Chapter 2784: The Online Game Master's 'Straight Male' Roommate 29

On the way back, Cheng Lang was driving.

The car interior was dim; Jin Chen pretended to be blind with his eyes open, tore open the peace fruit packaging and started chewing.

Suddenly, Cheng Lang from the driver's seat blurted out, "Xiao Chen, that guy's pecs definitely aren't as good as mine—don't like him."

"Cough..."

Jin Chen nearly choked on that bite of apple, quickly turned his face and coughed a few times before catching his breath.

He glanced at Cheng Lang using the light flashing past the window, his peach-blossom eyes slightly narrowing, "I don't like him."

Jin Chen's smile was weary, he didn't dare bite the apple anymore, "Then again, senior, you refused to listen to my explanation earlier—are you afraid of hearing something?"

"I didn't." Cheng Lang denied.

Jin Chen didn't believe him; it was obvious, and he definitely had it.

"The class monitor asked me to send flowers to his brother; I messaged the senior."

He shook his phone in hand, the screen light casting a teasing glint on his lips, "The senior didn't see it, nor let me finish speaking; he sat there alone, overthinking, getting upset—so unreasonable."

"Come to think of it, was the senior just now worried about me, afraid I'd like someone else?"

"Senior, senior."

Cheng Lang wasn't jealous anymore, but hearing that title, a thought flickered in his mind.

"Xiao Chen hasn't called me 'brother' in a long time."

Jin Chen heard that, his smile deepening, "Ah… so, is this concern coming from a brother?"

Cheng Lang: "……"

He said nothing, just drove with his head down.

——

Back home, Jin Chen was no longer half-blind; he changed into slippers, looked up, and noticed Cheng Lang's eye corners slightly red, an indescribable listlessness.

Jin Chen's heart gave a jolt.

"Oh no."

"I've pissed off my wife."

Jin Chen grabbed Cheng Lang's finger, voice softening, "Brother……"

Cheng Lang's finger, pulled by him, twitched slightly as he pushed Jin Chen toward the room.

"Xiao Chen, wait for me in the bedroom for a bit, okay?"

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, complied, took two steps toward the bedroom as he was pushed, then turned back, curious, "What gift is this mysterious, needing to be given in the bedroom?"

Cheng Lang's ears were red, "... Just wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Jin Chen stopped teasing him, smiled, and the door was shut behind him.

Cheng Lang had lived twenty-some years, considering himself a true-blooded straight man, never imagining he'd prepare such a gift or do such things to win someone's favor.

He just wanted Jin Chen to like him.

If… it's not too late yet.

Once before, Cheng Lang was cooking noodles in the kitchen, wearing a short-sleeved apron; Jin Chen wandered in, looked him over, and said that outfit was rather stiff, but looked easy to hug.

Back then he hadn't even opened his apertures, laughing as he brushed off Jin Chen's hand.

Now thinking back, it actually suits tonight quite well.

Cheng Lang had thought for a long time, worried Jin Chen would be hurt, disagreed with his belated response, and decided to first let Jin Chen be happy.

In the bedroom, Jin Chen waited a while, Cheng Lang still hadn't come in; he wasn't in a rush, took a moment to wash up, fresh and clean, lay on the bed, and casually tore open the red gift bag the class monitor had given.

Sure enough, it was the common Christmas set from the school store: a golden bell tied with a velvet bow, three flashy candy canes, and a thermos printed with a Santa Claus image.

Jin Chen picked up the little bell, spun it on his fingertip, heard its clear chime, and, smiling, set it on the nightstand.

【I bet the Main God is going to confess, 100%!】

Ling Gun Gun rolled excitedly on the bed, 【Host, bet two thousand points.】

Jin Chen flicked the rolling dough ball that came into view, sending it flipping, aloof.

【No bet.】

【The outcome is certain—what's there to bet on.】

Ling Gun Gun didn't score any points, hehe laughing, he grabbed the candy cane Jin Chen had placed on the bedside and darted into the little dark room.

"How to split the three candies? Big guy gets two, I get one."

In the end, the Pixiu Lord ate all three!

——

Jin Chen leaned against the headboard, rare anticipation bubbling up.

A few minutes later, the doorknob turned gently, and the door swung open slowly.

Jin Chen looked up, his breath catching.

Cheng Lang had showered, his damp hair hanging over his forehead, a bit more relaxed and sexy than usual, wearing a white, fluffy apron.

That was clearly not an apron meant for actual cooking.

The short style only reached his waist; the white plush was soft and fluffy, making the bare shoulders and chest look even fairer.

The plush belt tied at the back waist into a knot, cinching a slim waistline, with nice, well-proportioned muscles, and the veins on his thin arms just right.

Full-bodied, contradictory yet harmonious, pure yet tempting.

Warm yellow light fell on Cheng Lang, giving the white plush a soft glow, making it look fragrant and soft.

Cheng Lang stood in the doorway, seeing the flash of astonished delight in Jin Chen's eyes, along with fervent spirit, his nervousness mostly faded.

Jin Chen liked it.

Cheng Lang's heart beat faster, a secret thrill of success, plus the desire to draw near, to be possessed.

He gently closed the door behind him, walked to the bedside, bent slightly, knelt on one knee on the bed's edge, allowing Jin Chen to see him more clearly… and this outfit.

"Xiao Chen, it's my fault."

Jin Chen lowered his gaze, eyes on the chest muscles squeezed by the fur‑trimmed apron's edge, and listened as he went on.

"I was the one who got it wrong—I'm just dense, and I said those awful things that hurt you."

Cheng Lang continued speaking, very earnest, as if he wanted to lay his heart bare for him to see: "I shouldn't have said we were just friends; that's not what I truly want. I regret it."

He raised his hand, fingertips lightly brushing Jin Chen's cheek: "Xiao Chen, let's not be just ordinary friends, okay?"

"You keep liking me, alright?"

Jin Chen reached out, his fingertips hooking the apron's silk tie at Cheng Lang's lower back, and gave it a gentle tug.

The soft tie wound around his fingertips; a little more force would actually undo that knot.

But he didn't; he just played with the tie slowly, feeling the tension in his lower-back muscles from it.

"Cheng Lang," Jin Chen said, using his full name for the first time, "Do you like me now?"

Cheng Lang's handsome face flushed deeper, his gaze intense: "I like you."

"Xiao Chen… I still have an attraction to you, right? Like this…"

He shifted slightly, making the white fur‑trimmed apron stand out more in the light.

Cheng Lang's daring move was ultimately to confirm whether, in Jin Chen's eyes, he still possessed the attraction that could make his heart race.

Jin Chen chuckled, released the hand playing with the apron's tie, and instead rested his palm on Cheng Lang's back, giving it a gentle, soothing rub.

"Of course." Jin Chen looked at him, "I like you the most, brother. Always have."

Cheng Lang's heart felt a sour, full ache, filled with an indescribable joy and satisfaction.

After waiting so long, agonizing so long, he finally arrived at this moment of mutual affection.

All the previous hesitation, anxiety, and self‑doubt now seemed trivial.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +20, total 80!】