Chapter 31 (End of Main Text) - Loving All of You

Early in the morning, Xu Yan was awakened by his phone ringing. Still somewhat groggy from yesterday's alcohol and recklessness, he struggled to find his phone next to his pillow and answered the call.

I asked him for some urgent materials.

The call was brief. After hanging up, Xu Yan sat up, leaned against the headboard, and casually picked up the laptop from the table next to her and placed it on her lap.

"Password." Xu Yan turned on the computer.

In his sleep, Chi Chen turned over and habitually crossed his arm, placing his warm palm precisely between his legs. When he touched the soft skin, he unconsciously tightened his fingers. Then, Chi Chen's cheek pressed against his and rubbed against him. "YAN520."

Xu Yan felt a slight tingling sensation as Chi Chen's eyelashes brushed against his skin. He stiffened for a moment but didn't push the other away. He simply repeated, "I'm asking you for the password."

"Uh, press 520." Chi Chen's lips moved slightly, almost touching Xu Yan's skin, as he murmured a string of letters and numbers, his voice sticky and slurred, filled with fatigue and sleepiness.

Xu Yan paused for half a second, realizing he had misheard. A breath of hot air rose to his ears as he re-entered the password.

I don't know when Chi Chen came up with this kind of password, it's so corny.

Because the work was urgent, Xu Yan didn't have time to think and logged into her work account directly. Her brain quickly woke up from drowsiness, and she finished processing everything in less than ten minutes.

After finishing, he exited the page and prepared to shut down the computer when he suddenly caught sight of a folder out of the corner of his eye.

The icon is ordinary, but it says "yan" on it.

Xu Yan paused, her movements halting. What could it be about him?

His private photos?

Xu Yan's fingers curled slightly, her fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the touchpad.

Reason told him he shouldn't pry into other people's secrets, and the best thing to do was to close the laptop as if he hadn't seen anything.

However, this is ultimately a secret about his own life.

Xu Yan glanced at Chi Chen, who had closed his eyes again because he was too tired last night. Because he was lying on his side with his legs pressed against Chi Chen's, his cheeks were slightly puffed up and the corners of his mouth were inexplicably twitching, revealing a silly and somewhat happy smile.

My heart started racing; maybe this is what it feels like to do something bad.

Xu Yan opened the folder.

Chi Chen, who was beside her, suddenly moved. Xu Yan quickly used a shortcut to switch to another page.

"Wife... kiss..." Chi Chen, who was clearly still unconscious, pouted and started nibbling on his leg.

Xu Yan remained silent for a few seconds, but ultimately did not interrupt him and continued to look at the computer screen.

Xu Yan reopened the folder and was able to see the contents clearly.

It's further divided into several folders, including live stream recordings, photos, and private chat recordings.

Even without opening it, Xu Yan could guess what was inside.

He first opened the folder containing the live stream recordings, since that seemed to be the safest option.

It took a long time to load and refresh.

The videos inside are all labeled according to the date of his live stream. Some videos don't have a date, but they are labeled with what he did at the time or what special costumes he wore.

For example: [White sweater with a very low neckline], [He's been drinking and looks more provocative than usual], [His white t-shirt got wet accidentally while drinking water and is almost completely see-through.]

Xu Yan could no longer remember what he did in each live stream, but seeing these special titles, he could almost recall them.

His cheeks involuntarily flushed. Maintaining a good state during the live stream was not difficult for him, but recalling what he had done at the time was quite embarrassing.

Xu Yan didn't dare to scroll down and quickly closed the folder.

Private video chats are completely private, no doubt about it.

Out of curiosity, Xu Yan opened the photo folder, but this time it didn't go so smoothly and a password popped up.

He frowned and tried typing in yan520.

A password error message popped up.

It's not that simple after all. What could it be? It probably isn't a birthday or anything like that. I suppose Chi Chen doesn't want people to guess it.

Could it be her birthday...? Xu Yan mentioned it during a live stream, and in the past, a large sum of money would be transferred to her every time she had a birthday.

"It's my wife's birthday."

Chi Chen's voice came from below, still a little hoarse and lazy from just waking up.

His tone was so calm that it seemed neither surprised nor angry that his secrets had been spied on.

He even closed his eyes again after speaking, and snuggled closer to Xu Yan in peace.

Xu Yan tensed up instantly upon being caught, followed by anger and embarrassment.

Moreover, Chi Chen's nonchalant attitude made him lose interest.

But we've already come this far, and it would be hard to give up without watching.

Xu Yan pursed her lips, suppressing her awkwardness, and typed her birthdate on the keyboard.

The folder opened smoothly, revealing rows of neatly arranged pictures.

Most of them are screenshots from my own live streams or video chats with Chi Chen. Perhaps Chi Chen thought certain angles looked good or were special, so he took the screenshots.

The screenshots aren't very clear, so I've included a picture next to each one...

Chi Chen would make subtle and bold changes to the original image, such as changing the clothes, adding a pair of hands to make some gestures, or even drawing long hair with the strands falling ambiguously, all of which would make the image more erotic.

"Wife, did I draw well?" Chi Chen sat up at some point, resting his chin on his shoulder, his warm chest against his back, and his breath brushing against his ear.

He admired his own painting with great interest, his tone carrying a childlike boastfulness mixed with a hint of emotion.

Xu Yan's face instantly turned hot; the feeling of looking at her own phoenix painting with the artist was too strange.

