Chapter 2650

Team members laughed and said their goodbyes; soon, Xie Linzhou's side was empty, only Jin Chen approached holding flowers.

Jin Chen stood before him, handed him the bouquet of lisianthus, his voice lower and more pleasant than over the phone.

"Zhouzhou, welcome back to the country."

Xie Linzhou responded softly, took the lightly scented bouquet and held it in his arms.

The next second, he was drawn into a warm embrace.

This was their first embrace.

A real, warm, tight embrace, like every reunited couple at the airport.

The faint agarwood scent on Jin Chen quietly approached, different from his aloof exterior; this breath was gentle yet carried an undeniable aggressiveness, wrapping Xie Linzhou thread by thread.

The fatigue from the long flight dissipated in this embrace; Xie Linzhou's heartbeat became disordered, accelerating.

He even felt the urge to rub against this embrace, and he indeed did so.

Xie Linzhou somewhat restrainedly buried his face in Jin Chen's shoulder.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -10, total 55!】

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 70!】

"Are you still nervous? Are you still satisfied with me?" Jin Chen asked softly, his voice tinged with a smile.

"... I'm not nervous anymore." Xie Linzhou's voice muffled in his embrace, "Very satisfied, you're great."

He said that, yet still clung like an ostrich to Jin Chen's embrace, holding his waist, with no intention of letting go.

But the airport had constant traffic; they couldn't keep holding on.

Jin Chen lightly patted his back, took the suitcase, took his hand and held it in his palm, leading him toward the parking lot.

Xie Linzhou hadn't yet recovered from the afterglow of the embrace; he obediently let him lead, eyes down on their joined hands.

Jin Chen's palm was dry and warm, his fingers long, completely enveloping his hand.

Xie Linzhou watched, the corner of his mouth quietly lifting.

Only today did he realize how much he liked and yearned for intimate contact.

Probably those lacking love are prone to this, craving confirmation of being needed through skin-to-skin contact, but Xie Linzhou clearly knew in his heart that this feeling was limited to Jin Chen.

All the way he was somewhat absent-minded, until being led by Jin Chen to the car, getting into the passenger seat, hearing the reminder from the person beside him, did he come back to his senses.

"Zhouzhou, seat belt." Jin Chen turned sideways to look at him, reminding.

Xie Linzhou looked toward Jin Chen beside him, didn't reach for the seat belt, leaned over and actively hugged him.

This embrace was tighter than at the airport, seamlessly close, cheeks touching, breath audible.

"Jin Chen," Xie Linzhou whispered in his ear, like lovers' teasing, "I'm so happy."

"Seeing you makes me so happy, hugging you too."

Jin Chen gazed at him, his fingertips lightly brushing over Xie Linzhou's reddened earlobe, rubbing it.

Their posture was already close to a kiss.

"Be good, let's go home."

Regarding their residence, they had discussed it before.

Xie Linzhou's house before going abroad had been vacant for a long time, needing cleaning; originally just hiring a cleaner would solve it, but both tacitly avoided mentioning it.

Ultimately, it naturally came to pass that Xie Linzhou would temporarily stay in Jin Chen's apartment.

The car entered the underground parking garage, the elevator rose, they walked through the quiet hallway.

This route, in countless overseas calls, Xie Linzhou had accompanied Jin Chen many times.

Sometimes Jin Chen would talk to him about the bar's renovation progress; sometimes Xie Linzhou would lounge on the sofa in the Milan apartment, listening to Jin Chen's footsteps returning home on the other end of the phone, saying things of little practical meaning.

Today, he finally set foot there in person; Xie Linzhou unconsciously tightened his grip on Jin Chen's hand, kept pace with him, overlapping the imagined phone scene with reality.

At the entrance, Jin Chen set down the suitcase; Xie Linzhou lightly hooked his finger in Jin Chen's palm.

Xie Linzhou lifted his eyes, his dark ink-like eyes gazing at him, swirling with obscure emotions.

Jin Chen's thumb lightly brushed his cheek, lowered his head, and gave him their first kiss.

Love surged.

The gentle, delicate kiss allowed Xie Linzhou to gradually adapt; he passively and compliantly accepted with his face upturned, eyelashes trembling slightly, clinging to Jin Chen's shoulder.

Jin Chen felt the person in his arms trembling slightly, never having been kissed so deeply; his waist went soft, almost entirely relying on his arm's strength to support.

At this moment the room was silent, shallow breaths rising and falling in alternation.

The deep kiss and embrace of intense love were addictive; they were naturally compatible, lips touching, souls trembling slightly together, wonderfully addictive.

Love and longing grew deeper with each entanglement of lips and teeth.

Xie Linzhou hadn't had such an embrace for many, many years.

He finds it hard to trust others; even friends are few, let alone such intimate contact.

Now, it's not just an embrace; he is also kissing the person he loves.

Skin warm and pressed together, breaths intertwining, gradually giving rise to dependence, giving him enough sense of security.

He held him tightly; at such close distance, he saw the undulating waves of emotion in Jin Chen's eyes. In this long, affectionate kiss, Xie Linzhou's eyes welled up.

But the one crying now seems not the twenty-six-year-old, self-reliant Xie Linzhou, but the smaller, more fragile child deep inside who has never received enough love, timidly occupying his consciousness, venting grievance and the bitterness of having found a harbor.

Jin Chen felt that moisture, and the kiss grew gentle.

He gently stroked Xie Linzhou's trembling back, the exhaled breath somewhat hot.

He said, "Today it didn't rain in the southern city, but it rained at home."

He said, gently kissing away the tear traces at the corners of Xie Linzhou's eyes.

Xie Linzhou laughed at his words, eyelashes still trembling, a misty moisture clouding his eyes, he leaned trustingly against Jin Chen's cheek, rubbing it softly, and whispered a rebuttal.

"I didn't rain; I like you."

Jin Chen's heart went soft, and he kissed his lips again, "I've ordered food, it'll be delivered shortly, let's eat first."

Xie Linzhou, feeling a bit dazed from the kiss, appeared obedient, tilted his face up and asked, "Then what?"

Jin Chen took his hand and walked toward the Living Room.

On the Living Room's Sofa lay a blanket, just enough for two to snuggle together; the projector paused on the standby screen, displaying a movie poster that was exactly the film Xie Linzhou had casually mentioned wanting to watch while chatting with Jin Chen.

Xie Linzhou then realized that loving Jin Chen meant drawing near happiness.