Chapter 2040: Wife Throws Herself into Embrace 30

Qiao Yu felt Jin Chen's breath approaching, leaned in and first probed with the tip of his nose, pausing when his nose brushed Jin Chen's cheek, then slowly moved sideways.

Jin Chen lowered his gaze to look at him; his fair skin, contrasted by the black eye mask, looked even more translucent, tender and fresh, making one want to bite.

"Lift it a little more, there are two on the right." Jin Chen reminded, his Adam's apple rolling.

However, the blindfolded Xiao Xiao Yaojing Qiao sensed no danger, obediently rubbed his right cheek looking for the sticky note, opened his mouth and bit it off, then turned his head and spat it out.

The sticky note adhered well; tearing it off the skin made a sound, which seemed amplified in Qiao Yu's now-sharp ears. He turned his head back, pressing cheek to cheek and rubbing against Jin Chen, asking, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Jin Chen said with a smile, "but we need to hurry up."

Jin Chen and Chen Cheng's eyes met, creating an invisible, subtle sense of competition in the air.

Qiao Yu let out an "oh," remembering this was still a contest, and sped up to rub other spots for sticky notes.

"All right, none left on the face." Jin Chen tilted his head back helplessly, the puppy‑like rubbing making him itchy, "Be good, don't rub randomly, there's one on the neck."

Jin Chen's tone was truly indulgent; Qiao Yu pressed his lips, smiled slightly, lifted a hand to prop his shoulder, and buried his warm face into the neck to search, the motion gentle and inevitably slowing a bit more.

Even if they were kissing behind closed doors in a room, it wouldn't be more ambiguous than now.

What's more, this is happening in front of many guests and the camera.

Qiao Yu's belated nervousness welled up, his breath grew uneven, and, enduring embarrassment, he searched for the sticky note inch by inch, like a kitten rubbing for food.

No matter how you look at it, it seems as if he is actively offering a kiss to entice.

Alluring, yet unaware of it.

Ahhh, can I watch this?? Can you do a big special round!

：Jin Chen, you little brat, definitely did this on purpose—you didn't tell your wife where it is on the neck, making her rely on kissing to find it!

：Hehehe, it looks like a mafia boss being kidnapped by a rebellious little sprite, unaware that everything is actually under the boss's control; the little sprite is destined to be eaten up clean~

：Jin Chen is really enjoying this; he strongly demands to swap in and play a whole episode!!!

：Too bad the wife isn't this coy in front of everyone; for reference, see certain tool‑person mixed‑race handsome guy.

The so‑called: the more rushed, the more chaotic.

Jin Chen indeed had stuck quite a few on his shoulder, but the fabric here doesn't hold the sticky notes well; as Qiao Yu bit off one, he accidentally touched the neighboring one, which then slid down his cheek and landed lightly in the middle of Jin Chen's pants.

Jin Chen lowered his gaze, and his brow unconsciously twitched upward.

"One fell off."

Qiao Yu paused, bewildered, knowing only that it must have fallen onto Jin Chen's pants, so he instinctively squatted down.

His mind was nearly blank from embarrassment; instinctively he sought Jin Chen for a solution, asking in a strained voice, "I can't see—where is it?"

Jin Chen's eyes darkened a shade, but his tone in coaxing him remained gentle: "Forget this one."

"No way, I already lost a round earlier; I can't lose this one too."

Shy yet burning with competitive spirit, Xiao Xiao Yaojing Qiao was persistent, resting his face on Jin Chen's knee, leaning back and relying on him: "Tell me, I can find it."

：??? Is this really okay to broadcast!

：You're really good at dropping sticky notes, big bro—are you also a member of our Passionate Love fans!

：I can't imagine how steadfast Jin Chen would be if Qiao Yu actually went to pick it up.

：What just brushed past my face? Turns out it was the Passionate Love crew's vehicle.

Jin Chen glanced at the camera, lifted his knee a bit, and said, "Come closer, I'll tell you how to find it."

He lowered his voice; the bewildered Qiao Yu expressed his doubt with a nasal tone, rubbing against Jin Chen to hear the whisper.

