Chapter 2651: Rain in the South City Tonight 13

Xie Linzhou had a long and peaceful sleep.

Last night's memories replayed in his mind; after washing up, he snuggled on the sofa to watch a movie, but Xie Linzhou actually didn't take in much— the progress bar had just passed one‑third, and his heart and eyes were filled only with Jin Chen beside him.

Nestled in his arms, all he wanted was to kiss his lips, rub his hair tips, press foreheads to feel each other's warmth, and breathe in the faint sandalwood scent on him.

Xie Linzhou couldn't help but act clingy, poking here, nuzzling there, until he made Jin Chen's breath hitch slightly and his eyes darken.

In the end, the roles reversed and he was pressed into the sofa, receiving a long, breath‑stealing kiss, and then……

His thoughts reaching this point, Xie Linzhou's cheeks flushed.

Later, Jin Chen, mindful of his fatigue from the long flight, patiently coaxed him to sleep peacefully despite his own arousal.

Now waking up, the space beside him on the bed was empty, but residual warmth remained.

Xie Linzhou lay with his eyes closed a while longer, savoring every detail of what had happened from yesterday to today, his heart filled to bursting with happiness.

With Jin Chen here, his life felt as if infused with complete meaning, no longer lacking.

He turned his side, pressed his face to Jin Chen's pillow, rubbed affectionately, then after a few minutes lazily got out of bed. Walking to the living room, he smelled the soup simmering in the kitchen, warm and comforting.

Jin Chen's usual coat was not on the coat rack in the entryway.

Xie Linzhou paused, then recalled that in the half‑awake, half‑dreaming morning he had heard Jin Chen whisper a report in his ear, saying he needed to go out to meet the renovation crew.

On the kitchen counter lay the breakfast Jin Chen had warmed for him.

Xie Linzhou looked at the frying pan on the stove and suddenly thought of frying an egg himself.

He wanted to do, with his own hands, the things he had only ever seen Jin Chen do in videos.

He took an egg from the fridge, imitating Jin Chen's manner in the video; the egg liquid slid into the pan, the oil temperature was just right, the edges of the liquid set and turned a golden brown.

The steps weren't complicated; Xie Linzhou watched the egg take shape while a faint sound came from the entryway.

Jin Chen walked into the living room, saw the bedroom door open and the bed empty, and accordingly pulled open the living room curtains.

The bright but not harsh autumn sunlight poured in, lighting up the whole house.

He followed the sound into the kitchen, and from behind pulled Xie Linzhou, who was staring at the pan, into his embrace, resting his chin lightly on his shoulder without a word, quietly watching him work.

Just moments ago Xie Linzhou had felt sure he could fry it well, but suddenly a test‑taking nervousness rose; he gripped the spatula tighter and whispered, 'I… might not fry it well.'

'It's fine,' Jin Chen's voice, cool from having just come outside, brushed against his ear, unconsciously alluring, and he tilted his head to press a light kiss to his neck.

'If you can't fry it well, I'll eat it.'

The fried egg in the pan began to dry out, emitting a sizzling sound.

Jin Chen's arm tightened around his waist, holding him closer, and he asked softly, 'Does it feel like rain?'

Xie Linzhou's ears tinged red, and he replied softly, 'Yes.'

He transferred the fried egg to a porcelain plate, sprinkled on some sea‑salt powder, patted Jin Chen's hand resting on his waist, and handed him the chopsticks, saying, 'Try it.'

Xie Linzhou turned to face Jin Chen.

The kitchen's fresh breeze cleared the faint oil smoke; Jin Chen wasn't in a hurry to taste, instead he kissed his lips affectionately several times, then carried the two plates of breakfast, taking Xie Linzhou's hand and walking to the dining table.

The prelude to this breakfast was tender whispers exchanged between kisses and ear‑to‑ear rubbing.

After finishing, Jin Chen put the empty plate into the kitchen dishwasher, then returned to the living room where he saw Xie Linzhou sitting at the dining table, holding a slender tube and spraying it into his mouth.

'What are you spraying?' Jin Chen asked as he approached.

