Chapter 3146: My Wife and I Role-play Daily Life 31

Jin Chen refused to follow the coaxing Chenshu inside, standing still in place, utterly motionless, really having a big temper.

Chenshu reached out to hug him, but Jin Chen buried his head looking at the ground, purely resisting his hand, lunging forward as if trying to leave.

Chenshu sighed, his voice softening, "I know you're angry, but can't I get a chance to explain?"

Jin Chen didn't turn his head, "You don't love me anymore, I can't keep you!"

Several senior brothers and sisters automatically retreated a bit, fearing these two would start fighting again like before.

"Let me properly apologize, okay?" Chenshu embraced Jin Chen's waist, continuing to coax him.

"No way!" Jin Chen, being held by him, struggled in place.

11 urgently shouted, "Tasker! Please seize the archenemy's spiritual secret treasure!"

00, even more exhausted, said, "Tasker, it shouldn't be like this..."

Chenshu also thought so, empty verbal apologies lacked sincerity. So he released Jin Chen and began pulling things out of his storage ring, all kinds of rarities, all snatched in passing.

There was iridescent spiritual jade, spiritual herbs emitting rich medicinal fragrance, spiritual artifacts carved with ancient runes, and several pieces of defensive spiritual armor that looked valuable. Soon the stone platform was piled high with all kinds of treasures, flashing various colors of light in the sunlight, dazzling to the eye.

11 looked at this scene: "?"

It didn't understand.

How did the archenemy actively send the secret treasure to the Tasker? This script is wrong!

00 was so angry he didn't want to speak, simply locking himself in the small dark room, sighing, on his first mission he'd encountered a Tasker who was utterly uncooperative.

Jin Chen finally stopped struggling, slightly narrowing his eyes, looking at the pile of sparkling treasures on the stone platform, he snorted coldly, unknown what scheme he was plotting.

"You say," he drawled, "what secret treasure is worth you not coming to find me?"

"Something beneficial to you," Chenshu looked at his eyes that finally turned to look at his own, the worry in his heart easing, he lifted a hand to brush aside a strand of hair pinned by a fan on Jin Chen's cheek, "Shall we go inside to talk?"

Jin Chen finally moved his steps, being pulled by Chenshu into the nearby cave cliff.

Inside the cave cliff was another world.

The entrance was narrow, only allowing one person to pass sideways, but upon entering the space opened up, the cave was domed, about three or four zhang high.

The Cold Pool occupied most of the cave's area, the water surface gave off a cold white mist, touching it felt icy cold. The pool water was clear to the bottom, by the pool there was a stone bed, its surface polished smooth and flat, used for meditative breathing after training the body in the Cold Pool.

Chenshu casually tossed a soundproof barrier at the cave entrance, walked over and poked Jin Chen's shoulder, then sat in his embrace, hooking his neck, affectionately rubbing their noses together.

"Jin Chen, that treasure is rare, I want to seize it first and give it to you. I feared being late and losing it to others, so I had the junior brothers go ahead to find you, and after I got the treasure I'd rush over."

Jin Chen lifted his eyes to look at him, "Then why not come find me first, then go seize the treasure together?"

Upon hearing this, Chenshu understood that Jin Chen had accepted his explanation, but still needed him to yield.

Thus Chenshu moved close, taking Jin Chen's lower lip into his mouth, lightly biting it, then rubbing it, repeatedly calling his name: "Jin Chen... Jin Chen."

He then cupped Jin Chen's face and kissed him, the kiss gentle and prolonged, carrying apology and soothing, gradually dispelling the lingering displeasure in Jin Chen's heart.

Only then did Jin Chen wrap his arms around his waist, responding to the kiss.

After a while of intimacy, Jin Chen suddenly recalled something, rummaging through the storage ring Chenshu had given him, and suddenly pulled out an item.

