Chapter 2775: The Online Game God's

Cheng Lang had just finished sending a message in the guild when Xu Can, who was slacking off on his phone nearby, came over and shoved the phone screen in Cheng Lang's face.

"Langzi, quick look at the confession wall—tonight a lot of people are trying to get your junior."

"What? Why are they going after him?"

"It's snowing, the first snow!" Xu Can pointed outside the window, clasping his chest with a dreamy expression, "I don't know where this rumor came from, saying that seeing the first snow means you'll stay together a long time—no wonder a bunch of people are itching to confess under this romantic atmosphere."

"You don't know, Jin Chen has been a regular on the confession wall lately, constantly brushing up on where he might run into that little junior—now he's become a hot commodity."

Cheng Lang: "……"

What's with watching the first snow, insisting on confessing today.

Cheng Lang couldn't tell what feeling he had—does seeing the first snow mean you can stay together a long time? It didn't say it had to be boyfriend and girlfriend, right?

He and Xiao Chen could watch the first snow together, couldn't they?

Cheng Lang opened Jin Chen's Moments.

Jin Chen had just posted an update; in the video, under warm yellow streetlights, snowflakes fluttered down, the caption only two words: "First snow."

Cheng Lang stared at the video for a few seconds, thinking, It's so dark out, snowy roads are slippery; that vague irritation he couldn't name seemed to have found a reasonable outlet—worry.

Besides, he came tonight to keep Jin Chen company—shouldn't that be obvious?

"I have to go check." Cheng Lang closed his laptop and told Xu Can beside him.

Xu Can scratched his head at the code, hearing this he gave a teasing look, "Why go? Your little junior isn't a kid anymore, could he get lost?"

"Rushing over like that, don't ruin that handsome guy's luck in love—this first-snow night is so romantic, he might even get single tonight! Unlike us, bitterly pounding code, waiting to be alone on New Year's Eve."

The more he said that, the stronger Cheng Lang's urge to go became.

Cheng Lang grabbed his down jacket and put it on, saying, "He can't see the road well at night; you keep working on your thesis, I'll bring you coffee and a late-night snack, I'll deliver it right away."

"Yo, Cheng Lang, the warm guy!" Xu Can whistled, and didn't stop him anymore.

Stepping out of the library, the winter night's cold wind, carrying fine snow, blew straight at him; Cheng Lang pulled up the zipper of his down jacket.

At the entrance, an old woman was still guarding her roasting stove selling roasted sweet potatoes; Cheng Lang walked over and smiled, "Auntie, give me a big one, sweeter."

"Sure thing, in this weather holding it keeps you warm!" The old woman smiled, picked the biggest one, wrapped it in a paper bag, and handed it to him.

Cheng Lang took it; his fingertips tingled from the heat, yet inexplicably he felt a bit more at ease, and he slipped the steaming sweet potato into his pocket.

The snow fell harder and harder, the streetlights stretched Cheng Lang's shadow long, flickering on the snow.

On campus, because of the first snow, it was livelier than usual; students gathered in twos and threes to take photos, or laughed while having snowball fights.

Cheng Lang hurried his steps, detoured around the main road, took a secluded path near the artificial lake, and his phone vibrated—it was Jin Chen.

Cheng Lang answered and put the phone to his ear.

"Senior, I just got out of class, it's snowing heavily outside." Jin Chen's clear, mellow voice came from the other end.

At the same time, Cheng Lang also saw him.

Jin Chen sat alone on the bench, a light blue scarf loosely wrapped around his neck, the dim yellow glow and fluttering snowflakes falling together on his shoulders.

Cheng Lang's heart skipped a beat, and his steps unconsciously quickened.

Two girls chatted and laughed as they approached the bench, stopping in front of Jin Chen.

At a distance, the wind and snow noise interfered a bit, Cheng Lang couldn't hear what they said; the long-haired girl took out something that looked like an envelope from her bag and handed it to Jin Chen.

Jin Chen took it, nodded at the girl, and said something.

Only then did the two girls smile, wave, and leave together.

It was strange—Cheng Lang felt none of the gossipy curiosity he'd had the last time he saw Jin Chen being confessed to in the drizzle.

