Yan Chuan felt that he had gone too far.
Last night in the bathroom, the walls were covered in water droplets, completely unable to find any foothold, and he had tightly embraced someone, pouring heated kisses on their lips and corners.
Yan Chuan, feeling a little scared, softly asked to be put down, but he merely pretended not to hear, doing as he pleased.
Indeed, it was too much.
This thought ran through her husband’s mind, and he displayed a rare look of helplessness.
This was normal after all; it was him who had overstepped, so it was only right to be complained about a little.
However, even though he knew it would anger her, at that time he couldn’t think to hold back. With the soft jade in his arms, he left his marks on her snow-white, tender skin.
But admitting one’s wrongs is one thing; whether one will change is another matter.
“Okay,” the broodingly handsome man nodded, behaving like every husband who has faced complaints from his wife, showing a very good attitude in admitting his mistakes: “Don’t be angry, I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight.”
He wanted to say more, perhaps to explain his misdeeds from last night, but his angry wife, not wanting to hear any more, simply replied with an “hm” before directly slamming the door.
With a loud “bang,” the man found himself completely locked outside.
The “husband” outside seemed taken aback that the door was closed without a word and stood at the door for a while.
Was he really just going to be locked outside?
The tall man lingered, staring at his hands for a moment.
To his surprise, the door opened again, but this time instead of seeing his wife’s beautiful face, he was greeted by the sudden sight of a blanket thrown over him.
His eyebrows twitched.
That was the blanket he had used at night.
His wife liked to wrap herself in the blanket to sleep, and when he pulled her in, she would complain a little, asking him not to steal her blanket.
Staring at the simple pattern on the blanket, the husband’s gaze turned deep and dim.
Alright, now it could be confirmed that he would have to squeeze onto the sofa tonight.
Holding the blanket that Yan Chuan had tossed out, he obediently went to the living room.
His footsteps were slow, and one could imagine the slightly lonely figure of the man.
Because of his excessive actions, he ended up sleeping on the sofa with the blanket.
Leaving his beautiful, angry wife to sleep alone.
[How kind my wife is, kicking me out to the sofa but still giving me the blanket.]
[Why, oh why, did she open the door to give me the blanket? Is she worried this big guy will get cold?]
[Alright, the wild man has been chased away; now I can have the whole bed to myself!]
[My bed is large; my wife can sleep with me!]
In the bedroom just a wall apart, Yan Chuan’s back pressed against the cold wall as he slowly squatted down, feeling drained.
He buried his face in his knees, his eyes closed in a bit of fear.
Confused thoughts in his mind gradually cleared up.
Based on how the “husband” reacted, he probably still didn’t know he had uncovered his true identity.
He might still be pondering why she was so angry.
Yan Chuan let out a sigh and hugged his knees.
But regardless of what the “husband” was thinking, he had to find a reason to kick the man out to sleep.
Sleeping with the nominal “husband” from the script was somewhat normal, but the man outside, whose identity didn’t match, claimed to be his legal husband and came back every night to sleep with him.
Even though Yan Chuan had witnessed many strange things in the escape show, he felt unable to lay at ease with a man next to him.
First, he feared getting caught sooner or later, and secondly…
It seemed to imply that he was a rather casual person, that anyone could sleep with him.
Whether it was the real “husband,” a fake one, or two lovers, they could all do this and that with him…
Yan Chuan felt a bit flushed at his own imagination.
Wait!
Yan Chuan shook his head, pushing those strange thoughts out of his mind.
In any case, he managed to find a reason to send the man out to sleep.
Yan Chuan looked at the empty bedroom, listened to the sounds in the living room, and rubbed his brow.
During the day, he confirmed Zhou Wu’s hidden identity, realizing that he had private connections with Liang Xin in the script.
But that young man discovered in Room 5, what was his identity?
Yan Chuan began to ponder.
He was said to be a contestant, but this opening was too unlucky; it took seven or eight days for others to discover he existed, basically kept locked in the room without being able to call for help.
If he were an NPC… then that didn’t make sense either.
Zhou Wu and Liang Xin were in the human trafficking business, and this type of business likely wouldn’t target able-bodied young men, making failure very likely.
Did they also keep people locked in an apartment, afraid their business would be discovered?
A child’s corpse in the ventilation ducts seemed more reasonable.
But, the escape show didn’t really get to the level of tricking children into the script, right?
Yan Chuan opened his eyes, staring at the pitch-black ceiling for a long while, not able to make sense of things.
Thinking too much was pointless; it was better to rest first.
With that thought in mind, he slowly closed his eyes.
The familiar chill crept in.
Yan Chuan woke up from his dreams, blinking in confusion as he stared into the darkness of the bedroom for quite a while.
What was going on?
A cold hand touched his shoulder, and his nightgown slipped off in a dream, revealing his snow-white shoulders and delicate collarbone.
The blanket was haphazardly covering him, with his lower legs exposed to the slightly cool air.
Um…
Yan Chuan curled up, his rounded toes sinking into the sheets, leaving little dents behind. Even his calves were trembling, creating a graceful curve.
He tried to struggle, but the tightly wrapped blanket from earlier made movement difficult; Yan Chuan thought he had shifted a great distance, but it was just a minor wiggle, pushing him instead into the corner of the wall.
The bed was placed right against the corner, and by squeezing into the corner, there was really nowhere left to hide.
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