Yan Chuan stood nervously at the edge of the bed, his gaze lowered as he distractedly considered looking at the photos under the bed.
Tang Zhen was tidy and clean in his clothing, even managing a faint smile as his eyes carelessly fell upon the photos thrown on the floor.
Yan Chuan noticed Tang Zhen’s gaze, which made him even more anxious.
“I…” he began to speak, but was interrupted by Tang Zhen, who asked, “Did you see everything?”
The directness of the question caught Yan Chuan off guard, leaving him unsure of how to respond.
Feeling a bit flustered, he lifted his head to look at Tang Zhen.
Tang Zhen’s expression was indifferent as he bent over to pick up a stack of photos and placed them on the bed.
Yan Chuan had no choice but to follow his movements.
Not looking was one thing, but upon glancing, he discovered that there were different types of photos inside.
Besides the one where he was wearing that outfit, there were all sorts of images, including some where faces were barely captured.
Yan Chuan’s keen eyes caught a glimpse of a somewhat blurry photo that was undoubtedly taken secretly, most likely from the staircase.
In broad daylight, the photo depicted two people openly kissing in the hallway.
One person was slender and slightly shorter, embraced by a much taller man, almost in a half-hug position.
A beautifully elongated neck faced the camera, with the body slightly turned away, appearing somewhat reluctant. A darker-skinned hand gripped the slender shoulder tightly, indicating just how forcefully the person kissing him was holding on.
Though the photograph was blurry and the faces were not clear, it was easy to envision the soft, full lips being kissed with urgency and force, even to the point where the delicate lip bead seemed swollen.
The photo only captured from the chest up, leaving one to wonder what else was occurring just out of frame, whether the slender waist was being gripped or if the kiss was so intense it felt as if one would perish without it.
It was the day when he borrowed the excuse of fixing the plumbing to knock on the door and the next day came looking for him.
Yan Chuan vividly remembered that day; his counterfeit husband had just left, still bearing the imprint of his kiss on his cheek. He was immediately pulled into a deserted area outside by a wild man, who then kissed him recklessly.
His lips had become swollen from the kiss, making the memory even more vivid.
It was hard not to think about it; looking at this photo, taken who knows when, made Yan Chuan’s pale cheeks flush a subtle red.
Why did Tang Zhen even take pictures of him kissing another man?
Was he really that twisted?
Yan Chuan’s thoughts were in disarray, while Tang Zhen continued flipping through the photos, sliding to the next one.
The next photo seemed to have been taken in a bathroom.
“When was this taken?” Yan Chuan raised his head, looking even more anxious.
His eyes were still foggy, filled with unshed tears, and the slightly upward curve of his eyes appeared wet and red, exuding an alluring beauty.
Tang Zhen answered matter-of-factly, “It was taken when you were discussing a collaboration.”
He held the photo up, gently brushing his finger over the smooth surface, and remarked, “It’s really beautiful.”
Yan Chuan felt his face heat up even more.
Was Tang Zhen referring to the photo being beautifully shot, or something else beautiful?
Was he complimenting the one where he appeared in the bathroom, all wrapped in mist, with his hair damp?
He pursed his lips, contemplating for a long while, ultimately unable to resist asking for the photo back.
“Give it to me…” Yan Chuan looked down, not daring to meet Tang Zhen’s gaze, his voice barely above a whisper, “Please stop looking at it…”
He realized there were things even more outrageous than photos of him kissing another man.
But Tang Zhen did not relent; he turned the photo in his palm, an ambiguous smile playing on his lips, “Why not?”
He bit back with, “This is my room, and those are my photos. Why should I give them to someone else?”
Facing Yan Chuan’s incredulous expression, Tang Zhen slowly explained, “If you take them away, I won’t be able to sleep at night.”
[Well, how shameless!]
[Hey, send me a copy, hurry (reaches out)]
[Other competitors’ perspectives won’t be blocked, how did I forget that, sob sob sob, but besides the self, it seems his live stream can’t be seen either]
[#Tang might become the biggest winner#]
The implication that he couldn’t sleep at night meant he needed to look at his own photos… to fall asleep?
Yan Chuan suddenly envisioned many unsavory things.
His face turned both pale and red as he stared at Tang Zhen’s palm for a long while, instinctively replying, “No way!”
Receiving Tang Zhen’s puzzled look, Yan Chuan grew more agitated, retorting, “No means no!”
How could he let a man hold onto those kinds of photos of him while doing such things?
In his agitation, Yan Chuan momentarily forgot just how far the situation had escalated. His voice raised slightly, he stepped forward toward Tang Zhen, attempting to snatch the photo back.
But Tang Zhen seized the opportunity to clasp his wrist.
With the photo still not retrieved, his hand was held tightly, Yan Chuan pressed his lips together, “Let go.”
He moved his wrist, grateful that Tang Zhen hadn’t applied much force. Yan Chuan shrugged free of Tang Zhen’s grip and distanced himself.
Seeing him move away slightly, Tang Zhen chuckled, “What are you hiding from?”
Yan Chuan watched him warily.
Under normal circumstances, Tang Zhen would never say such things; at the very least, he would put on a good front to win Yan Chuan’s trust.
But for some reason, upon realizing that Yan Chuan found out about the “photos,” he seemed too lazy to pretend anymore.
Yan Chuan ignored him, and Tang Zhen settled into a chair on his own.
He relaxed, crossing his long legs comfortably, watching Yan Chuan’s wary expression fixed on him.
Tang Zhen smiled lightly, his gaze shifting to the slightly oversized collar of Yan Chuan’s shirt, offering a friendly reminder, “Your collar.”
What about the collar?
Yan Chuan instinctively reached to check his collar but then hesitated, suspecting Tang Zhen was being intentional, “What’s wrong?”
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