He couldn’t sit up straight because the fabric on his chest was snug against him, rubbing uncomfortably against a sensitive spot. Yan Chuan leaned back slightly, intending to ease his discomfort, but to the other person, it appeared to be an attempt to avoid him.
Shan Qi’s hand, resting on Yan Chuan’s shoulder, tightened a little. “Why are your lips so red?” Yan Chuan heard Shan Qi’s voice, his gaze burning into the color of his lips. “Did you kiss someone?”
Yan Chuan’s eyes widened slightly.
What was Shan Qi talking about?
[Of course I didn’t kiss anyone else! It was with two dead guys!]
[I see you have some guts.]
[Here’s an exhibit of a beautiful wife who has been kissed, randomly selecting lucky spectators. If you don’t want her, I’ll take her home; if you do, pretend I didn’t say anything and I’ll still take her home.]
[Ah! I get it! The black screen is because a bad man did some restricted things, like one kissing his wife’s lips while the other leans down to kiss her breasts!]
[Are you talking about breasts… those that are small and pink with a little bump, soft and squishy? Can I have a taste too?]
Yan Chuan’s thoughts were still a mess. When he saw Shan Qi, he could think about checking if he had any injuries, but he never expected Shan Qi’s first question would be about whether he had kissed anyone.
Shan Qi’s expression did not change at all, his tone calm and casual. After hearing what he said, Yan Chuan fell into a brief stupor.
The overhead lights shone brightly, and Shan Qi maintained this position that trapped him from behind, repeating his question. It was as if he had completely forgotten that there were others in the hall, leaning down to get closer to Yan Chuan’s cheek, his fingertip moving from his slim shoulder to his sharp chin.
Covering the pale skin were flecks of red marks.
“There’s one above your chin too,” Shan Qi remarked, staring intently at Yan Chuan, his fingertip applying a little more pressure. “Is there any on the inside?”
“Is it from the people at the long table, or someone else?”
His gaze was investigative, almost scrutinizing, as it traveled inch by inch over Yan Chuan’s cheek and neck.
A flush crept up Yan Chuan’s face. This time, it wasn’t due to shyness, but because Shan Qi’s remarks were over the top.
Noticing the other contestants in the hall, Yan Chuan pursed his lips and swallowed back his urge to retort.
They were still at the villa invited by the variety show; he had no idea how much longer the other contestants would be there, clearly not a place for them to linger.
“I didn’t…” Faced with Shan Qi’s question, Yan Chuan could only furrow his brows and turn his face away as he spoke.
He didn’t understand why Shan Qi asked that question suddenly; perhaps it lingered from the spinning wheel game. Or maybe the redness on his lips was just too obvious, instantly indicating that it hadn’t happened in the hall.
If it was due to the former, he was now contemplating why he had encountered an NPC from the script in the hall. If it was the latter… well, there was nothing he could do about that.
Yan Chuan bit his lip, ultimately saying nothing.
However, in Shan Qi’s eyes, Yan Chuan’s silence simply indicated guilt.
When asked by others if he had been kissed, guilt obviously equated to an acknowledgment.
Shan Qi snorted softly and continued his examination, his fingertip sliding down from the delicate chin, pausing ambiguously on Yan Chuan’s beautiful neck.
Yan Chuan’s collar was relatively loose, not a fitted style. When he sat down, the collar couldn’t quite cover everything, exposing the area around his collarbone.
From Shan Qi’s perspective, he could easily see large patches of alluring whiteness.
Yan Chuan’s figure was slender, his skin pale. His chest even resembled that of a boy still going through puberty, lacking volume, giving off a very youthful impression.
There was at most a slight bulge underneath his clothes, a small amount that could be held in one hand, and Shan Qi knew that.
But beyond that, he wasn’t quite sure; he had only stolen glances occasionally without being able to see clearly.
Shan Qi wondered idly what the colors above would be.
At this moment, his mind couldn’t process whether his actions fell into the category of “indecent,” and he simply instinctively lowered his head.
His gaze skimmed past the slender, beautiful neck and the thin fabric; he quickly surveyed and could still see—
“Where are you looking?” Yan Chuan was both angry and frustrated. He raised his hand to shield his collar, frowning as he asked Shan Qi, “What are you doing?!”
It had initially been a little loose, and when he leaned down purposely, one could catch a glimpse through the collar’s gap, but now that it was blocked by his hand, nothing could be seen.
Delicate fingertips were turning pink, creating creases in the thin fabric.
Even though he had covered himself securely, not revealing anything, Shan Qi’s gaze was still directed there.
The tall, handsome man had damp hair, and his eyes still held a hint of residual fierceness. Yet, at this moment, he leaned slightly forward, pupils constricted, glaring at the small patch of flesh revealed by Yan Chuan’s collar as if he could somehow discern its shape through the fabric, his gaze affectionate and fervent.
Here was a well-groomed man who had just asked if Yan Chuan had been kissed, and now he was unable to pry his eyes away from the situation.
“Shan Qi!” Yan Chuan couldn’t take it anymore, striving to lower his voice as deeply as possible, his delicate eyebrows knitting tightly. “Stop looking!”
He knew perfectly well what Shan Qi was staring at, absorbed in his own frustration, feeling that even covering his collar was futile.
Because Shan Qi continued to stare at that spot through the fabric.
His cheeks were burning, and Yan Chuan felt a creeping itch rising within him.
That area was hidden beneath his clothes, and usually, there were no opportunities to expose it, but just moments ago, for some reason, it had been stripped of its thin layer of fabric, now being carefully scrutinized under intense gazes.
After it was revealed, he could still cover it with clothes, but even a casual brush could provoke an uncomfortable sensation.
But now…