Two seconds later, Qiao Yu's face flushed crimson, his fair neck seeming soaked in scarlet; a low, slightly husky voice sounded again in his ear: "Be good, if you want to find it, make it quick and decisive."

Qiao Yu gave a soft hum; the flag he'd set up himself now had to be fulfilled by his own effort.

He squatted down again, the eye mask damp with heat beneath it; thinking that they were still live‑streaming made his whole body go numb.

He bit his tongue to gather courage, lowered his head and moved in, lightly rubbing twice before precisely locating the fallen sticky note, gripping it with his moist red lips, then rose.

"Great, all found."

Jin Chen reminded him, then lowered his head to soothe Qiao Yu's emotions with delicate kisses.

As if that kiss had just happened, all the blank rationality returned, and other noises flooded Qiao Yu's mind.

Beside them, Chen Cheng and Xu Jia were still noisily searching for sticky notes, while other guests' exclamations and laughter at the spectacle, plus the cicadas chirping in the small house's trees and the wind, filled the air.

All of this, during the game just now, Qiao Yu heard nothing; he acted almost purely on instinct, following Jin Chen's guidance.

Before this, he had never felt that anyone's tone could be as entrancing as poppy, making him want to rely on and indulge in it.

Qiao Yu had his blindfold removed by Jin Chen, who had broken free of the ropes, still maintaining his tilted‑back kiss pose, his eyes filled with moisture.

They locked eyes for a few seconds; Jin Chen chuckled lightly, ruffling Qiao Yu's hair, and said, "We won, little Qiao, you're amazing."

Qiao Yu broke into a big grin, lunged to hug Jin Chen, and rested his head against his shoulder.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 71!】

：Obviously nothing happened, so why does the atmosphere of the Passionate Love group feel so sickly sweet?

：If it weren't for the camera, Jin Chen would surely be bullying his wife in some way (pointing and gossiping

：Indeed, the game isn't something just anyone can play—how does Chen Cheng manage to finish it in such a miserable state? Hahahaha

Actually, their rapport is still there.

As long as Chen Cheng guides him, blindfolded Xu Jia can accurately locate the spot; it's just that Chen Cheng's mouth is infuriating—if he's even a bit slow, it automatically triggers the mocking function, pure mouth‑iness.

Xu Jia had long wanted to fix this bad habit of his; now he deliberately slowed down, tormenting Chen Cheng into a mix of sweet and agonizing, his whole body tensed to an unbearable degree.

Compared to the Passionate Love group's flirtatious play, this team has a restless urge to start fighting as soon as the ropes are loosened.

In the end, the Passionate Love group won with a four‑minute lead; as soon as the game ended, Chen Cheng, face grim, pulled the smiling Xu Jia into the house, and they didn't come out for a good while.

This game's intimacy is truly excessive; even real couples would inevitably feel shy.

What's more, this is the situation of the second group.

Chu Yi voluntarily suggested swapping back partners, while Jin Lai was fine with anything—after all, he came on the show just to play.

Ning Tong bit her lip, lowered her head, her hesitant gaze fixed on Chu Yi, and she reluctantly agreed to this choice.

Less than three minutes had passed since the game started.

Hu Shi was about to bite off the sticky note on Chu Yi's neck when he suddenly heard Ning Tong's exclamation from beside him, and immediately realized Chu Yi was about to get up.

Hu Shi pressed down on Chu Yi's shoulder, his tone a little cold: "If you dare to go over now, just try it."

He wore a blindfold and couldn't see anything; if he let Chu Yi go to Ning Tong's side, even thinking with his toes he'd know he'd be mocked by the bullet comments.

Chu Yi clenched his fist, but ultimately didn't move, his gaze still uneasily fixed on the other side.

And coincidentally, Ning Tong, whose ankle bore no weight from squatting, felt pain, and also, as if seeking help, pulled off her blindfold and looked over, obediently even showing weakness.

The still-seated partner Jin Lai: "... oi."

Jin Lai seemed to sense something, followed Ning Tong's gaze over, and clicked his tongue.

"A mess."