The one who understands him the most is not anyone but himself; they are essentially one person!
“Why are you doing this?” Is it really that funny to see him chasing someone?
Cen Chen, his face pale, asked with a tremor.
At times like this, it’s necessary to hand over the initiative to the other party. Otherwise, with his suspicious nature, he would definitely doubt the feelings between them. The earlier they resolve the conflict, the easier it becomes.
Ye Qiu stated that he certainly wasn’t nervous; it would be impossible in this lifetime.
He pleaded pitifully, “But if I don’t do this, you won’t play games with me.”
After saying that, he looked at him accusingly, as if he was the one at fault.
What a clever reversal!
“Back then, if others invited you to do the hero mission, would you have agreed?”
Probably… probably he would have; after all, it was for the costume.
Cen Chen had nothing to say and scratched his head to cover his embarrassment. He couldn’t exactly say that he suspected him of being a telecom fraudster at that time.
His guilty appearance caused Ye Qiu to widen his eyes, “When I chatted with you using my alternate account, you replied happily every day. When I called you with my main account, you never responded.”
“If that’s the case, I guess I’ll leave.”
The little puppy beside him acted spoiled and jealous, appearing like a beauty emerging from the bath.
Cen Chen’s heart skipped a beat as he incredulously watched Ye Qiu, dressed in a bathrobe, heading for the door. “Where are you going?”
“Of course, I’m going to where I need to be. Besides, it seems you don’t want to pay attention to me.” Ye Qiu said sulkily, subtly loosening his bathrobe to draw his gaze, his small movements filled with cunning.
Cen Chen watched the little one with a headache, but also felt relieved. “So you used an alternate account because I wasn’t paying attention to you?”
A suspicious person is also the easiest to imagine. As long as he implied the reason for doing so, he could find a reasonable excuse for himself.
Ye Qiu turned his head in frustration and remained silent, secretly laughing, “That dream has been haunting me. If you don’t help me, fine, but why are you still angry with me?”
(Lu Yingmeng: I’m not, I didn’t, what a baseless accusation; is there no one to take care of this?)
Taking several deep breaths to clear his mind, Cen Chen could hardly resist the sight of his sad little boyfriend whose shoulders were shaking from holding back tears. His expression finally returned to normal as he bit his lip and softly asked, “So did you do those things just to annoy me?”
Cen Chen blinked. The change in this person started when they were playing the statue game together. He had always wondered why this person suddenly became clingy, which made him believe what He Yebai said, thinking he was a fraud.
Now he realized that this was the first time the little boy was chasing someone, and no wonder he came up with those annoying tactics, which was no different from kindergarten boys pulling girls’ hair for attention. He remembered how clumsily Ye Qiu used his alternate account to teach him those childish dating methods and couldn’t help but smile sweetly.
As long as this person was deceiving his feelings, nothing else mattered. Moreover, the cute little boyfriend, who was jealous about which account mattered more, was also adorable.
Cen Chen pulled him playfully, “Just because I found out about your alternate account, you want to leave?”
With a sharp tug, the already incomplete bathrobe was even more scant.
Ye Qiu held down a corner of his bathrobe, as if maintaining his last shred of dignity.
Seeing him silent, Cen Chen continued, “Hmm?”
“Can you please not be angry?”
Ye Qiu remained unmoved, appearing cold-hearted and indifferent.
Cen Chen sighed dramatically, pretending to be disappointed, his gaze fixed on the figure beside him, “You weren’t like this before; you were so gentle with me.”
“You would never ignore me…”
Sure enough, the little boyfriend turned his head. Cen Chen secretly mused: he’s still easy to coax.
However…
“Cough, even if I found out your little secret, there’s no need to be angry~” Cen Chen joked, testing the waters dangerously.
Ye Qiu was almost startled by his words, pausing before leaning forward—everyone has their limits, and if he didn’t warn Cen Chen now, he might just tear the roof off.
Yesterday night’s lesson was quickly forgotten today.
“Since you did something wrong, you need to receive some punishment,” Ye Qiu’s gaze turned serious.
Now Cen Chen realized the danger and instinctively retreated, propping himself up, “Punishment?”
His eyes showed signs of nervousness, while his heart held a hint of expectation; the notion of love is all about restraint was just an excuse to coax someone to share a room.
Ye Qiu pushed him onto the bed, propping himself on his arms as he looked at him, “The reason you called me here is precisely for this, and now that you regret it, it’s too late. Even if you resist, it won’t help; it will only excite me more.”
Saying he wasn’t scared would be a lie, but he was somewhat looking forward to it. Of course, on the surface, he still put up an appearance of bravery, closing his eyes and waiting for Ye Qiu’s next move.
“Hmph.” Ye Qiu chuckled at his fearful yet expectant expression, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, “Don’t be afraid; I’ll let you off this time.”
Even though he was trembling, he still dared to invite him.
Cen Chen was already prepared for something indescribable, watching Ye Qiu getting up to dry his hair, momentarily lost in thought.
No way, is this really the end?
It’s uncertain whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
Lying in bed, Cen Chen slowly savored the sweet memories flooding his heart. Was it really so easy to let go just because he said love is restraint?
This feeling was different from what he thought was unilateral affection; it wasn’t about one person chasing another, with one giving and the other receiving more. Rather, there was a mutual sweetness that could only be achieved with both parties striving to be together.
What should have been an exhilarating night passed quietly.
In a half-dream, half-awake state, Cen Chen felt as if he had forgotten something important and fell back into a deep sleep.
The next day, the two drove to work as usual.
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