take his silence as a childish tantrum and whispered a few words in his ear.
Yan Chuan responded with a mumble, his eyes nearly closing.
Until he heard the man hum, naturally asking him, “Aren’t you going to give me a goodnight kiss tonight?”
Yan Chuan slowly registered what that meant.
Right, his identity now was this man’s “partner.”
Partners… could indeed do things like that; he had even experienced it in his first script.
Yan Chuan blinked, slightly turning his body, hesitating to meet the gaze of the young and handsome man.
The man was also looking at him.
Yan Chuan’s “partner” was strikingly handsome, tall, and exuded a cool demeanor, appearing somewhat intimidating and hard to approach.
His eye color was an almost icy light gray, with a high nose and thin lips that occasionally curved into a sharp smile.
However, when facing Yan Chuan, he wore a different expression, his eyelids lowered with a look that resembled a big puppy wagging its tail to please its owner.
It was obvious that he was puzzled as to why his “beautiful wife” hadn’t given him a kiss before sleeping.
Yan Chuan fluttered his lashes.
He reached for the edge of the blanket, pulling it over his shoulders and letting his eyelids droop as he mumbled, “I don’t want to.”
“You’re too cold…” The fair-skinned young man frowned, half-seriously complaining, “I don’t want to kiss you…”
His jet-black, soft hair spread out on the white pillow, making his face appear smaller. Given his lying posture, his voice also sounded weak and soft.
It sounded like a complaint, yet it felt strangely spoiled at the same time.
His thick eyelashes fluttered, and his eye corners discreetly raised as he peeked at the man a couple of times.
It was hard to tell whether he was rejecting him or teasing him, merely throwing out a few sulking complaints.
His cheeks were snowy white, but the area at the corners of his eyes was slightly flushed, and if one got closer, they’d catch a faint, elusive fragrance.
Suddenly, the man sat up.
He was half-embracing Yan Chuan, his chest pressed against Yan Chuan’s back, close enough for comfort. With a long reach, he forcibly changed Yan Chuan’s posture.
“What are you doing…” Yan Chuan frowned, but before he could finish, he met the man’s deeper gaze.
He silently wrapped the blanket tighter around himself.
The breath belonging to someone else came close, with an air of insistence, landing directly on his lips.
A strong hand pressed on Yan Chuan’s shoulder, pulling him closer and making it easier to initiate a kiss.
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