Chi Chen, however, was completely unaware. He even reached over Xu Yan's shoulder, grabbed the mouse, and flipped through the pages, saying, "Show my wife some of my favorite pictures."

Xu Yan's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and she had an uneasy premonition.

Sure enough, the file was scrolled down to the bottom, and Chi Chen zoomed in on an image.

That was a photo of Xu Yan, drunk and unconsciously leaning back in her chair, her clothes slightly slipping down. But in the next picture, in Chi Chen's drawing, a pair of hands appeared out of nowhere at the hem of her clothes, the clearly defined fingertips pressing down...

somewhere.

For a moment, Xu Yan didn't know where to put his face or eyes; he even wanted to close the computer.

But at this moment, Chi Chen reached out and pinched his chin. The gentle touch of his fingertips made Xu Yan tremble, and he had no choice but to keep his gaze on the screen.

"Let's take another look, brother." Chi Chen had already changed the picture... This was a specific pose that Chi Chen had asked him to strike when they were video chatting privately.

She probably wasn't wearing much at the time... but Chi Chen drew a maid outfit with very little fabric on it, and a lace headband on her head.

In the painting, her cheeks are flushed, one hand covers her mouth as if suppressing something, while the other hand lifts her skirt, revealing glimpses that spark the imagination.

"Are you Bian Tai?" Xu Yan cursed through gritted teeth.

It turns out that the strange actions he was asked to perform in the past were all screenshots taken and then drawn into Chi Chen's imagination.

“There are also some who are very pure.” Chi Chen seemed to chuckle softly, unconcerned about the name “Bian Tai,” and continued flipping through the pages.

The scene changed rapidly; he seemed very skilled and knew exactly where each picture was.

It's like something I look at frequently.

This realization stirred up inexplicable emotions in Xu Yan's heart.

Chi Chen clicked on the photo. It was of him stretching, and the subtle wrinkles in his pajamas were clearly drawn, even the delicate curve of his elongated neck was beautifully rendered.

For some reason, Xu Yan had a feeling that the painter had poured in extremely rich emotions.

When they first met, Chi Chen seemed to only want to sleep with him.

"Why?" Xu Yan's throat tightened, and she couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you just want to sleep?"

Chi Chen hesitated for a few seconds, his arms tightened slightly, and his voice became serious, "I originally thought so too, but I think it was just my reputation that I had suppressed for two years, and my intense emotions turned into a bluefish."

"Is love always noble? Is sex always vulgar?" Chi Chen laughed. "Sex isn't that so shameful."

"I have never had sex with anyone. Before I clicked into your live stream, I always thought I was frigid. No matter how many people I was flirting with, I could not accept any physical contact. It would only make me want to vomit. I couldn't even watch porn like other guys. I thought I had a psychological problem and went to see a psychologist many times."

"Only you... have made me feel this way for the first time. Every night I have to watch your live stream or check my live status. Isn't this love?"

"Sophistry," Xu Yan muttered under her breath, her heart aching.

However, he knew that he and Chi Chen shared the same idea, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to keep Chi Chen as his mistress; they were both people who didn't shy away from sex.

Being told this so bluntly left him unsure how to respond.

Chi Chen seemed to sense his wavering, and gently stroked his waist with his hand. "Wife, I know you also hate physical contact with other people... So, we are a perfect match, right?"

"I love you, not just for your looks, but also for your indifference, your pride, and those unspeakable pride and vulnerabilities..."

"forever."

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The author has something to say: A rather unpleasant head nanny who eats her fill every day by cutting off pieces of her own leg meat. [Applause]

I highly recommend checking out the extra chapter, "If" story, about meeting in childhood. [doge][thumbs up] I really enjoyed writing it.

I'll start writing the next book after I've finished the entire draft. If you like it, could you please bookmark Xiaolisha's author page and her new story? [doge]

What to do when your survival partner turns into a snake [Apocalyptic Infrastructure]

The fearless young master Jiang hooked up with a proud and aloof young nobleman, but dumped him when he got tired of him.

Unexpectedly, the apocalypse arrived the next day, with torrential rain, extreme cold, and harsh conditions causing organisms and some humans to mutate.

Young Master Jiang reunites with his ex-boyfriend at his most vulnerable moment.

He was pinned to the ground by a burly man because of a bag of instant noodles, feeling humiliated and powerless.

His ex-boyfriend, Gu Yao, saved him with an axe, panting with a blank expression, "Come with me."

So, her ex-boyfriend became unstoppable, fighting with increasing ferocity, while Jiang Hao slacked off and freeloaded.

But the good times didn't last long; her ex-boyfriend never came back after going out one day.

He had to clumsily and laboriously pick up the blood-stained axe and fend for himself.

Jiang Hao felt that she missed her ex-boyfriend a little.

*

Two weeks later, Jiang Hao was woken up from her sleep by being strangled.

Through her blurry vision, she saw her ex-boyfriend's face.

His eyes turned into cold, vertical pupils, and his waist and abdomen were covered with thin scales.

The thick, terrifying tail tightened around his waist, and as he spoke, it would flick out a scarlet forked tongue.

Young Master Jiang ultimately couldn't bring himself to run away alone.

From then on, their situations were reversed.

The carefree young master, with his snake-shaped dependents, traversed through mountain torrents and plagues, and embraced each other in torrential rain and extreme cold.

—In this desolate and cold world, they are the only color in each other's eyes.

#You will grow.

#Infrastructure is relatively late