Chapter 3142: My Wife and I Role-Play Daily Life 27

The inn finally grew quiet.

The cultivators could finally get a good night's sleep; the fox and wolf monsters were dealt with, the location of their lair was forced out, there will be another tough battle tomorrow, and tonight they must rest up.

In the room, the candlelight flickered.

Jin Chen lay back on the bed, pulling the covers up to his chest, his hair spread over the pillow, lying on his side watching Chenshu pour water at the table and drink; after Chenshu finished and set the cup back on the table, turning to walk back to the bedside, Jin Chen reached out and grabbed his belt, pulling him onto the bed.

Chenshu braced his hands on Jin Chen's shoulders to steady himself, then lowered his head to look at the face beneath him.

Jin Chen lay face-up, his hair ends spilling from the pillow over the edge of the bed; the mark on his face had completely faded, his skin smooth, catching a faint sheen in the candlelight.

He looked at Chenshu's brows and eyes, smiled slightly, then tilted his head up to take his lower lip, pulling the hand still braced on the pillow's edge down to wrap around his own waist.

Their lips and tongues rubbed together for a while, Jin Chen murmured indistinctly: 'Senior brother, you care about me this much because you like me.'

Chenshu, having his lips held by him, felt the wet, intimate kiss, yet still had spare attention to ponder tonight's affairs.

He saw that the rope binding the fox monster was issued by the system, indicating that Jin Chen was also bound to the system; previously he had guessed Jin Chen's system might be the same as his, both being rival-playing systems, but now it didn't seem so.

Could it be some… task that requires the capture target to confess first?

Chenshu's face grew hot from the kiss, yet he deliberately teased him.

"We aren't… rivals, are we…?"

He had barely spoken half the sentence when Jin Chen bit his throat.

Chenshu's lean waist wanted to spring up, but Jin Chen pressed it back down.

Jin Chen narrowed his eyes, acting mischievously, yet said with a smile, 'Yes, oh.'

He readily said, 'Rivals can also sleep together.'

Having said that, he pulled open the covers and draped them over both himself and Chenshu, covering what was visible in the candlelight.

Under the blanket, their necks touched, chests pressed together, quite intimate.

Chenshu, being kissed by him, wanted to grind his teeth, pinched Jin Chen's face but couldn't bring himself to use force, 'You always make sense.'

"Mm." Jin Chen responded, then continued kissing him, their breath circulating between them, 'Rivals can also…'

"11" and "00" in unison: 'No way!'

The next second, both systems were blocked in unison and tossed into the little black room, just like a disposable part of a play.

Jin Chen pressed his lips, burying his face in Chenshu's belly, rubbing left and right, 'So hot, I'm restless, feeling awful. Senior brother, should you manage this?'

Chenshu looked at his state, fully aware; having come this far, he still asked whether to continue—this person was doing it on purpose.

In his breath he caught a faint hint of agarwood on Jin Chen; that scent mixed with body heat, forming an intoxicating aura.

Chenshu pressed Jin Chen's shoulders, flipped to sit in his lap; the blanket slid off their shoulders, candlelight came from the side, revealing his firm, pale thighs fully to Jin Chen's view.

Jin Chen lay face-up below, his handsome peach-blossom eyes blinking once, his gaze drifting down to rest on that slender waistline.

Chenshu braced against his chest, slightly straightening his waist, but he underestimated how raw this body felt.

Thus things suddenly became difficult.

He trembled so much he could barely sit, his thighs clenched tight, his breath also stalled; only then did he realize this, then lowered his eyes to meet Jin Chen's, breathing lightly.

Jin Chen looked at his state, his eyes suddenly turning extremely dangerous and aggressive; Chenshu felt his spine jolt like an electric shock from that gaze, still braced on Jin Chen's shoulder, he slowly lowered his head to kiss Jin Chen's earlobe, then let out a low sigh.

"Or… you come, okay?"

It was truly a striking contradiction. Chenshu clearly seemed experienced in intimacy, yet his skill level didn't match the awkwardness his body showed.

Jin Chen's earlier guess about Chenshu's memory resurfaced, and he had formed a conviction in his heart, but now was not the time to expose it.

He had completely taken the lead; his kiss moved from the side of the face to the side of the neck, his warm voice falling onto the ear's base.

"Senior brother not liking me is fine; I just like senior brother…"

Chenshu, about to fall apart, heard this, clung to his back to barely steady himself, inevitably feeling amused as well.

"I… I never said… I don't like you, hiss…"

The rest of Chenshu's words were swallowed; he was tossed about in utter disarray, all his strength drained.

He trembled as he raised his arms to pull Jin Chen into his embrace, lazily rubbing against the handsome face resting on his shoulder, kissing it, as if caressing some priceless treasure, his breath hot and chaotic.

"I like you…"

——

On the day before the secret realm opened, the various sects whose disciples had been abducted united, and with the help of cultivators from the Free and Easy Immortal Sect, they stormed the lair of the Envoy of the Demon Emperor.

After those ghostly demons were struck with a forbidden spell, they lost the inexplicable ability to conceal their aura, and could no longer lurk silently in the darkness.

The cultivators repaid grudges and avenged grievances; the anger built up over days poured out all at once, beating those ghostly demons until they cried for their parents.

Jin Chen didn't go himself, only sending He Yun to act together, ostensibly to let his junior martial brother gain experience. He himself stayed in the inn, waiting for the dust to settle before slowly rising from bed; Chenshu was arranging magical artifacts usable in the secret realm at the table, and Jin Chen walked over, embracing his waist from behind and hanging himself on him, chin resting in his shoulder socket, his whole body limp and boneless.

"Still, body cultivators are the best," Jin Chen rubbed his shoulder, tone filled with satisfied relief, "His recovery speed is great."

Chenshu poked his face, annoyed.

Another day passed, and the secret realm officially opened.

At the entrance, a huge light array slowly rotated on the ground, emitting massive Spiritual Power fluctuations; cultivators from various sects gathered around the light array, waiting for the moment to enter.

The disciples of the Free and Easy Immortal Sect stood together, preparing to enter according to the prearranged order; Jin Chen stood beside Chenshu to prevent being sent to different places upon entering the secret realm.

The light array's brilliance peaked, a strong suction surged from the light gate, enveloping all cultivators.

Then the light faded.

Jin Chen opened his eyes to find himself standing in an unfamiliar forest; ancient trees towered around, vines entwined.

Chenshu was not by his side.

Jin Chen: "Tsk."