Chapter 31
The photo went viral, with many netizens noting the bespectacled man next to Yan Huai, who exuded a dank, otaku vibe, accentuated by a long, brown plaid scarf. A quick online search revealed him to be Shang Zhier, a renowned screenwriter who recently won the Best Screenwriter Award and has collaborated with Yan Huai on numerous occasions.
Some careful netizens also discovered that both of them were wearing rings on their ring fingers, but they couldn't tell whether they were the same style.
For a time, there were many speculations about their relationship. Some people even started to pair them up, and some even compared the photos of Yan Huai hugging a strange man, strongly suspecting that this man was Shang Zhier.
Neither of them responded on Weibo.
After Yan Huai returned home, his clothes were stained with the smell of spicy hot pot, and he went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Shang Zhier opened a small account with his mobile phone and joined the CP super topic.
He slid his fingers across the screen, browsing the posts.
Seeing a post titled "Maid Outfit Play", he clicked on it for some unknown reason.
The words were reversed. I asked in the comments section and found out that I had to flip the mirror to see them.
Shang Zhier was working in the photo album. When he enlarged a picture, his face suddenly turned red.
This... this is simply... lawless!
He put the phone on his sweater, blinked, calmed his breathing, thought about it, and then held the phone and looked at it again.
"What are you looking at?"
Yan Huai had a towel wrapped around his waist. He bent down and put his chin close to the phone. Before he could see the words on the phone clearly, Shang Zhier hurriedly pressed the power button.
"What?" Yan Huai looked at him suspiciously, "You feel guilty."
Shang Zhier hugged his neck and kissed him, then quickly said, "No."
After the kiss, Shang Zhier turned and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Yan Huai stared at the phone lying on the sofa, stretched out his arm to hook it, and they both had the same password. He entered the password and wanted to see what Shang Zhier had just been doing.
"Wow." Yan Huai stared at the phone in surprise.
This turned out to be a fan fiction written by him and Shang Zhier. After reading it with gusto, he went to the super topic to see if there was any new fan fiction.
This visit opened the door to a new world. Not only was there the love from the younger school hunk, but there was also the evil man with glasses climbing through the window late at night, and there were also pictures of cute people kissing.
Shang Zhier pushed open the bathroom door, his hair still dripping with water. He saw Yan Huai holding his phone and leaped onto the bed to grab it. "What are you looking at?"
"See what's wrong?" Yan Huai pressed his wrist. "Aren't their fan fictions pretty good? Give it to me quickly. I haven't finished reading the one just now."
Shang Zhieryi threw the phone onto the carpet and said, "No."
Yan Huai sat on Shang Zhier's waist and played with him for a while. As they played, Shang Zhier started to thrust his hips.
"Stop it." Yan Huai said, "I have a business event tomorrow, so I need to wear makeup and a deep-V suit."
Shang Zhier hugged his waist and said, "No trouble, I won't bite you, I'll just kiss you."
"Just a kiss?" Yan Huai was shaken by his shaking body, "Then what are you doing?"
Shang Zhier smiled without saying anything and reached out to take off his glasses.
The two of them had reached a tacit understanding: taking off his glasses meant they were about to kiss. Yan Huai lowered his head, and their lips and tongues tangled. In bed, Shang Zhier liked to wear glasses. He felt that this allowed him to see Yan Huai's expression clearly, which further aroused his desire. Yan Huai didn't like him wearing glasses at this time. Besides the pain of kissing, he also felt embarrassed and ashamed.
"Wait..." Yan Huai opened his mouth, ran off the bed quickly, took out something from under the bed in the next bedroom, and threw it next to Shang Zhier.
Shang Zhier held the collar of the maid outfit and looked left and right. "Are you going to wear it?"
"No," Yan Huai shook his head, "You wear it."
"I wear it!?" Shang Zhier widened his eyes.
Yan Huai sat astride his waist, "I don't want you to exert any strength, I'm moving."
Shang Zhier had no choice but to change his clothes. Yan Huai put cat ears on him. Shang Zhier sighed deeply, thinking that the bath he had just taken wasted.
Yan Huai gently hit Shang Zhier's waist and abdomen, panting slightly and said, "Did I tell you to move? Then move."
"Wrong." Shang Zhier said.
"What do you want to say?" Yan Huai stared at him.
"Owner."
"good."
The two of them stayed together until midnight. Shang Zhier picked up Yan Huai by the waist, walked into the bathroom, and took a comfortable hot bath in the bathtub.
Shang Zhier tilted his head and kissed his face, saying, "Big star, sing a song for me."
"No," Yan Huai played with the bubbles, "I don't sing well."
"Sing, sing." Shang Zhier, with wet hair, nudged his neck.
Yan Huai hummed a few words quietly, and Shang Zhier asked him, "What song is this?"
"I won't tell you." Yan Huai got up from his arms, the rushing water flowing over his smooth waist. Shang Zhier reached out and poked it, his fingers were wet.
Yan Huai rinsed off the foam, put on his bathrobe, walked to the bathtub, stared at him and said, "Are your hands itchy?"
"Yes." Shang Zhier waved at him, "Come here, I'll tie your belt for you."
Yan Huai took a few steps forward, and Shang Zhier took the belt of his bathrobe and tied a beautiful bow around his waist.
Yan Huai was blow-drying his hair in the living room. Shang Zhier soaked in the bathtub for another ten minutes before getting up to run the water and rinse off the foam.
He tied a bath towel around his waist, propped up his dripping hair, and hugged Yan Huai to help blow dry his hair.
"Don't move." Yan Huai wiped the water off his hair, tested the temperature of the hair dryer, and started blowing from the back of his head.
The rumbling sound of the hair dryer made Shang Zhier drowsy.