'A mouth spray, peach‑flavored.' Xie Linzhou wasn't afraid of his calling him fussy; he moved closer, tilted his face up for him to smell, and said, 'Give it a sniff—do you like it?'

After that sniff, they couldn't help but kiss again.

Xie Linzhou lazily leaned into Jin Chen's embrace, like anyone newly fallen in love, craving the warmth of his lover's arms; even doing nothing, just holding like this, felt satisfying.

Jin Chen's palm rested on his waist, stroking lightly in an on‑and‑off fashion, more like a teasing, ambiguous flirtation that soon made Xie Linzhou's waist go weak; when he lifted his head to look at him, his eyes shimmered with watery light, his arousal unmistakable.

It seemed as if they wanted to continue what had been left unfinished the night before, so as not to waste this rare sunny day and the intense affection that had marked the start of their cohabitation.

But in the end the daylight was too bright.

After Jin Chen had kissed him a while, he noticed Xie Linzhou only wanted to hide in his embrace, even raising an arm to shield his eyes, leaving only the tips of his reddened ears visible.

Jin Chen lifted his gaze to the half‑open floor‑to‑ceiling window; outside, the autumn scenery was clear and crisp, and he instantly understood the reason.

His heart softened a little, and a playful thought arose.

'Zhouzhou,' he murmured coaxingly, his fingertips teasing the half‑open collar of Xie Linzhou's homewear, his lips rubbing affectionately against his neck, the warm pads of his fingers tracing from his back down to the skin at his waist.

'Open your eyes and look at me.'

Xie Linzhou was made so itchy by him that he couldn't avoid it; he had to lower his arm and lift his eyes to meet his gaze.

His eyes looked as if they held two swaying springs, glittering with bewildered tears.

Aroused, he reached out his hand, longing to embrace Jin Chen, the surroundings fading away until only the two of them remained.

Xie Linzhou actively tilted his head up to kiss the usually slightly cool corner of Jin Chen's eyes, hoping to imbue him with desire and pour all his feelings into that kiss.

'Jin Chen… Jin Chen…' Xie Linzhou's voice trembled with tears.

He was at a loss, left only with instinctive love and desire, sobbing as he hummed Jin Chen's name, unable to tell whether he was showing weakness or luring him for more; his reason had already shattered in the intimacy.

Yet he remained immersed, savoring the feeling of being controlled.

Jin Chen gazed at his dazed eyes, and even at the height of passion he did not forget to lower his head and kiss him tenderly, exchanging hot, hurried breaths.

'Hold me…' Xie Linzhou's voice trembled as he begged.

Having received the embrace, he buried his scorching face in it, welcoming the ensuing storm of wind and rain.

Hot, direct, the skin‑to‑skin contact scorching.

When the wind ceased and the rain stopped.

Xie Linzhou lay lazily in Jin Chen's arms, his fingertips occasionally stirring the water in the bathtub. After a while he moved closer, hooked his fingers around Jin Chen's neck, his fingertips leaving water trails as they traced over his handsome brows and eyes, his nose, and then Jin Chen caught his wrist and brought it to his lips to kiss.

Xie Linzhou's eyelashes were also damp, moistened by vapor; his cheek rubbed against Jin Chen's side, the warm mist exuding endless dependence.

If all things in the world were to pause right now, he would also be willing.

'Jin Chen.'

"Huh?" Jin Chen lowered his gaze, his fingers gently kneading the soft earlobe.

Xie Linzhou gazed at him, a contented smile flickering in his eyes, and whispered, "I love seeing you like this."

Jin Chen arched a brow, "How so?"

Xie Linzhou just laughed and shook his head, unwilling to elaborate.

He cupped his hands to catch a handful of warm water, watching the droplets slip through his fingers; in the light they were crystal‑clear, falling into the rippling water and spreading concentric circles, like a bewitching, dream‑like vision.

He loved watching Jin Chen lose his composure because of him, loved seeing that usually calm gaze deepen with lust.

It made him feel profoundly loved.

【Villain heart‑flutter value increased by 5, now at 75!】