Chapter 1207: Millennium Love Story 12

Being hungry, tired, and sleepy, so what should I do first?

If someone with OCD heard Jin Chen's probing words, they would feel extremely conflicted and uncomfortable.

From his observations these days, Chen Zhu would never break the sequence himself.

Chen Zhu was indeed torn, lowering his eyes to think for a moment, but he didn't allow himself to ponder too long, after all Xiao Chen was still waiting for his answer.

He coaxed him, gently patting Jin Chen's neck and back; solving Jin Chen's problem felt extremely fulfilling to him, and the smile on his lips grew softer.

"I'll have the food ready soon; Xiao Chen, after you finish your bath and come out, you can eat, then go rest."

When Chen Zhu was embraced from behind by Jin Chen, he had already detached from his repressed compulsive behavior, arranging things in an orderly manner.

But he seemed unaware that even his soothing answer after thinking things over didn't change the sequence.

Jin Chen's probing was verified.

But perhaps it wasn't just compulsive behavior; there were also the empty medicine bottles found in the kitchen a few days prior, the overly frequent mood swings, and the aversion to strangers and unfamiliar scents.

Jin Chen responded with a sound, not rushing to get up, continuing to lean on Chen Zhu's shoulder, looking somewhat downcast, wondering in his heart how likely it would be to succeed in taking Chen Zhu to see a psychiatrist in the city.

He occasionally acts like this, being spoiled, and he doesn't know how satisfying this is to Chen Zhu's heart.

"The feeling of being needed" fills the heart like soil, as if connecting to some addictive bond akin to opium; a long‑dry marsh receives rain‑moisture, yet cannot be constantly soaked, so it erupts with arid heat and grows more sensitive flesh.

Chen Zhu continued his soothing posture, his soft, warm palm lightly patting and stroking; behind Jin Chen's back, he murmured two silent words, which also became the trigger for his sudden fragility today.

Bao Bao.

Chen Zhu shouted silently, not wanting Jin Chen to hear, fearing the response would be something disgusting, yet wanting to tear away this pretense altogether; beneath all his tolerance and tenderness lay his already dark‑to‑the‑core thoughts.

He had long forgotten where he first heard that word; perhaps it was earlier, in another city, where it had taken root in his heart, and Jin Chen's appearance triggered all the repressed madness.

Only that slight contact during their first meeting, which Jin Chen himself hadn't even noticed.

The embrace lasted a long time.

Jin Chen finally got enough closeness, rose to take a shower; the kitchen had no fan, and he felt uncomfortably hot.

As he rose, he felt Chen Zhu's unconscious arm tighten and hold him back, quickly then relax and drop.

Jin Chen lifted his eyes to glance at Chen Zhu's averted gaze, his eyebrows slightly raising.

Something's off, brother.

He curled the corner of his lip, then suddenly wrapped his arms around Chen Zhu's waist and pressed close again, his palm feeling the obvious abs, then moving to the chest muscles, his tone teasing.

"Speaking of which… brother, your physique is really great."

In the instant Chen Zhu zoned out, Jin Chen flirted and then bolted, clutching a change of sleepwear as he dove into the bathroom.

Chen Zhu stiffened in place, only drawing deep breaths after hearing the bathroom door close.

Like a stranded fish, his fingers trembled slightly as they clung to the spot on his chest where Jin Chen had touched, his fingertips gripping the cloth, wanting to retain a trace of warmth.

A place never touched before tends to be more sensitive.

Chen Zhu's head felt a bit dizzy, his body beneath the clothes shuddering uncontrollably, his mouth silently rolling over Jin Chen's name again and again; the more he said it, the tighter his throat grew, his eyes filling with an almost uncontrollable heat.

It was no longer something that could be eased by simple touch or hand‑holding; besides the panic and dread of being discovered, a secret resentment had arisen alongside it.

But Chen Zhu himself didn't know where that resentment came from.

Yet he lucidly allowed himself to sink deeper, making no effort to save himself, embracing it as sweet as candy.

{Villain trigger detected, Heartbeat Value 30, total 30! }

This is so stimulating; flirting then running away can trigger the Heartbeat Value.

Unaware of the danger, Jin Chen thought while taking a shower, "My wife is really still so pure!"

However, when he came out, everything began to feel a bit off.

"Xiao Chen, hurry up and come eat."

Chen Zhu had prepared a dinner for two; the portions weren't large but were plentiful, basically leaving no leftovers.

He was still smiling; Jin Chen, sitting beside him with a lemony shower‑gel scent all over him, naturally reached up to wipe the water droplets still clinging to his face.

During the meal, Jin Chen could always sense that Chen Zhu was looking at him.

But when he deliberately looked over, there was nothing; Chen Zhu continued eating on his own, and when he noticed Jin Chen's gaze, he would return a soft smile and then serve him a dish.

That amorous gaze was still caught by Jin Chen, though he didn't show it.

Before bed at night, Chen Zhu routinely applied perfume to Jin Chen, as if it had become an unspoken pre‑sleep ritual.

Jin Chen wore a sleeveless sleep shirt, lying defenseless on the mat with large swaths of his shoulders and neck exposed, scrolling on his phone, not so dull as to fail to feel Chen Zhu's overly warm hand.

Instead, it made the perfume seem ineffective.

But a Heartbeat Value of 30 is still quite effective.

Jin Chen's eyes flashed with a bright smile, yet he pretended not to have noticed anything.

Only after Chen Zhu slowly finished applying it did Jin Chen spring up, sit cross‑legged on the mat, and lift his gaze to meet Chen Zhu's, their clear eyes locking.

"I also want to help brother apply it."

"No."

Chen Zhu's reaction was almost instantaneous.

He hadn't taken his medicine that night, and after such intense emotional swings, his willpower couldn't support him through this ordeal, which felt like a poisonous rub.

Jin Chen frowned, looking at him sternly with arms crossed, "Why."

"I'm not hot, I don't attract mosquitoes, so there's no need to apply it."

Chen Zhu sat beside him; though his white undershirt showed, there was a faint scent of perfume, mingling with his soft aura.

Jin Chen leaned in to sniff; his cool brows grew increasingly unhappy, "If you won't let me apply it, just say so—what are you deceiving me for?"

Now Chen Zhu had nothing to say, and for a moment couldn't think of any other excuse.

In those few seconds of silence, Jin Chen suddenly ducked into the thin blanket, covering his head, and his tone abruptly turned harsh and icy.

"Get out, I'm going to sleep."

Chen Zhu's eyelid twitched involuntarily, his heart jumped up, and he was flustered by Jin Chen's attitude.

Even when they first met on the first day, Jin Chen had never spoken to him like that; his coldness was always reserved for others.

In his lowered palm, the web between thumb and index finger was pinched until it turned bluish-purple.

That hidden resentment surfaced again, mixed with unspeakable feelings; he blamed himself for being useless, even though they were together every day, he still couldn't make Xiao Chen happy.

He also blamed Jin Chen for being too heartless, actually able to say words that pierce the heart.