Dan Qi looks down on him, and naturally, Tang Zhen also thinks Dan Qi has little sense.
Just because he gained a little advantage, he brags about it, fearing others know nothing at all.
Moreover…
Tang Zhen reached out and unconsciously touched his own nose bridge with his fingertip.
He doesn’t believe that a few kisses are a rare reward.
Tang Zhen’s expression darkened.
He preferred to see Yan Chuan, clearly taken advantage of, blushing and embarrassed.
“What are you all doing here…”
Yan Chuan stood at the doorway, and when he saw Dan Qi and Tang Zhen both outside, his pupils dilated momentarily.
The two tall men arrived at his door almost simultaneously, standing one left and one right, making Yan Chuan, who was caught in the middle, look particularly frail.
Like a poor little cat squeezed between two large black-backed dogs.
Yan Chuan looked up, frowning slightly: “Why is everyone here?”
Is there no timeline to keep?
“We’re here to see you,” Dan Qi spoke first.
He put his hand between the door and Yan Chuan, using his height to force his way in.
The door let out a screech and was pushed open by Dan Qi’s strength.
Yan Chuan’s fingers, pressed against the door, were pried open, and Dan Qi grabbed his wrist, pulling him into the house.
This man showed no awareness of being in someone else’s home, boldly taking a seat, with Tang Zhen following him inside.
Just as Yan Chuan pursed his lips, wanting to say something, Tang Zhen had already closed the door.
Dan Qi and Tang Zhen, familiar with the route, made their way to the living room.
Yan Chuan looked at the two men sitting comfortably on the couch and inexplicably sighed in relief.
Thankfully, they chose a time when his husband wasn’t home.
He realized he was thinking about this, and his face silently turned red.
Otherwise, it would have been awkward.
The relationship between Dan Qi and Tang Zhen wasn’t good; one sat on Yan Chuan’s left, the other on his right, without exchanging a single glance.
The sofa was small, unable to seat three adults comfortably, forcing them to squeeze together.
But the oblivious men didn’t notice they were encroaching on Yan Chuan’s space, their long legs stretched out at will, causing him to awkwardly bring his legs together.
His slender calves pressed together, causing a little softness to spill out.
Yan Chuan felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward, but the other two men did not share that sentiment.
“Your injury,” Tang Zhen asked, “have you taken care of it?”
Yan Chuan nodded.
Last night, he cleverly avoided his husband’s questions and had him apply medicine, which nearly eased his bruise.
Although it hurt a bit, it was much better after a night’s rest.
Tang Zhen smiled at Yan Chuan: “That’s good. I didn’t think to ask you about it yesterday, so I thought I would come by today to check.”
Yan Chuan shook his head, speaking softly: “It’s not your fault.”
Dan Qi, realizing they were discussing something he didn’t know about, paused, his brow furrowing: “What injury? How did it happen?”
How could he not know?
When did Tang Zhen and Yan Chuan become so close!
Dan Qi looked as though he was facing a formidable enemy.
Seeing that expression from Dan Qi frightened Yan Chuan, fearing he would make a scene and attract attention, so he hurriedly explained in a whisper: “I went to check around Room 5 yesterday and bumped into something while climbing through the ventilation duct.”
“Where did you bump into?” Dan Qi’s focus wasn’t on the potential clues at Room 5, his brow knitting as he immediately reached for Yan Chuan’s clothes: “Let me see.”
“Wait!” Yan Chuan’s face flushed at his instinctive action, quickly batting his hand away: “What are you doing?!”
Afraid he might touch his knee, he was wearing a long skirt for the first time, with only a thin layer of fabric that Dan Qi could easily lift.
Yan Chuan knew Dan Qi’s personality was no different from a domesticated dog, even less obedient, so he could only hold Dan Qi’s hand, preventing him from moving.
After a crisp “smack,” Dan Qi indeed stopped moving.
The delicate white palm of Yan Chuan rested on Dan Qi’s dark, large hand, contrasting starkly.
But he looked down, staring intently at Yan Chuan’s hand.
Yan Chuan thought he might be a little mad that he slapped him, so he explained: “It’s not serious, there’s just a bruise on my knee, and I’ve already treated it.”
“Did he treat it for you?” Tang Zhen suddenly spoke up.
Yan Chuan’s attention was still on Dan Qi, and he was taken aback at the question, only then realizing who Tang Zhen meant by “he.”
“Yes,” Yan Chuan always felt a little tense when facing Tang Zhen, perhaps because the scene in the ventilation duct was still vivid in his mind: “My husband treated it for me.”
Tang Zhen nodded: “That’s good.”
Yet, Yan Chuan felt inexplicably awkward.
How strange.
As fellow contestants in this survival variety show, he had to refer to the NPC as his husband in front of the other two men.
Yan Chuan shook his head, casting aside the odd sensation, and said to Dan Qi: “We found a child’s corpse near the ventilation duct by Room 5 yesterday; it seems related to the clues. Do you want to go take a look?”
Perhaps going back for the second time would unveil new leads.
When it came to the mission, Dan Qi had no choice but to shift his gaze away from Yan Chuan: “Alright, let’s go check it out.”
The three of them avoided the NPC’s sight and approached the dark duct entrance.
“I’ll take a look,” Dan Qi volunteered, intending to show off his usefulness compared to Tang Zhen, “You two wait outside.”
Yan Chuan and Tang Zhen awaited outside while also keeping an eye out for anyone who might discover them sneaking around.
After a while, Dan Qi crawled out from the dark hole.
“It’s gone.”
His expression was not good, and he only spoke those words to Tang Zhen and Yan Chuan.
Gone.
Yan Chuan repeated what Dan Qi said, widening his eyes slightly: “How could that be…”
Dan Qi wiped the dust from his forehead, responding heavily: “At the spot you mentioned, there’s nothing left, just a pool of black, slimy substance.”
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