Chapter 2851: Why Does My Wife Keep Following Me Every Day 11

"Speaking of which, you've had that rabbit for a long time?" Jin Chen asked.

Yun Jian blinked his lashes, lifted his cup and took a sip, then said, "He's usually well-behaved, but sometimes… he runs around at night. I never expected him to be so bold as to jump over to your place—last night he really caused you trouble."

"It's adorable," Jin Chen smiled. "Its fur is soft, its temperament is good, very obedient."

He spoke those words with a gentle tone, as if praising some treasure.

Yun Jian listened, his ears quietly reddened, he took another sip of wine, then softly said, "He also likes you a lot."

He lifted his eyes, his gaze sincere and harmless, "I'm afraid he'll run around again at night, and if he ends up in your room again…"

"It's fine," Jin Chen cut off Yun Jian's somewhat awkward words, his tone calm, "I welcome it, but next time it'd be better to let it use the front door—jumping through the window is still a bit dangerous."

Yun Jian watched him smile, his heart beating a few beats faster.

He restrained the urge to reach out and touch Jin Chen, lifted his cup, and downed the remaining wine in one gulp.

At this point the dishes began to be served.

The first dish was steamed fish, the plate large; the waiter carried it over, but didn't notice that someone had spilled water on the floor beside the neighboring table, hadn't wiped it dry, and when he reached the table his foot slipped.

Jin Chen was quick-eyed and quick-handed, he reached out to steady the waiter who was about to fall, and with his other hand grabbed the wine glass that had been knocked over.

But the wine still spilled, liquid splashing onto Jin Chen's cuff, then seeping through his fingers, dripping drop by drop onto the tablecloth.

"Sorry, sir! Very sorry!" the waiter's face turned pale as he repeatedly bowed in apology.

Jin Chen released his hand, glanced at his soaked cuff, and said, "Get a towel."

From Yun Jian's angle, he didn't see the water on the floor, only saw the waiter lurch forward, wine splashing all over Jin Chen.

He steadied the waiter's shoulder, his gaze turning cold.

The waiter flinched under his stare, hurriedly set the fish on the table, and kept apologizing, "Really sorry! There was water on the floor, I slipped… I'll get a towel to wipe it now!"

Only then did Yun Jian withdraw his gaze, turning toward Jin Chen, his eyes now soft and concerned again.

He pulled out a few paper towels, handed them to Jin Chen, "Wipe it off first."

Jin Chen took the paper towels, wiped his hands, the red wine had soaked through his shirt cuff, the fabric clinging to his skin, damp, his palm also stained with wine, which trickled down between his fingers, drop by drop, slowly falling, leaving spreading marks.

An excessively alluring visual impact.

Yun Jian watched the red wine trace down Jin Chen's fingers, his Adam's apple twitching.

He wanted to lick it off.

He wanted to lean in, grasp Jin Chen's hand, and run his tongue from palm to fingertips, sweeping away every drop.

There on his skin must be mixed with Jin Chen's body heat and the rich aroma of the wine.

No. It would scare him. It would definitely drive him away.

Yun Jian dug his nails into his palm, using pain to suppress that frantic, growing desire.

"Let me help you," Yun Jian whispered.

He half-squatted beside Jin Chen, took the paper towels, and first wiped his cuff.

The shirt was soaked with red wine; Yun Jian blotted it bit by bit with the towel, then went on to wipe Jin Chen's hand.

The wine left faint traces in the lines of his palm; Yun Jian's fingers, through the thin paper towel, stroked the inside of Jin Chen's wrist, where the skin is thinner and he could feel the pulse beating.

From palm to fingertip, then to the gaps between each finger.

Yun Jian's motions appeared obedient and thoughtful.

But only he himself knew his fingertips were trembling, a tremor of restraint.

Jin Chen lowered his gaze, his heart softening a bit.

He raised his other hand, placed it gently on Yun Jian's head, and rubbed it lightly.

Yun Jian startled for a moment, lifted his head to look at Jin Chen, saw Jin Chen looking down at him, a faint smile in his eyes, casual.

That gaze landed on Yun Jian's heart, stirring a secret delight, yet it still felt insufficient.

He still wanted more, still wanted to gain even more attention and even more touch from Jin Chen.

Jin Chen noticed Yun Jian didn't object, and his fingers rubbed his head again.

"Thank you."

Such indulgence, such intimacy.

……Yet, Yun Jian keenly sensed a faint hint of control within it.

Clearly he was saying thanks, yet it made one feel that whatever he did was permitted.

Yun Jian couldn't help but tilt his head, still gazing up at Jin Chen, his eyes soft, and he rubbed his cheek against Jin Chen's palm, unconsciously revealing an enamored expression.

Jin Chen's smile grew more languid in his eyes, yet held tenderness.

A flush spread from his neck down to under his eyes, like an electric shock, a tingling sensation racing from his scalp to his soles; Yun Jian could only hastily lower his head, wipe the last traces of wine dry, then stand up, almost losing his balance.

Jin Chen steadied him with a hand, teasing, "Boss Yun, you slipping too?"

"No, no problem," Yun Jian said, his voice a little hoarse.

He sat back in his chair, lifted his cup and gulped a few mouthfuls, yet couldn't suppress the surging heat inside, his gaze glued to Jin Chen's face, unable to move away.

At that moment the waiter returned with a towel, apologizing repeatedly, and wiped the table clean.

During the latter half of the meal, Yun Jian ate somewhat absentmindedly, the delicious dishes seeming to lose their flavor in his mouth, all his senses focused on the person across from him.

After finishing the meal, it was already almost two o'clock.

Jin Chen hadn't drunk, but Yun Jian had consumed quite a bit—one bottle of red wine, he'd drunk nearly two-thirds himself; though not drunk, his face showed a faint flush, his eyes tinged with a light red, adding several degrees of sexiness.

Jin Chen drove him back to the flower shop, at a red light he glanced sideways at Yun Jian in the passenger seat.

Yun Jian leaned against the seatback, his eyes half-closed, as if resting.

A crack was opened in the car window, wind blew in, stirring the bangs on his forehead.

"Tired?" Jin Chen asked.

Yun Jian opened his eyes, hearing the words slowly turned his head, yet his gaze locked straight onto Jin Chen, his voice a little lazy, "No."

Jin Chen's heart softened a little again, "Go back and rest a while; tonight I'll come over to pick up the rabbit, don't let it jump out the window—it's a bit dangerous."

Yun Jian slowly nodded again, this time with a larger motion, his fingers unconsciously hooking the seatbelt.

Constantly.

He was constantly itching to act.

He wanted to get closer, closer still, until skin touched skin, until he could feel Jin Chen's body heat and heartbeat, until every breath was filled with his scent.

The car slowly pulled up to the curb outside the flower shop.

Yun Jian's anticipation welled up from within; according to his original plan, after returning to the flower shop he could naturally invite Jin Chen upstairs to sit awhile— the excuse could be delivering flowers, or browsing his plant collection, or simply saying… he'd like to invite him for another cup of tea.

The rabbit's sense of smell is very keen, and this holds true for the rabbit beast-person as well; as long as Jin Chen goes upstairs and lingers in his private space, even just a moment, he can make Jin Chen's scent linger there.

One coat isn't enough? He wants more.

Sofa, carpet, pillows… best if even the air is soaked with that sandalwood that makes him feel safe and obsessed.

But this idea was shattered.

Just as the car came to a stop, the coffee shop's door opened.

"Chen-ge!" a clear, slightly familiar male voice came from beside.

Yun Jian and Jin Chen turned their heads simultaneously, looking toward the source of the sound.