Chapter 2785: The Straight Male Roommate of the Online Game God 30

Cheng Lang could no longer hold back, crawling forward on his knees, he slightly straightened, hands braced on the bedside on either side of Jin Chen, his gaze almost obsessively lingering on Jin Chen's brows, eyes, nose bridge, and pale lips.

Their breaths intermingled, warm air weaving together.

His Adam's apple rolled, his voice low and hoarse, "... The places you bit before have all healed."

Almost as if feeding it into Jin Chen's mouth.

Jin Chen opened his lips to meet him, pressing a vague kiss, then biting again.

Jin Chen wrapped his arms around his waist, aggression and danger faintly visible, yet it made Cheng Lang feel utterly safe.

Cheng Lang embraced Jin Chen, whose face was buried in his chest, fingertips slipping into the soft strands of hair.

"Bite harder……it's fine……"

Jin Chen took a bite, hearing a muffled groan, then satisfiedly licked.

When the kiss returned to the corner of the mouth, Jin Chen slightly pulled back, looking at Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang's eyes held no hint of reluctant resistance, only full pleasure, fluttering heart, and unconditional indulgence.

It seemed that no matter what Jin Chen did to him, he would accept it wholly, as sweet as nectar.

Cheng Lang actively responded to the kiss.

By now, he finally knew what he wanted.

He wanted the most intimate, special, one-of-a-kind relationship with Jin Chen.

It was the natural mutual possession, sharing everything with each other.

Not that damned ordinary friendship.

Jin Chen nibbled his earlobe, "Brother, you zoned out……what are you thinking about?"

Cheng Lang felt lazy all over, unable to muster energy, yet he held the person tighter, "... I'm thinking of you, I like you."

Jin Chen's breath also hitched, he gave Cheng Lang a deep look, loosened his hand around his waist, and picked up the Christmas bell casually placed on the bedside table.

The golden bell was wrapped around the plush apron's strap, tied in a lovely knot, hanging just at the waist.

Golden bell, red ribbon, white plush apron, honey-colored skin.

"All right," Jin Chen said, satisfiedly admiring his work, then leaned in to kiss Cheng Lang's nose tip, his voice low and smiling, "I've received the Christmas gift; now it's my turn to return the favor."

Christmas carols played, a beautiful, moving melody.

Fragmented, hurried, yet at times lingering.

Ding-dong, ding-dong...

——

Still, sleeping together with his wife is better.

Jin Chen, who had slept until waking naturally feeling refreshed, thought so, and comfortably narrowed his eyes.

Jin Chen slipped into his plush loungewear, finished washing up, opened the door and went out.

In the living room, Cheng Lang half-leaned on the long sofa, a laptop resting on his legs, the screen showing a video conference interface, with scattered draft papers covered in writing nearby.

He wore wired earphones, occasionally responding in a low voice, fingers sliding on the touchpad.

Hearing the movement, Cheng Lang lifted his head, his expression softening, he pointed toward the kitchen and said silently, "Breakfast is in the kitchen, warm it up."

Jin Chen nodded, shuffled over in his slippers, then returned to the living room holding pancakes and hot cocoa; as he passed the long sofa, he leaned in and kissed Cheng Lang's cheek.

Cheng Lang was stunned by the kiss, a faint blush rising at his ears, but his gaze quickly returned to the screen, speaking into the earphones, "Just a moment, I need to check this parameter."

Jin Chen sat down in his usual single sofa and enjoyed his brunch.

Cheng Lang wore his earphones, listening to teammates discuss algorithm optimization issues elsewhere, his brow suddenly furrowed.

That single sofa, he had found it genuinely irritating for a long time.

He gathered the scattered A4 papers beside him into a pile and stacked them on the coffee table.

This cleared a space beside him.

Then he simply looked at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen took in his actions, couldn't help but lower his head to sip the hot cocoa, suppressing the smile spreading at his lips.

He shifted closer, sitting beside Cheng Lang.

After sitting down, Jin Chen turned his face, leaned close to Cheng Lang's ear, and whispered softly, "How childish, brother."

"Childish then be childish," Cheng Lang thought, anyway the person had come over.

Only then did he refocus his attention on the computer screen, continuing the earlier discussion, feeling relaxed and pleased.

Jin Chen leaned against him, slowly eating his pancake, then lifted his hot cocoa for a sip; his gaze fell on the coffee table where Cheng Lang's cup of hot cocoa remained untouched, a thick dollop of cream atop it, more than his own.

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, picked up a spoon, reached over, scooped a large spoonful of cream from Cheng Lang's hot cocoa, turned to face him, and held the spoon to his lips.

While listening to Zhou Lou analyze the program's pros and cons, Cheng Lang felt the spoon approaching his lips, instinctively turned his head and opened his mouth, thinking Jin Chen was going to feed him.

However, the spoon did not go into his mouth.

The cream lightly touched his lower lip; Jin Chen flicked his wrist, spreading the cream like frosting, evenly and slowly across Cheng Lang's mouth corner.

Jin Chen smiled, his fingertip lightly rubbing the inside of Cheng Lang's wrist, whispering, "Wasn't this cream meant for me, boyfriend?"

His breath carried the sweet aroma of hot cocoa, brushing over Cheng Lang's cream‑smeared lips.

Cheng Lang's heart blossomed at being called boyfriend; he lowered his eyes to the hand still holding the spoon, slightly bowed his head, extended his tongue, and licked the cream from his lips.

The motion was slow, even slightly sensual, his eyes never leaving Jin Chen.

Jin Chen's gaze darkened.

Cheng Lang licked clean the cream on his own lips, then, using Jin Chen's hand, ate the remaining cream from the spoon, this time still leaving a trace at the corner of his mouth.

Jin Chen set down the spoon, hooked Cheng Lang's waist, pulled him close, and leaned in to eat the cream.

Cheng Lang felt that little satisfaction and joy about to burst.

He didn't even understand what he had been torturing himself with before; it was simply self‑inflicted suffering, wasting so many chances for intimacy like this.

Cheng Lang suddenly took off his left earphone, turned his head, and spoke into the computer microphone.

"Alright, I'll handle the operational issue and come up with an optimization plan today..." Cheng Lang raised his head, narrowed his misty eyes, lifted his hand to gently stroke Jin Chen's nape, yet his tone remained his usual calm.

"Let's leave it at that for today; I have other things to do."

"Great! Thanks for saving me, team leader!" Zhou Lou's relieved voice came from the other side.

"Alright, let's adjourn the meeting and touch base once it's done." Li Wei said.

Just as Cheng Lang was about to hang up the voice call, Xu Can's voice chimed in again, teasing, "Hey, wait! Langzi, don't hang up yet—how are you and your junior classmate doing now?"

Cheng Lang listened to Xu Can's teasing question, lowered his gaze to look at the person in his arms.

Jin Chen heard the voice leaking from the earphones, lifted his eyes to look at him, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

Cheng Lang's lips curved in pleasure, "Very good."

"We're doing especially well now."

【Villain Blackening Value -15, total 15!】