That silver chain felt icy cold to the hand, brimming with spiritual energy, shaped like a spiritual butterfly, with several small hooks on the chain that could turn into spikes; by infusing Spiritual Power it could easily enlarge, usable as a weapon, enough to easily take a life.

But at this moment, held in Jin Chen's hand, its original form was indeed small and exquisite, more like a beautiful ornament than a killing weapon.

Jin Chen held it in his hand, playing with it for a while, placing the spiritual butterfly on his palm to examine, then tugged the silver chain to test its toughness.

Then he slowly looked at Chenshu, blinked, and his eyes showed a hint of anticipation.

Chenshu looked at his expression, fell silent for a moment, "Does this also count as something needed for an apology?"

Jin Chen nodded, his fingertips lightly turning the silver butterfly half a circle, "Indeed."

Chenshu helplessly chuckled, poked his forehead, lamenting that this person relied on thinking he had no memory to act lawlessly and deceive.

But he still undid the buttons on his chest, one, two, the collar opened, his thin skin showing a perfect curve.

Jin Chen lifted the silver chain and let it drop, like a spiritual butterfly about to flap its wings, the edge of the chain lightly brushed the reddish skin, Chenshu's breath hitched slightly.

The hollowed-out middle part was just right to hang on, then tightening the chain made it even fuller and prominent, bulging out, standing out especially against the silver chain.

Chenshu's pupils dilated slightly, he instinctively reached up to cling to Jin Chen's shoulder, but Jin Chen embraced his waist, preventing him from moving easily.

Jin Chen seemed to have developed great interest, his gaze fixed on the silver spiritual butterfly, his fingers still resting on both sides of it, he lifted the dangling silver chain and gave it a light tug.

Chenshu clung to his neck, murmuring a soft hum, he greatly enjoyed the tingling sensation of being caressed, his whole body felt ripe, especially alluring.

His breathing became somewhat rapid, his chest rising and falling with each breath, the silver spiritual butterfly also trembled slightly, flickering with fine glints in the dim cave.

Jin Chen was somewhat satisfied, his eye color deepening, he lowly whispered in a murmuring voice: "Chenshu."

In his low voice lay a certain unspeakable yearning.

In such intimacy, he still liked to call his name, this name flowing between lips and teeth, a private signal for the two of them.

"What's wrong..." Chenshu slightly leaned forward, brushing his lips against Jin Chen's, asking softly. His voice also sounded a bit hoarse, with a faint tremor.

Jin Chen lowered his gaze to look at him, his fingers still unable to leave that silver artifact spiritual butterfly, fiddling with it until the silver chain sank deep into the skin, leaving a faint mark.

He asked, "Do you want to keep coaxing me?"

Jin Chen again gripped the plump edges of the spiritual butterfly in his palm, feeling the warmth and pulse transmitted from his palm, his voice tinged with a smile: "Actually I'm no longer angry."

The moment the spiritual butterfly was enclosed, Chenshu's breath stumbled again, he bent his waist to sink further into Jin Chen's embrace, having gained the choice, Chenshu bit his lower lip to hold back, only a hint of moisture appearing at the corners of his eyes.

He hooked his arms around Jin Chen's neck and kissed him, the kiss passionate and indulgent, almost doting, whispering hoarsely near Jin Chen's ear: "Want to go into the Cold Pool to coax you, okay?"

That was far more interesting than the stone bed.

Jin Chen indeed became even more anticipant.

He embraced Chenshu and lifted him, movements gentle yet steady, "Alright, I really am not angry now."

Jin Chen, holding the person in his arms, stepped into the Cold Pool.

The pool water was icy cold, a bone‑chilling chill, but their body temperatures merged, so they didn't feel cold.

The cold white mist swirled around them, shrouding their figures in a hazy veil.

After a moment, the water began to ripple, waves spreading outward.

Inside the cold mist, a human shadow swayed; the spirit butterfly's silver light flickered in the water mist, appearing and disappearing, trembling lightly to the rhythm of the water waves, as if it were truly fluttering its wings and flying.