The bite mark quickly turned red, and the tip of his tongue licked over it, clearly moistening the area.
Yan Chuan looked around in confusion, subconsciously gazing in the direction of his husband.
Even though his husband was just an NPC in a variety show, he had truly left a reliable and good impression on Yan Chuan during this time.
He didn’t understand why, but his first instinct upon encountering a problem was to check on his husband.
The outline of the man was clearly defined under the light, with prominent brow bones and deep-set eyes. His eyelids were closed, and his lashes cast a delicate shadow on the bridge of his well-defined nose.
His brows knitted slightly, as if disturbed, yet he kept his eyes shut.
Why hasn’t he woken up yet…
Yan Chuan let out a small whimper, nuzzling against his husband’s chest like a little cat.
In the past, whenever he got close to the man, his husband would gently embrace him and plant a kiss on his forehead.
The man, much taller and stronger than Yan Chuan, could easily support him with just his forearms, his strength was immense, and Yan Chuan could not escape his grip at all.
But now, his husband was still asleep, utterly undisturbed, and unable to provide him any protection.
Tears welled up in Yan Chuan’s eyes, and tears began to cling to his lashes, unknowingly smearing the collar of the man’s shirt.
“Why is my wife biting herself? Come here! (Rolls up sleeves) Bite me!”
“The baby’s face is so red, give the baby a kiss!”
“Ah! Which dead boss scared my wife? The baby is just a very small, sickly kitten. How can anyone bully the baby?!”
“I’m lying on my bed, tears streaming five hundred meters away, spinning like a crazy tornado, unable to understand why my wife isn’t mine! Why?!”
“I’m done, why is this husband still sleeping like a dead person?”
“What’s wrong?” The husband’s voice suddenly echoed in Yan Chuan’s ear, with a pair of hands steadying his waist, “Still not asleep?”
Yan Chuan looked up in confusion, his taut nerves abruptly snapping.
He met his husband’s pitch-black eyes.
His husband was awake.
The man, who should have been in deep slumber, had no idea when he had opened his eyes, his gaze clear as if he had never slept at all.
If Yan Chuan were clearer-headed at this moment, he would have easily deduced that his husband hadn’t really been asleep. However, he was now feeling dizzy, his vision blurry, unable to discern anything.
He simply felt a sense of shame quietly creeping in.
His husband’s brows were heavy, his clothing tidy, not even a single button undone. Yet Yan Chuan had rolled up his pant legs, sweat from struggling clinging to his back.
And he was still leaning on the man.
It was utterly embarrassing.
The husband’s sleeping posture was neat, with both hands crossed in front of him. But now, his posture felt a bit awkward, his arms forced downward because Yan Chuan was sitting on him unapologetically.
Yan Chuan naturally had no answer to his husband’s question because his position was one where he was practically straddling him, his legs apart, his inner thighs brushing against his husband’s sleepwear.
That particularly soft area pressed against the man’s waist, shifting subtly with the change in position, forming an imprint.
The husband had a strong waist and abdomen, and even when his muscles were relaxed, they felt somewhat hard, the soft flesh being pressed against. Yan Chuan had to rely on his husband’s hands for support to maintain his balance.
“Finally awake, why does it feel like he’s so composed? Is he doing this on purpose?”
“I want to recommend Yan Bao’s livestream to the world; watching the beautiful wife interact with various men is mesmerizing!”
“Seeing this reminds me of the plumber, who is currently progressing the slowest, thinking he got an enormous advantage…”
“Whoever it is, as long as I can see the beautiful wife!”
Yan Chuan locked eyes with his husband’s dark, profound gaze and felt a buzz in his mind.
Before he could think of a response, he heard his husband ask, “Hmm? Why are you crying?”
Crying?
It was only when the coarse pad of a finger brushed the corner of his eye that Yan Chuan realized he truly had been crying.
The thin eyelids were gently rubbed by his husband’s fingertip, softly wiping away the tears at the corners of his eyes.
Yan Chuan looked up along his husband’s wrist and caught a glimpse of a water stain at his collar.
That was from when he had just nuzzled against him.
While being touched by something invisible that squeezed tears from him, he had buried his face in his husband’s shoulder, rubbing against him in a series of sobs.
He had stained his husband’s clothes.
The realization made Yan Chuan’s heart clench, and the mist in his eyes thickened.
His eyes were slightly round, with clear distinctions between the whites and the blacks, and his long lashes were so dark that they would easily give one the impression of being “clean” and “pure.” Yet, the uplift of his outer eyes subtly drew a charming curve, hinting at countless enticing traits.
With his snow-white skin contrasting against his deep black brows and lashes, and the blush at the corners of his eyes, it was even more captivating.
A beautiful, delicate lady had her shoulders tensed, her lower back gripped by the man’s palm, soft and fragile, almost breaking in his embrace.
She trembled slightly, seeming weak and helpless, as if hiding in her husband’s arms was the only way to find some safety.
With tear-filled eyes from being bullied, she could only seek protection from her husband.
“Did you have a nightmare?” The husband gently wiped away Yan Chuan’s tears, meticulous about not missing a single droplet on his lashes. His actions were tender and slow, as if he were handling fragile porcelain, fearful of causing him pain: “Were you scared?”
Yan Chuan nodded and shook his head: “It was a nightmare.”
He added, “But I wasn’t scared.”
His husband’s lips curved slightly as he patted Yan Chuan’s back, teasingly saying, “Then why are you holding onto me so tightly?”
There seemed to be a hint of teasing in his words, and Yan Chuan’s cheeks flushed as he remembered that he hadn’t gotten off the man yet.
Moreover, was that thing gone?
Yan Chuan touched his own back, confirming that the icy, slick sensation from earlier had faded away, and he silently let out a sigh of relief.
He bit his lip and shifted his gaze to his husband, who he was still sitting on.
Not yet certain of the relationship between the thing and “husband,” he wondered if he should get off him now.
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