Chapter 2966: You Are My Fashion Darling 25

Jin Chen walked straight to the corner of the living room and turned the fixed camera to face Yong Ge, Yong Jie, and the others.

"I'm reporting them; they brought their phones into the program team."

Still frantically scrolling the pity-love danmu:???

: Hahaha, damn! Geek brother, what are you doing!

: Just a second ago I felt sorry for the beauty, the next second the beauty backhanded a report!

: Snitching! He's snitching, what a cold-face cutie!

: No arguing, just straight to reporting~

: Director! Come quick! Someone's violating the rules here!

Lin Wei, Lin Xiao, et al.: "……"

How is this person not playing by the rules!

Just cleared the grievance; shouldn't you be taking the chance to play the victim and set up a strong victim persona!

Gu Chen Zhou had just finished the interview and was walking over from the hallway.

Upon entering the living room, he felt the atmosphere was strange; he glanced at Lin Wei and the others, whose faces were ashen, then looked at Jin Chen standing calmly by the camera, and raised his brows in confusion, asking, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Jin Chen tossed the pear to him, "Let's play again tomorrow; I'm going to rest."

Gu Chen Zhou caught the pear and lowered his head to look.

The pear had been peeled clean, but it was almost peeled away entirely, leaving only a thin layer of flesh.

He lifted his head; Jin Chen had already walked out the door.

Gu Chen Zhou: "……" This guy isn't a night-owl, is he? He usually doesn't sleep until after midnight.

He glanced at the pear in his hand, then at the doorway.

Tsk. He's probably going to look for Chief Chenshu again.

——

Jin Chen walked to Chenshu's room door, knocked, footsteps soon came from inside, and the door was pulled open.

Chenshu stood inside the door, obviously having just finished work not long ago, having changed into sleepwear; the soft fabric outlined his slim waist.

He had just showered; his slightly damp black hair casually fell over his forehead, losing some of the day's dignified aloofness and gaining a lazy sensuality.

Chenshu saw Jin Chen outside the door and wasn't surprised; his eyes flickered slightly, he stepped aside to open the doorway, his voice low and husky from the night, carrying the damp freshness of a recent shower. "Come in."

Jin Chen stood at the doorway, slightly lifting his chin to look at him, "I came to get the game console."

Chenshu's gaze fell on Jin Chen's face; he examined it closely, seeing that Jin Chen's complexion was better than in the afternoon, with a hint of color on his lips, and his heart relaxed a little.

"Come in and get it."

Jin Chen sat on the sofa, his body sinking into the soft cushions, he lifted his eyes; his gaze fell on Chenshu, who had followed him in, casually picked up a bottle of water, twisted it open, and was drinking.

Only a few ambient lights were on in the living room, the light dim and ambiguous.

Jin Chen's gaze followed that droplet of water downward, settling on Chenshu's collar.

His gaze was still, not overtly lustful yet substantial, inch by inch brushing over Chenshu's still-damp hair tips, lips glistening with water, the loosened sleepwear collar, and his slender fingers holding the water bottle.

Chenshu let Jin Chen's gaze linger over his body.

"So late, still want to play games? Aren't you tired?"

He said while walking slowly toward Jin Chen and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

Between them was a distance neither far nor near—close enough to feel each other's body heat and breath, yet without direct contact.

Jin Chen's gaze moved with his movement; he pressed his lips and stubbornly repeated, "Game console."

Chenshu saw him clearly hiding something yet insisting on a flimsy excuse, putting on a tough front; the smile in his eyes deepened, becoming incredibly soft.

He suddenly leaned in, moving closer to Jin Chen, "The game console is in the bedroom."

Chenshu's voice was lowered, almost spoken against Jin Chen's ear, tone ambiguous, "Boyfriend, go get it yourself?"

The air grew thick; each breath carried the other's scent, intertwining and entwining.

The living room fell silent, save for each other's heartbeat and the faint, restrained breaths.

Jin Chen's fingertip twitched slightly at his side, slowly rose, touched Chenshu's lower lip, and pressed.

"Still hurts?"

Chenshu caught Jin Chen's wrist, but didn't pull away, pressing his palm against his own cheek.

"Not painful." Chenshu looked at him; the light gold in his eyes shimmered with a gentle glow, like the sea under moonlight.

"What you left behind doesn't hurt either."

That sentence was too blunt; Jin Chen's heartbeat skipped again.

He suddenly felt irritable, or rather, some unfamiliar surge of emotion had no outlet.

Jin Chen broke free from Chenshu's grip on his wrist, lifted his hand, hooked it around Chenshu's neck, applied slight pressure, and pulled him toward himself.

Their bodies were almost pressed together.

"Chenshu."

"Hmm?" Chenshu responded, letting him hook his neck, even actively pressing his body closer, his arms naturally wrapping around Jin Chen's waist.

Jin Chen locked eyes with him, asking word by word, "What you said on stage this afternoon—is it true?"

Chenshu looked at Jin Chen, who had rarely shed all his laziness, leaving only somewhat apprehensive black eyes; his heart felt both sour and soft.

He tightened the arm around Jin Chen's waist, lightly burying his face in Jin Chen's neck.

"True, every word is true."

Chenshu called his name, voice soft as a sigh, "Jin Chen, I have always been willing toward you."

Whether you remember or not, no matter which world you're in, no matter how you approach or push away.

Jin Chen followed his instinct, lowered his head, and kissed Chenshu's lips.

They rubbed, lightly sucking.

Chenshu let him lead, obediently opening her mouth, a silent guidance and invitation.

Jin Chen's learning ability manifested fully; he quickly mastered the rhythm, exploring and sucking, exchanging their breaths.

Chenshu's breathing also became disordered, her long lashes trembling, she clenched the sleepwear fabric at Jin Chen's waist.

Both were slightly out of breath from lack of oxygen; Jin Chen then slowly withdrew, the corners of his eyes tinged red, his lips even more red.

Chenshu looked at Jin Chen, who rarely showed such a dreamy, soft expression from the kiss, her love almost overflowing.

He couldn't help it, moving in again to lightly peck her lips, like a bird pecking food, filled with endless affection.

"Game console..." Chenshu's voice hoarse badly, filled with intense desire and amusement, her fingers lightly rubbing Jin Chen's back.

"Still want more?"

Jin Chen hadn't fully come back from that lingering kiss, his gaze still a bit scattered; hearing Chenshu's question, he blinked, as if seriously considering, then said, "No need, tomorrow is fine too."

"Then tonight, just stay here?"

Jin Chen lowered his head, placing a kiss on the top of her head, "Mm."

Outside the window, the waves tireless, the night still long.