Cheng Lang finally approached.

"Xiao Chen."

Jin Chen turned his head at the sound.

Cheng Lang's throat inexplicably felt a bit dry, "Just now… were you being confessed to?"

Following his gaze, Jin Chen saw the envelope in his hand, smiled, and waved it around, "It's just a poster for the club's Christmas event."

His exhaled breath condensed into white mist in the cold air, his voice tinged with laughter, "Brother, what are you thinking?"

Jin Chen leaned a little closer to Cheng Lang and added, "It's so cold."

Blame it on Xu Can's words throwing him off—Jin Chen's lighthearted explanation left Cheng Lang feeling a bit dizzy.

Cheng Lang sat beside Jin Chen, took off the scarf still warm from his own neck, wrapped it around Jin Chen, covering half his face, leaving only his smiling eyes exposed.

"I bought you a roasted sweet potato—eat it while it's hot."

The paper bag wasn't scalding hot anymore; when torn open it steamed, Cheng Lang broke off a small piece and brought it to Jin Chen's lips.

Jin Chen, using his hand, lowered his head and took a bite, eyes crinkling with satisfaction, then suddenly leaned in closer, his nose almost touching Cheng Lang's, their warm breaths mingling.

Cheng Lang saw a snowflake land on Jin Chen's eyelash, then shake off and fall to the corner of his eye, leaving a faint dampness.

Cheng Lang reached out with his free hand, rubbed the pad of his finger over it, and wiped away that moisture.

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow at him, then naturally tilted his head, bringing his cheek close to Cheng Lang's palm—his skin slightly cool, his breath warm.

Cheng Lang suddenly felt elated, his heart light as snow falling from the sky—just a breath and it would land on Jin Chen's eye corner, melt from body heat into warm spring water, gently enveloping the person before him.

Jin Chen grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the sweet potato, took another bite using his hand, then lifted his eyes, "Brother, let's watch the snow a while longer before heading home, okay?"

Cheng Lang naturally obeyed Jin Chen, but seeing his nose tip red from the cold, worried he was cold, he leaned in closer, sharing their body heat.

Jin Chen, however, still felt it wasn't enough, so he reached for the zipper of Cheng Lang's down jacket, poked a finger through the seam, and pressed it against the bare skin on Cheng Lang's neck.

"Hiss." Cheng Lang sucked in a cold breath from the chill, flicked Jin Chen's forehead, and asked, "What are you doing now?"

"I said I was cold……"

Jin Chen spoke with justification, especially fond of this warmth, his fingers restlessly rubbing.

He lowered his head again, took another bite of the roasted sweet potato, swallowed it but still felt it wasn't enough, so he slightly leaned in, and before Cheng Lang could react, he sucked on the skin below Cheng Lang's collarbone.

Cheng Lang's chest muscles tensed instantly, a faint prickling sensation came through.

This isn't home; it's the campus avenue. Even though it's late and snowing, there are few pedestrians on the road, but after all…… someone could pass by at any time.

Cheng Lang was a bit nervous, hesitating for a moment.

"Can't we wait until we get home?" He pushed Jin Chen's shoulder, his voice gentle as he suggested, though he was also a bit troubled.

"Can we or not?"

Jin Chen lifted his eyes to look at him; when their gazes entwined, Cheng Lang suddenly felt as if he'd been lightly hooked.

Cheng Lang tilted his head slightly, stroking Jin Chen's head buried in his neck, his fingers threading through the hair, while his other hand carefully held the remaining half of a sweet potato.

"... Okay."

Cheng Lang's ears were reddened severely, perhaps from the wind and snow freezing them, or perhaps for another reason.

But at this moment, what filled his heart was immeasurable joy and satisfaction, the feeling of Jin Chen resting in his arms, as if it belonged to him alone.

Snowflakes fell on their embraced shoulders, then melted.

At this moment, the world seemed to contain nothing but them and this first snow.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 44!】

After who knows how long, Jin Chen finally had enough, releasing his mouth; the lingering desire left that spot flushed, he lightly licked it, then slowly sat up straight.

Under the snowlight and streetlamp, it was astonishingly ambiguous.