He could only bite his lip and stare at his pale, white palm.
[You scared my wife! Apologize!]
[This man is so scary, hurry and take my wife away!]
[Every time I forget this is a survival variety show, it reminds me again, thank you…]
[So frightening, where did Yan Bao’s lover go? Did the dead husband get rid of him?]
[Break up, isn’t your husband already dead? (making a face)]
Both “husbands” were waiting for an answer, and even though he couldn’t say anything, Yan Chuan still mustered up the courage to speak.
“It’s not that…” He shook his head, frustrated by why he was assigned this unlucky identity and had to continue facing such a terrible situation: “I didn’t…”
Yan Chuan had no idea why “he” was involved with the lover to harm his husband.
Much less did he know that after entering the punishment world, his task was to “calm the fury of the dead husband.”
While he was anxious, his ears turned red because of the identical faces getting closer and closer.
He didn’t quite understand why, after the “husband” died, they were still hanging around the house and pretending to have a good relationship with him.
The thought of what he said last night made Yan Chuan wish he had never come to this villa at all.
But now he could only lower his head and repeatedly say, “No.”
Until the cold fingertips slowly covered his snowy white cheeks, meticulously caressing inch by inch, lovingly touching his delicate chin.
Then, a weight belonging to another person pressed down on his shoulder.
His “husbands” were pinning him down, one in front and the other behind.
Yan Chuan didn’t dare to move.
His scalp tingled, he was frozen from the cold touch on his chin, but his shoulders could not move at all.
“I didn’t mean to…” Yan Chuan could only say this in rebuttal, but once he spoke, he regretted it, feeling that this attempt to justify himself was worse than not saying anything at all.
From his perspective, it was indeed because he was assigned the role of “adulterous wife” that everything was so inexplicable, but from the “husband’s” perspective, he was just pretending not to know that he was harmed by his beautiful wife and her lover.
Although Yan Chuan truly knew nothing, it was only now that he was aware the husband was dead.
Yan Chuan pressed his lips together.
The husband’s cold fingertips slowly slid from his chin to his lips, gently pressing against his rosy lips, flattening the delicate, plump lips.
Yan Chuan was thus forced to part his lips, revealing the deeper crimson color inside.
He frowned, unsure of the intent behind this person’s actions.
Perhaps it was because Yan Chuan had no reaction that the husband’s actions became more excessive; the fingertip pressed slightly harder—
He pinched Yan Chuan’s cheek.
Being treated like a doll, Yan Chuan muttered something asking him to stop.
If “husband” was angry, he certainly wouldn’t continue to play the loving couple with him, yet the man before him still claimed to be his “husband” and was now unabashedly touching him.
If “husband” was not angry, why did he push the door open when Yan Chuan thought his lover was coming over, showing him that the betrayal had already happened?
Was he purposely trying to scare him?
As Yan Chuan furrowed his brows in thought, his “husband” continued caressing his rosy lips.
They were originally a light rose color, soft and charming, but slightly more vibrant since someone had kissed them forcefully before. Now, touched by the fingertip, they appeared even redder.
The method was peculiar, decidedly intimate. He rubbed slowly, then deliberately let his fingertip probe into the seam of Yan Chuan’s lips, pressing lightly against the tip of his tongue before he could quickly retract.
The “husband” behind him was also not to be outdone, reaching out to touch his pale cheeks back and forth.
Yan Chuan frowned and tried to pull away.
He couldn’t escape because behind him was another “husband” looking down at him with a similar expression.
Creeping forward was impossible; retreating was also not an option. Yan Chuan felt himself reddening with anxiety.
Deep down, he knew the “husband” before him was teasing him, taking advantage of the fact that he couldn’t run away.
Feeling a slight numbing on his lips, Yan Chuan finally could not hold it in anymore and reached to grasp the wrist of his husband.
“Stop it,” Yan Chuan frowned; although his voice was still quiet, it conveyed a firm refusal: “What are you doing…”
Was the dead husband back from the underworld just to toy with him?
Yan Chuan felt like he couldn’t understand the man in front of him at all.
But now he could only grit his teeth and say the embarrassing words he felt.
“When did you come back?” The slender, beautiful young man trapped between the much taller men let his dark lashes cast a small shadow on his fair cheeks: “Are you here to take revenge on me…?”
He spoke softly, his fingers trembling slightly as he held his husband’s wrist, yet he still persisted in finishing his sentence.
“I didn’t mean to,” Yan Chuan didn’t know what to say and could only stammer out what he knew: “I woke up like this… I had no idea what happened…”
He also had no idea that his “dead husband” was fishing for him, deceiving this unfortunate newcomer to the punishment world.
He had a pale face, yet his lips were vividly red.
“Mm,” unexpectedly, his nonsensical words drew a smile from the man, as if he found it quite amusing: “To take revenge on you.”
Yan Chuan pressed his lips together.
Oh, so it really was revenge.
The husband’s fingers resting on his chin gently pressed down, guiding him to look up, suddenly changing the topic: “So can we kiss now?”
Yan Chuan: “…Ah?”
He was forced to raise his head and turned his face to meet the gaze of the person on his right.
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