After blowing it half dry, he hugged Yan Huai and went back to the bedroom to sleep.
The next day, Yan Huai went to a business event, and Shang Zhier stayed at home typing on the keyboard to write a new script.
Yan Huai almost rushed back, but unfortunately, there was a traffic jam on the road, so he had to send a message to Shang Zhier, asking Shang Zhier to eat first and not wait for him.
Shang Zhier sent a crying bear emoticon pack.
Caption: Come back soon.
Yan Huai sighed. Yuan Meng heard him from the passenger seat and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry today?"
"Well, if I don't go back home, I'm going to faint from hunger."
When Yan Huai thought about the househusband in glasses and an apron who tried to cook for the first time and waited until he fainted from hunger, he became extremely anxious and wanted to fly back through the window!
While working during the day, Shang Zhier kept posting updates on the progress of his cooking.
Seeing that his finger was cut, Yan Huai's eyes showed a trace of heartache.
He Xuan stared at the cut that was less than a centimeter long, his mouth twitching: "He's just pretending."
He Xuan took the ice water and chewed the ice cubes inside. He still couldn't understand why Yan Huai could not bear Shang Zhi pretending like this every day, acting coquettishly and pitifully without exposing him.
Seeing Yan Huai still sending messages, he shook his head helplessly, admiring Shang Zhier, this scheming man.
When Yan Huai rushed home, Shang Zhier was squatting next to the trash can peeling persimmons.
"Are you back?" Shang Zhier held up a persimmon. "Take a bite. It's crisp and sweet."
Yan Huai lowered his head and took a bite. "Sweet."
He kissed Shang Zhier on the mouth, washed his hands, and looked at the three dishes and one soup Shang Zhier had made on the table. Before he even started eating, he praised them profusely: "They smell so good, they must be delicious."
Shang Zhier drank some water and asked him, "Which dish is the most delicious?"
Yan Huai pointed to the garlic-flavored spareribs on the plate and said, "This."
It was really delicious. He ate three bowls of rice in one night, and the last bit of rice in the rice cooker went into his bowl. Shang Zhier was not full, so he took chopsticks and took half a bowl of rice from his bowl.
The dishes went into the dishwasher, the lights dimmed, and they lay on the couch watching a movie, their two kittens rumbling on the carpet.
Such tender moments are rare. Most of the time, the two continue to be in a long-distance relationship. Yan Huai is filming on the set, and Shang Zhier is working in another group. If they are lucky, they can work together, but if they are unlucky, they can only be in a long-distance relationship.
Yan Huai also realized this and felt that long-distance relationships were too difficult to endure. After terminating his contract with the company, he set up his own studio and Yuan Meng became his agent.
After turning 30, his work gradually decreased. It wasn't that he was no longer popular, but he wanted to semi-retire from the industry. He was hesitant and kept filming one movie every year.
One day when he was tidying up his room at home, Yan Huai found a box of discs on the cabinet, which contained various domestic and foreign movies, one of which was Moss.
He took the disc and wiped off the dust.
It has been three years since he finished filming Moss, and he has never seen the movie. He always feels that watching himself acting is a strange thing, and he also feels that the story is too tragic and requires him to be mentally prepared. He has been putting it off until today.
Shang Zhier cut a plate of fruit slices, pierced a piece of pineapple with a fork, and stuffed it into Yan Huai's mouth, "Where did you find this?"
Yan Huai pointed upwards and said, "It's on top of the cabinet. It's been there for a long time."
"Let's take a look?" Shang Zhier picked up the disc. "You haven't watched it since the show ended, have you?"
Yan Huai stood up and followed him to the living room, "Well, it feels weird to watch myself acting."
Shang Zhier stared at the screen and suddenly said, "Is this the uncensored version?"
"Maybe." Yan Huai said, and after thinking about it, he reminded worriedly, "Don't get jealous when you see it!"
Shang Zhier glanced at him, then shifted his gaze to the screen, "I just love being jealous."
The film begins with the camera following a tabby cat next to a trash can. The cat scurries away, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow. Following the footprints, we see a pair of old shoes worn by a person. Looking up from the shoes, we see a beautiful face. Xiang Shui is nervously holding a phone...
Yan Huai stared at the screen intently, and seeing this he couldn't help but say, "Xiang Shui is too easy to fool."
"It's very innocent, and it's normal for teenagers." Shang Zhier said.
The images played non-stop, and soon it was time for the first sex scene.
Listening to the panting sounds and the impact of the picture, Yan Huai turned his head and buried himself in Shang Zhier's arms. He couldn't look at himself immersed in lust. Even if it was an act, it was so real and moving.
Shang Zhier touched his face and asked, "Are you shy?"
"How embarrassing." Yan Huai's ears turned red.
He lay there for a few minutes until Shang Zhier told him that the scene had changed, and Yan Huai continued to look at the screen.
When it came to the second game, he still wanted to hide, but Shang Zhier didn't let him hide. He hugged him and let him see himself clearly.
Yan Huai had no choice but to stare. He hadn't expected his acting to be so captivating. As he stared into his own eyes, he suddenly remembered that he'd performed the sex scene with Shang Zhier in mind. It turned out he'd already started to have different feelings for Shang Zhier.
At the end of the shot, a fiery cloud drifted across the sky, and a green train sped past. After a roar, blood oozed out of the tracks, staining the green grass and flowers red. The camera turned to the crowd, and only a woman's scream was heard.
Yan Huai's tears welled up in his eyes, and he could even instantly recall that feeling.
Shang Zhier held him in his arms and comforted him, "Don't cry, baby. You have to know that this is just the end of the story."
Yan Huai thought, yes, the story is over, but the real world outside the camera is still going on.
Life is long, he and Shang Zhier still have a very long time to go, and there will be many more to come.
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