He said honestly, “I feel like I’ll get the clothes dirty.”
Yan Chuan couldn’t help but turn his gaze back to Tang Zhen, this time not with embarrassment or anything else, but with a hint of quiet expectation.
He bit his lips, looking at him with difficulty.
Tang Zhen: …
Wasn’t he afraid of getting dirty himself?
Yan Chuan blinked his eyes, his long, dark eyelashes trembling slightly, his gaze innocent.
Tang Zhen had to persuade himself again.
Indeed, Yan Chuan was delicate and beautiful, revealing skin that was snowy and soft. His complexion was pale, and his lips were light in color; he looked like someone with poor health, needing careful nurturing.
Tang Zhen still remembered how Yan Chuan had hidden in the arms of his “husband,” a remarkably tall and gloomy man.
The slender shoulders embraced by someone, wrapped in the man’s baggy coat, a hand around his waist, holding tight to that slim waist.
Even just a small part of his calf visible below the hem of his skirt revealed the softness and whiteness hidden within the man’s embrace.
Yan Chuan buried his face in the man’s arms, his fingertips gripping the hem of his husband’s clothing, only exposing his dark hair to others.
When the husband leaned down, he could see the dependent and helpless expression on Yan Chuan’s face.
That must be how a beautiful wife could get her husband to do anything for her, bringing everything to her side.
Now Yan Chuan looked at him with the same expectant gaze.
Tang Zhen pondered for a moment: “I’ll deal with the ventilation opening, you wait beside.”
Yan Chuan nodded eagerly.
He followed Tang Zhen’s instructions and stood a bit further back.
Tang Zhen stepped forward, fiddling with something at the valve, and the ventilation duct began to rumble into operation.
After waiting a while longer, the rumbling gradually subsided.
“Almost done,” Yan Chuan heard Tang Zhen say, “It’s actually not that dirty inside.”
Yan Chuan knew the ventilation duct couldn’t possibly be very clean, and he was worried about wasting more time, so he nodded, “Alright.”
He thought for a moment: “I’ll go in first.”
Tang Zhen’s frame was relatively tall and slender, though not obvious when clothed, he was actually quite solid. Yan Chuan was much slimmer than him and found it easier to navigate through the ventilation duct.
“Okay.” Tang Zhen nodded.
He pulled out a portable flashlight from somewhere and handed it to Yan Chuan.
Yan Chuan turned on the flashlight and initially illuminated the inside.
The entire ventilation duct system was quite rudimentary; the blades at the duct opening came apart easily. The opening was about forty centimeters wide, providing a decent space leading to different ducts.
That was acceptable.
Yan Chuan held his breath and, with Tang Zhen’s help, squeezed into the duct opening.
The beam of light from the flashlight cut through the emptiness of the duct.
It was very dark.
And very quiet.
A damp, rotten odor filled his nostrils, reminiscent of some meat decomposing deep within the duct, emitting a fishy and sour smell that was repulsive.
It immediately conjured up unpleasant thoughts.
Yan Chuan felt a bit nauseous.
His lips turned pale as he moved slowly, using both hands and feet to shift forward, careful not to touch anything he shouldn’t.
Perhaps fortune was on his side; there was nothing odd in the duct he had chosen.
But that smell lingered in his nostrils.
Tang Zhen naturally caught the scent and stayed close to Yan Chuan: “There’s something in the duct.”
The duct was very quiet, so even slight movements sounded magnified. Tang Zhen lowered his voice, and echoes swirled in the winding, deep duct.
Yan Chuan, walking ahead, couldn’t see Tang Zhen’s expression and could only nod randomly.
“Just move forward and turn left.” Tang Zhen calculated their position and guided Yan Chuan.
“I know…” Before Yan Chuan could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped.
Tang Zhen continued moving forward, and due to their close distance, he bumped directly into Yan Chuan.
Using the light from the flashlight, he saw a pale face full of panic.
Two soft, pert mounds pressed against his face.
Unaware and unguarded, the high bridge of his nose pressed directly against the slight gap in Yan Chuan’s thin clothing.
Author’s note:
I’m a bit too much.
The next chapter will go live, thank you to everyone who read this part, please support!
Chapter 23: Apartment 13
[This is a face-slap.]
[A little perverse, but I love watching! Reward a few coins 100*2]
[I suspect he let Yan Chuan go first just for this… was he watching all the way through? Good or bad…]
[Wuu wuu wuu, it’s the wife’s little… soft and delicate. Looks so perky, sneakily pinching it twice.]
[I’m perverted, let me lick it twice.]
In that moment of collision, Yan Chuan clearly felt the high bridge of Tang Zhen’s nose.
His back stiffened, almost losing grip on the flashlight as the beam shook wildly in the dark duct, creating a strangely tense atmosphere.
Though the ventilation duct was spacious enough, fitting two adult-sized men was somewhat challenging, so they were one in front and one behind, with Yan Chuan leading the way holding the flashlight.
There was only one flashlight and its illumination range was limited. For safety, they stayed very close, which also meant once Yan Chuan paused, their current position became quite awkward.
Tang Zhen, not knowing what to do, seemed stunned by the unexpected contact and didn’t instantly pull away to create distance between them.
His breathing was even and regular, yet his nose twitched slightly as he moved forward imperceptibly.
In that secretive and dim space, it was silent, save for the faint sound of fabric rubbing against fabric.
This undoubtedly intensified the sensation; Yan Chuan felt an electric current shooting from his tailbone straight to his crown, swallowing back the words he almost spoke, and his shoulders began to tremble slightly.
What a strange feeling…
Yan Chuan tried to curl himself into a corner of the duct, his entire body tensing, even the arches of his feet became taut.
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