“Goodbye.” Yan Chuan stood at the door, hesitating before extending an invitation, “You can come over next time if you have time.”
“Is that so?” Tang Zhen smiled without a hint of gloom. “Then thank you in advance.”
Something felt off.
Yan Chuan closed the door and became acutely aware of this.
He had just spent so long with Tang Zhen in his room, listening to him play the guitar?
Did time pass that quickly?
Yan Chuan looked down at his pale wrist, which bore no marks at all.
There were no memories deep in his consciousness, no signs at all, making it impossible to judge if anything had truly happened.
He remembered that as soon as he entered, Tang Zhen had started promoting his guitar, and he didn’t even drink the water brought to him; he had waited until Tang Zhen was finished playing to return.
By this logic, Tang Zhen should be fine.
Could it really be that simple?
Yan Chuan’s brow didn’t relax, yet he couldn’t think of anything more related to the situation.
Recalling Tang Zhen’s dim, sunless room, Yan Chuan felt a bit uneasy.
He silently noted this in his mind about Tang Zhen.
The day passed quickly, and Yan Chuan waited, as usual, for his husband to come home.
Tonight, his husband brought something back.
“Is this for me?” Yan Chuan was surprised to receive a large box of processed strawberries from his husband.
The intelligent NPC certainly had a program for “bringing food for his wife after work.”
“Hmm,” the husband draped his coat over the chair. “They looked very fresh, so I bought some for you to try.”
Yan Chuan hesitated a moment before heading to the kitchen to wash them.
The strawberries were indeed fresh, vibrant red in color. They were large, sweet-smelling, and very tempting.
Just looking at them made him hungry.
His husband sat at the dining table watching him, and Yan Chuan picked one up.
There was no reason to expect anything unusual; eating a few should be fine.
Yan Chuan thought, taking a small bite.
Sweet juice exploded in his mouth, coloring his pale lips a vibrant red, akin to applying lipstick.
Holding the bright red strawberry between his fingertips, he noticed it also had a slight pink tint; the juice made it look incredibly sweet.
Because the strawberries were large, he couldn’t eat one in a single bite. Yan Chuan deliberately savored it, taking tiny bites.
Juice smeared across his lips, subtly revealing his wet, red tongue and delicate white teeth as he closed and opened his mouth.
Worried about juice dripping on himself and being hard to clean, he used one hand to hold his clothes. The neckline stretched out of shape, exposing his delicate collarbone.
He resembled a shy little cat while eating.
His husband stared at him unblinkingly.
“Is it sweet?” he asked, his gaze not on the strawberry but glued to Yan Chuan’s lips, now stained a bright red.
Yan Chuan held out a strawberry towards him, “It’s very sweet. You should try it too.”
Once he tasted it, he should stop staring at him.
His husband didn’t reach out for it; instead, he bent down and bit into the strawberry that Yan Chuan was extending with his hand.
Even after eating the strawberry, he didn’t sit up straight; rather, he opened his mouth and took in the part of Yan Chuan’s finger that was tinged with pink.
Yan Chuan widened his eyes slightly.
The moist sensation was very clear, and he instinctively shifted back slightly, the chair making a squeaking sound.
His handsome yet brooding husband didn’t explain his behavior but instead used one hand to grip the back of Yan Chuan’s chair… forcefully pulling him closer.
Gazing into those dark, misty eyes, Yan Chuan felt trepidation in his heart and finally mumbled, “What’s wrong?”
His voice trembled from hesitation, sounding both scared and surprised.
Without answering, the husband pulled him and the chair even closer, bringing their bodies very near. Yan Chuan had to keep his legs tightly together; his calves were tense, occasionally brushing against his husband’s suit pants.
The husband didn’t reply; he continued to suck on Yan Chuan’s fingertip, making it clear he had every intention of taking more.
“You…”
Yan Chuan’s fingers were long and pale, with neatly rounded nails, and a barely visible layer of pink dusting over the joints, resembling a work of art.
Now his fingers were not only stained with the strawberry’s sweet and sour juice but they were also being held in the man’s mouth, licked meaningfully.
The husband’s cheeks bulged slightly; this was because his tongue repeatedly swept over Yan Chuan’s fingertip, greedily seizing the juice on it.
[I dare say he wants to lick more than just the finger.]
[As soon as he entered, he was met with a face full of surprise, what a tease.]
[Left hand: strawberry, right hand: Yan Bao; choosing to enjoy both at once, devouring both Yan Bao and the strawberry.]
[He has the demeanour of a proper main wife, but it’s a shame nothing has happened between him and his wife yet; quite disappointing!]
Yan Chuan couldn’t see the barrage of comments passing by on the screen, unaware of why they were suddenly excited.
As the sensation of being licked intensified, the tips of his fingers were brushed by the slightly rough tongue, making him more nervous.
Isn’t this uncomfortable?
His husband’s eyelids drooped, his pale eyelashes brushing, showing no emotion at all.
However, when he lifted his gaze to meet Yan Chuan’s eyes, the sinister and greedy glint in his eyes was unmistakable, intertwining with unspoken desire, forming a particularly sticky and frightening gaze.
Like a beast.
Yan Chuan felt a shiver run down his spine.
He attempted to communicate with his husband, stuttering, “The strawberries are really sweet… don’t you want to try another?”
The only food here is strawberries; why are you entangling with my fingers?
The husband mumbled an “mm,” acknowledging that the strawberries were indeed sweet, and continued his focused licking of Yan Chuan’s fingertip.
Yan Chuan:…
Is this NPC really incapable of communication?
Due to their position, the husband was very close to him, his hot breath brushing against Yan Chuan’s face. Yan Chuan felt slightly hot, a faint blush appearing on his pale cheeks.
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