“Therefore,” someone started, although it was unclear who: “You…”
The sentence was left unfinished, but Yanchuan understood what they were curious about. His voice was barely a whisper: “So, I ended up sitting on him…”
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Chapter 26: Apartment 13
The living room was extraordinarily quiet.
The sofa was narrow and small, originally meant for just one person, but it now squeezed three people onto it.
On either side sat a handsome guy with a slightly darker skin tone and a buzz cut, his brows sharp, especially lively at the corners of his eyes; the other was gentle-looking and attractive, radiating an aura that easily made others feel fond of him.
For some unknown reason, these two men sat together, both gazing at the person trapped between them.
That person was thinner than either of them, entirely concealed by their bodies. From a distance, only a half of a snow-white face could be seen, with lips fresh and rosy.
Even the slight exposure of skin carried an inexplicable allure.
He looked rather pitiful as he was squeezed, his legs pressed tightly together, and his hands crossed on his knees, occupying the smallest space possible. But still, the two tall men seemed unsatisfied, stretching their long legs and brushing their pant legs against the delicate calves that were visible.
Even worse, for some reason, two slightly dark hands rested on his legs.
The thin skirt was pure white, making the contrast even more pronounced.
When Yanchuan uttered his previous words, he sensed the strange atmosphere.
Why were Shanqu and Tangzhen both staring at him?
And with such gazes…
The two tall men squished him in the middle, leaning in from both sides to look at him.
Their stares felt tangible, as if they wanted to see right through him, a strong sense of pressure he couldn’t articulate.
Unconsciously, Yanchuan shrank back, leaning against the soft sofa, his knees pressing together even tighter.
Were his words inappropriate?
Yanchuan bit his lip, about to correct himself when he heard Shanqu asking, “What was his reaction?”
“Ah?”
Yanchuan suddenly showed a confused expression, his lips slightly parted.
What reaction?
But Shanqu frowned, seemingly very concerned about this question, while Tangzhen also cast an inquisitive gaze.
Yanchuan, steeling himself, replied, “There… wasn’t much of a reaction?”
What did Shanqu mean by reaction?
He murmured to himself, unsure of what Shanqu was referring to. Yet, his cheeks were already flushed, and beads of sweat were forming on his smooth forehead, so he could only say, “That’s not the main point.”
To avoid having Shanqu unwittingly ask another awkward question, Yanchuan continued, “I realized that when I got close to him, the ghostly entity couldn’t reach me for a moment.”
Yanchuan naturally couldn’t explain this issue thoroughly, but he thought of what had happened last night, as well as his handsome husband’s dark, brooding expression when looking up at him… He clenched his fists, his voice growing softer: “Then I felt really bad… so I ended up climbing onto him.”
“And then he comforted me… I was afraid of being exposed, so I explained that I had a nightmare.”
Stumbling over his words, Yanchuan almost buried his head in his chest.
Help, why did retelling an encounter with a ghost turn into something so strange?
“Was he still asleep at that time?” Tangzhen suddenly asked, his tone notably serious.
Yanchuan almost bit his tongue and hurriedly nodded: “Yes…”
Tangzhen now seemed like a researcher facing a tricky problem, showing an unswerving seriousness: “Are you sure?”
“If he wasn’t really asleep and was just pretending to close his eyes,” Tangzhen continued, “he might have heard your suffering noises and was intentionally waiting for you to get close to him?”
Yanchuan froze, his lips parting slightly, allowing the two men in front of him to have a good view of his moist, red tongue.
Tangzhen looked at the bewildered Yanchuan, continuing: “He’s not a contestant; you can’t judge his thoughts by logic. But he behaves like a genuinely reliable husband in front of you. Don’t you find that strange?”
It was very strange… Yanchuan heard Tangzhen say: “In the scripts I’ve played, there are no NPCs that are this friendly towards contestants. Even when playing roles, contestants tend to be targeted more by the ghostly entities.”
“Meeting someone who is so convincingly sincere and genuinely wants to be your husband, like you have…” Tangzhen took his time, a flicker of enigmatic light in his eyes: “That’s really rare.”
He waved his hand and concluded: “Of course, it’s also possible I’m being too hasty; why don’t you start by explaining the details of your relationship with him?”
The reaction that the plumber mentioned… is it what I think it is?
This has to emphasize the charm of our Yanchuan.
You brat are jealous too; your wife is so charming, and you sound so sour.
Pretty wife, caught between a sandwich, hehe.
Compared to Shanqu, Tangzhen’s tone was, of course, more relaxed, but Yanchuan always felt a restless discomfort when facing him, an indescribable awkwardness.
It was the kind of feeling where he was afraid of being seen through, very apprehensive about any form of contact.
Now, Tangzhen was asking about the details of his relationship with his “husband” in that tone…
Yanchuan for a moment didn’t know what to say.
This was the first script he entered, without any reference, he naturally had no idea how contestants and NPCs should interact.
He understood the inherently opposing relationship between contestants and NPCs, but the survival variety show gave him very vague information, and his “husband” was so naturally affectionate with him that he almost forgot he was in a survival reality show.
The details of their interactions… Yanchuan almost bit his tongue; there were indeed some things that were not convenient to discuss.
Yet, Shanqu and Tangzhen both stared at him intensely, their gazes piercing, seemingly unwilling to let it go until they heard his answer.
Yanchuan had no choice but to brace himself and speak up.
“He treats me pretty well…” he searched his mind, trying to make his words accurate yet tactful: “He works during the day, cooks at home, and when he returns in the evening, he makes meals and brings me some fruits or snacks.”