“Why are you wearing this today?” the husband asked, wrapping his arm around his beautiful wife’s slim waist, accepting the kiss she initiated. “Isn’t it hot?”
Yan Chuan felt a slight itch from his husband’s chin and turned his gaze slightly away. “It’s not hot; the evening breeze is cool.”
The husband didn’t say much more, lingering in the entrance with his delicate and lovely wife before they finally entered the house.
He had stopped by the store after work to buy ingredients, selecting things that Yan Chuan liked, and even brought some fruit.
A good husband should know his wife’s preferences and quirks well.
The sound of running water echoed from the kitchen as Yan Chuan watched the tall, handsome man put on a small apron that contrasted with his usual aura, skillfully washing ingredients to prepare dinner.
He glanced over and asked if there was anything he could help with.
Actually, Yan Chuan was just maintaining his “gentle” persona. If pressed to assist, he would admit to being inept.
Fortunately, the husband only asked him to wash some fruit while he waited patiently, nibbling away at the fruit he was cleaning.
“Don’t eat too much,” the husband cautioned. “Dinner will be ready soon.”
Yan Chuan nodded, consuming the fruit slowly by the side.
His eating manner was elegant, and he took his time. The sweet, sticky juice colored his lips a bright red.
His snow-white cheeks rounded, contrasting with the vivid hue of his lips. With his eyes lowered while eating, he seemed obedient and earnest.
Compared to the juicy fresh fruit, he looked more like a delicious little pastry.
The truth was, Yan Chuan wore long sleeves to conceal the bruises on his arms.
He had only realized his short sleeves earlier that afternoon when he heard Tang Zhen mention they had to check the ventilation shaft. Upon seeing the dirty ducts, he recalled his attire.
Yan Chuan’s skin was fair and sensitive. Bumping around, he ended up with bruises not only on his knees but also on his elbows.
The bruises on his elbows were easier to hide, but the ones on his knees… Yan Chuan stared at the bruises, struggling to think of a way to explain them to his husband.
Saying he bumped into a table or chair wouldn’t suffice… Yan Chuan frowned; who could possibly bump both knees at once?
Or could he say he was just naturally clumsy and ended up with these injuries for no reason?
When he returned, he sat on the sofa for a while, his thoughts tangled in confusion.
But he couldn’t just tell his husband he had crawled through the ventilation shaft for a long time.
Speaking of the ventilation shaft, his mind turned to Tang Zhen again.
A flush crept into his cheeks, this time from anger.
Although Tang Zhen’s expression was composed when he emerged from the duct—just discussing script background deductions—Yan Chuan still couldn’t help but steal glances at Tang Zhen’s face.
And there, he caught sight of the prominent bridge of Tang Zhen’s nose, bringing memories of what had transpired not long ago.
It was maddening…
With the good lighting outside, Yan Chuan could see Tang Zhen’s handsome features clearly. Starting from his deep-set brow bones down to his sharp nose and slightly upturned tip.
In the pitch-black duct, they had briefly come into contact at an indescribable spot and had brushed against it.
Yan Chuan felt that whenever he saw Tang Zhen again, he would inevitably recall what occurred that afternoon.
He stifled his embarrassment and casually asked, “Are you going to take a shower when you get back?”
The duct was filthy, covered in dust; he had walked around and gotten dirt all over himself—certainly, a wash was in need.
Perhaps with a shower, he could wash away the memories of what just happened?
Yan Chuan blinked, looking toward Tang Zhen with hopeful eyes.
Tang Zhen seemed oblivious to the hint, simply returning a smile, “I’ll just clean up a little when I get back.”
He didn’t hesitate to turn a subtle hint into a direct suggestion. “Then you should wash your face well, after all…”
Before he could finish, Tang Zhen straightforwardly interjected, “After all? Are you still thinking about what just happened?”
Yan Chuan hesitated but nodded.
Tang Zhen laughed, but there was an unreadable glimmer in his eyes.
“There’s no need to worry; I didn’t feel offended.”
Yan Chuan detected something subtle in Tang Zhen’s tone.
The tall man approached Yan Chuan with a gentle smile, but his words were more suggestive than polite.
The beautiful little wife found herself cornered, confusion evident on her face.
Tang Zhen leaned closer, whispering into his delicate ear, “Perhaps this is an unusual opportunity for everyone.”
It was only when Tang Zhen finally disappeared from view that Yan Chuan realized his face had turned bright red with embarrassment.
What kind of perversion is this!
“Alright,” his husband’s voice called from the kitchen, breaking Yan Chuan’s train of thought. “It’s time to eat.”
Yan Chuan replied obediently, “Okay.”
He sat down at the table, across from his husband, and began to eat together.
Yet his mind was still preoccupied, feeling slightly absent.
“What are you thinking about?” his husband asked, placing food on his plate. “Are you feeling down?”
Yan Chuan shook his head. “No, I was just thinking about you.”
He looked at the tall, handsome man across from him, his long eyelashes casting shadows over his downturned eyes, biting his lower lip, slightly disheartened. “You work so hard every day; I feel useless at home, not able to help with anything.”
His husband replied, “How could that be…”
Yan Chuan shook his head, saying, “It’s boring at home during the day, and I can’t see you.”
He lifted his gaze, hopeful. “Can I come with you to your workplace during the day? I’d like to meet your colleagues and bosses.”
Since returning in the afternoon, Yan Chuan had also been contemplating what role his “husband” played in the script.
His “husband,” a man whose name he still didn’t know, left early and returned late every day, silent and reserved; the most remarkable aspect was having a beautiful and delicate wife at home.
The young wife was restless, having already caused him trouble in the thirteenth apartment, having put on two hats of different colors for him.
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