The man stared intently, his gaze deepening, and repeated his words: “Can I kiss you now?”
Yen Chuan hesitated for a moment before realizing what his “husband” was asking. Just moments ago, he was questioned about why he had “betrayed” him, and now he was being asked for a kiss?
The fingertip pressing against his lips applied more pressure, snapping Yen Chuan back to reality, and he instinctively shook his head.
“No, it’s not good…” Feeling an overly heated gaze directed at him from behind, Yen Chuan’s tone of refusal softened as he attempted to find an excuse.
“My mouth still hurts,” he pouted, looking up at the man. “You just pressed down hard…”
【No kissing the scared wife, bad man!】
【I’ve closed my eyes, I don’t want to see this lecher kissing my wife, sob sob sob】
【How can you ask for a kiss when the baby’s face is ashen? Sentenced to a life without a wife!!!】
【World-renowned painting: Beautiful wife being sandwiched】
【I admit I zoomed in on that, did that dead husband come back after having a bath to avoid shocking the wife with blood? Very aware】
Yen Chuan pulled his husband’s wrist and pointed to his slightly discolored lips.
His small, plump lips appeared a bit swollen, likely due to being meddled with and sucked on by others repeatedly over the past few days; they seemed fuller than before.
The color of his lips was indeed deeper, resembling petals crushed to release bright juice, reminiscent of ripe berries.
There were marks on his chin too, faint yet noticeable fingerprints on his delicate, snowy white skin.
“So I can’t let you,” Yen Chuan felt the tightening grip on his shoulder and frowned.
Seeing the deep gaze from his “husband,” he added, “We need to wait until tomorrow…”
If he could stay here until tomorrow, that is.
Yen Chuan mentally added that it depended on whether his “husband” would keep bringing it up.
He had another concern.
After speaking, Yen Chuan stole a glance at the other “husband’s” expression.
They were the same person, with identical physique and face, but their thoughts seemed different. Because when one was talking to him, the other displayed a different expression.
Yen Chuan speculated that these two “husbands” might be from different times.
The one currently speaking was gentler in attitude, while the other had no intention of hiding his desire when he touched him.
The former must be the husband he spent time with last night, while the latter was likely the one… who had returned from outside, whom he conspired with his lover to “get rid of.”
Yen Chuan lowered his eyelids.
The request for a kiss had come from one of them; how was he to know what the other one meant?
Was it purely a matter of revenge, or something else?
Moreover… he couldn’t kiss two “husbands” at the same time.
Thinking of this, Yen Chuan’s cheeks felt inexplicably hot.
Although he had encountered similar situations in the script, that was merely banter; he never imagined he would get caught up in a romantic dilemma with NPCs in the script.
The following “husband” spoke up, just as he expected.
“Tomorrow?” His tone was more straightforward than before. “Aren’t you thinking of leaving with your lover?”
Yen Chuan frowned slightly.
He hadn’t even met this so-called “lover,” so how could he think about leaving with them?
And the outside was a vast emptiness; Yen Chuan didn’t even know if he could get out…
Whether leaving would count as completing the task was also uncertain.
Alright, that last part was the key point.
【I know you’re feeling sour, but hold that thought】
【Ah, it wasn’t intentional for you to be harmed, and since you’ve come back to life, what does it matter?】
【Case cracked, the lover is me; I teamed up with Yen Bao to deal with his husband, drop a 1 to help me bury him deeper】
【Are you in a hurry?】
【Smells like jealousy, is there a little dog feeling sour? I won’t say who】
Seeing that his “husband” was about to make even more outrageous remarks about “running off with the lover,” Yen Chuan pursed his lips and unhappily denied it.
“I’m not,” Yen Chuan shook his head. “I’m going to cut ties with him.”
He flushed slightly at the memory of the messages he had sent, repeating, “I won’t cheat again. I’m sending a message to break off our relationship…”
“He knows I’m breaking off the relationship…”
Even though his honest “husband” had been conspired against by him and his lover, died, and then resurrected purely out of his own convictions to find him.
With the person gone, discussing whether to break off ties with the lover was rather meaningless now…
However, Yen Chuan had no idea how to explain; he could only keep clutching the remorseful phrases he repeatedly said.
He hoped that the husband he had “gotten rid of” would forgive him.
Although Yen Chuan felt his words were… inappropriate, the man was staring at him, and he had to steel himself to continue.
“Anyway…” he lowered his eyelids and added dryly, “that’s how it is…”
Listening to his dry explanation, Yen Chuan found it hard to look at his “husband’s” expression and quietly concluded his response.
His beautiful, pale face was scrunched up, cheeks still blushing, conveying a sense of helplessness.
He looked like an utterly pitiful victim.
His face was as pale as could be, even more pitiful than the husband who had truly been “gotten rid of.”
His long lashes blinked gently, and his lips were pressed shut, appearing weak.
The “victim” looked at him for a moment before saying, “I won’t blame you…”
Yen Chuan quietly lifted his gaze, only to hear the man in front of him say, “But you have to kiss me.”
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