Chapter 300: The Weight of Affection

The man kissed urgently and fiercely, his tall figure overshadowing Yan Chuan, trapping him on the small bed as their lips met.
Backlit, Yan Chuan couldn’t clearly see the man’s expression, but he felt the painful pressure on his shoulder, making him furrow his brows tighter.
Yan Chuan tentatively pushed against the man’s arm.
He didn’t budge.
Yet the kiss that landed softly on his soft lips felt cautious, as if the man feared to hurt him. The man held Yan Chuan’s chin, their lips brushing against each other as he placed a gentle kiss on Yan Chuan’s lips.
Though the grip on Yan Chuan’s shoulder was strong, the kiss itself was light, as if he was afraid of displeasing him.

[Not! Useful!]
[So rude, calling himself ‘hubby’ to my wife! I’ve already filed a lawsuit, the court summons will be sent soon!]
[I’m crying, he’s really the real husband, coming right in with hugs and kisses for his wife.]
[Wife’s lips are so red (pointing and gesturing).]
[Bad man is really excessive; relying on the fact that he lost his wife and hasn’t seen her face, he brazenly uses her cowardice, right?]

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I’m kissing too (yay).

Chapter 92: Special Variety Show 8

Yan Chuan had someone pressing his shoulder down, kissing him while he leaned partially against the man’s shoulder.
Under the warm yellow light of the bedroom, his delicate brows furrowed even tighter.
The kiss itself didn’t exert much force, but the man pressed firmly on his shoulder, forcing him closer.
With a larger frame, the man could easily lift him up like a beautiful doll.
His snow-white cheeks flushed a rosy hue, the flesh of his cheeks blushing gently like smoothed rouge.
His originally light-colored lips became a deep scarlet, coated with a shiny layer of moisture, the small, plump beads of his lips being sucked tenderly.
The man kissed deeply, his chin rubbing against Yan Chuan’s delicate jaw, quickly creating a flush of red.
He was not just kissing; he was licking, carefully exploring Yan Chuan’s lower lip with his mouth.
“Stop it…” The corners of Yan Chuan’s eyes turned red, quickly filling with tears, as a mist formed in his gaze.
He pushed against the man in front of him, but his strength was insufficient and his actions hesitant, his fingertips resting on the man’s shoulder.
The escape show hadn’t informed him what identity he was currently portraying—is he supposed to act like a loving partner with the man in front of him? He could only softly refuse.
His soft words and hesitant gestures made the man sit up slightly.
Yan Chuan’s face was already flushed, refusing to look at him. He covered his lips with his palm, furrowing his brow as he complained to the man, “My lips hurt…”
His lips were entirely red and damp, the lower lip carefully tended to by someone, appearing especially vivid, like flower petals soaked in rain.
Yan Chuan wasn’t lying.
His mouth still pained him after completing a task assigned by the sheets, and now with the man pressing close, their lips rubbing together, even if the man didn’t use much force, it still hurt.
Yan Chuan frowned, casting him a glance filled with complaint.
His expression was a bit aggrieved and more confused, looking pitiful with his swollen, reddened lips.
The man immediately showed an apologetic expression.
“I’m sorry, baby…” he quickly apologized, his demeanor sincere, “I was too much.”
But he didn’t say he wouldn’t do it again next time; it was an untrustworthy apology.
Yan Chuan turned away.
He really didn’t want to deal with this “husband” in front of him, and didn’t know where to go from here. He could only huddle under the blanket at the foot of the bed.
This “husband” was quite similar to the fake husband in the apartment script.
However, with so little information obtained, he couldn’t directly conclude that the man in front of him was the legitimate husband from the Thirteenth Apartment.
The man who was supposedly harmed by him and the fake husband.
Yan Chuan hesitated.
After finishing the first script, he rewatched the live broadcast and had a rough understanding of the script’s background.
He also knew his legitimate husband was… harmed.
Yan Chuan blinked.
Then the fake husband, who took it upon himself to be Yan Chuan’s husband, was not only active in the script but even appeared in special variety shows.
Just recently, he had admitted in a spinning game that he had “disposed of” someone else’s legitimate husband.
Thinking of this, Yan Chuan felt uneasy.
If the man in front of him was his legitimate husband, then the escape show’s “punishment” meant returning to the script and facing the NPCs within it?
What part of the story has progressed now, and does his husband know he was harmed by him and another man?
Yan Chuan’s heart raced.
The man in front of him had a heartbeat, but his body temperature was slightly low; it wasn’t entirely abnormal. He was very enthusiastic in his demeanor, appearing not to have any ill will.
If he wanted to leave, would he have to avoid the plot of “conspiring to harm his husband”? Would he have to play the role of a gentle wife?
Yan Chuan shifted his gaze back to the man.
Perhaps thinking his turned face was due to anger, thehandsome man revealed a cautious expression, resembling a neglected pet, too afraid to move.
His gaze remained fixed on Yan Chuan.
He looked somewhat silly.
“I’m not angry…” The slender, pretty young man pouted softly and said, “It’s just that my lips hurt a bit. I don’t mean I don’t want you to kiss me…”
His long eyelashes fell, casting a small shadow on his fair cheek, his expression slightly hesitant.
“Can we kiss again when it doesn’t hurt?”
His soft words brightened the man’s eyes.
Like a pet that, despite cowering in a corner after a disapproving remark from its owner, would rush back as soon as the hand reached out, completely forgetting what had just happened.
“Okay,” the man replied, embracing Yan Chuan over the blanket, resting his chin on his shoulder, and leaned in to whisper an apology, “I’m sorry, baby…”