Chapter 81: The Left-Behind Puppy vs. the Xinhua Dictionary – For Both of Them, It Was…
[Ahhhhh, little brother, you did a great job! I also want to know the answer to this question, hehehe~]
[Blind guess: navel orange! Watch CEO Lu do it himself~ (winking)]
No, no, no, navel oranges are probably what President Lu likes, but I really can't guess which kind the movie star likes. In my eyes now, he's just a repressed pervert, and his answers are usually quite unexpected, haha.
Wen Yinhe's eyelashes fluttered rapidly. He looked away shyly, covered his flushed face with his hand, and reached for the wine: "I'd rather drink..."
"No way, Wen-ge, this is only the first round! You can't even answer such a simple question? Don't be like this!"
An Zicheng rushed over and snatched the bottle from his wine bottle, then began to take full advantage of his age, throwing a tantrum and acting like a scoundrel.
"Say it, say it! Anyway, President Lu isn't here, and the live stream is off, so what's there to be shy about? Speak freely!"
Even Shu Bao'er, Zheng Shuming, and Jiang Hengchuan, who were bored on the side, couldn't help but secretly cast curious glances at Wen Yinhe.
After all, no one in this world can resist listening to gossip.
Wen Yinhe was annoyed by An Zicheng's antics, but also inexplicably encouraged. He coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "I... prefer to hug him face to face."
"Huh? So ordinary?" An Zicheng was greatly disappointed, and his shoulders slumped listlessly. He thought he would hear a more exciting answer. He was wrong about you!
However, Wen Yinhe's eyes flickered quickly, and the blush on his face became more pronounced. He added seemingly casually, "Cough, it's... the kind where you stand up."
An Zicheng reacted in a second, then leaped up, transforming into a monkey, howling and running wildly around the field.
Shu Bao'er's expression was subtle, and her eyes darted around, clearly indicating that she had had a similar experience.
Zheng Shuming and Jiang Hengchuan's expressions changed, and they subconsciously looked down at their own figures, their expressions turning even uglier.
[Holy crap, I'm fucking insane!!!]
[Holy crap... I can't even comment, this is seriously amazing!]
Oh wow! It seems someone's feeling inferior, hahaha!
[The movie star doesn't need to lift weights anymore; just carrying President Lu around the house every day is enough!]
[Ugh, I wish I could be Zicheng's brother! Why can he ship couples on the spot?! I'm so envious!]
Lu Huaijin's eyes behind the screen also brightened. Not bad, he likes it too. It's super cool, isn't it?
However, he did not expect Wen Yinhe's tastes to be so unrestrained. He thought that Wen Yinhe, who was usually so gentle, would prefer someone more mild-mannered.
Tsk, what a closet pervert.
cute.
After running two laps, An Zicheng returned and suddenly pounced on the back of Wen Yinhe's sofa, grabbing his shoulders and anxiously asking:
"Quick, tell me, why do you like this position?"
Once you've made a start, it's not difficult to start the rest.
Wen Yinhe lowered his long eyelashes slightly, looking at his empty palms. He felt as if a piece of his heart was missing, feeling empty, lonely, and vaguely anxious and restless.
After not seeing each other for a few hours, he couldn't bear the feeling of being separated from Lu Huaijin.
He took a deep breath, his low, husky voice revealing a subtle danger that blended into his gentle and refined exterior, making him quite deceptive.
"Because it gives me a sense of control, as if I have him firmly in my palm, unable to escape, and without the ability to escape. I am his only lifeline, and he has nowhere to go but to hold on to me."
Of course, there are many more things that cannot be said aloud—
This pose.
Deeper.
Every walk was a sweet torment for the two of them.
He would hold Huai Jin and walk through all the corners he loved during those dark and desolate days of his past.
They buried those dark and painful memories one by one with the sweat they shed along the way, or something else.
Then, you can go to any part of your home as you please.
The living room carpet, the swing in the greenhouse, the rocking chair by the French windows, the yoga ball in the gym, and even the rooftop swimming pool...
Every finish line is a brand new surprise.
Neither of them knew where they would end up until the end of their journey.
Romantic and joyful.
How can someone say such outrageous things with such a gentle and shy face! Baby, you're such a gentle and shy miner! [Pity]
[I've never heard of this kind of character before... How did these three words even come together, hahaha! It's opened up a whole new track for Best Actor (doge)]
An Zicheng was stunned. His mouth slowly closed, his face flushed red, and he clenched his fists and stomped his feet, jumping up and down excitedly: "Damn, I never thought you were like this, Brother Wen... This is so exciting!"
After Wen Yinhe finished speaking, he felt a little embarrassed and subconsciously picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and used it to cover his burning cheeks.
An Zicheng couldn't help but quietly ask, "Um, does President Lu know about these thoughts of yours?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Huaijin, watching from the screen, had a slight glint in his eyes. He focused intently on Wen Yinhe, his eyes narrowing subtly, and a faint, ambiguous smile slowly curved his lips upward.
He gently parted his lips, silently making a lip shape—
I've always known.
Almost simultaneously, Wen Yinhe, following the curve of Lu Huaijin's lips, spoke along with him, each word carefully enunciated:
"I've always known."
Lu Huaijin then smiled happily.
As expected of the two of them, they have such great chemistry.
An Zicheng was slightly taken aback. Her brain, still a little sluggish from the alcohol, was not yet ready to respond when she saw Wen Yinhe gently put down his wine glass.
Wen Yinhe's eyes revealed a hint of intoxication, as if he had fallen into some kind of beautiful dream. Just thinking about that person's face and mentioning that person's name made his scalp tingle, his body burn, and his heart fly away with that person to a distant place, as if he had lost his soul.
Wherever that person is, that's where his heart is.
“I am so grateful that no matter how many unbearable, filthy, broken, decadent and wrong I have, no matter how dark, terrifying, sinful, filthy and shameful my thoughts are, he has never despised me in the slightest, never blamed me even once. On the contrary, he has always tolerated me, cherished me, guided me and loved me.”
His voice was deep and warm, and every word he spoke was filled with deep emotion when he talked about his beloved. He spoke so fluently that it almost gave people goosebumps.
It's like telling the story of a hero in one's heart, or praising an idol that one has long admired and adored.
That obsessive and infatuated look, that willingness to go through fire and water for it, to shed blood and sacrifice one's life, would make any fanatical believer in the world feel ashamed.
"Huai Jin is the most powerful, handsome, confident, charming, and noble person I have ever met in my life. He is also the person I cherish, love, and treasure the most in my life, and the person I would never let go of. He is so tall, handsome, heroic, outstanding, and extraordinary that he inspires longing, makes people willing to submit, and makes them fascinated by him."
An Zicheng: "..."
Good heavens, is this really describing President Lu?
This is talking about God!
He seriously suspected that if Wen Yinhe were given a chance, he could go on for three days and three nights without sleep to list all of Lu Huaijin’s merits!
There's still so much to say!
【Oh my goodness~ Did she memorize the entire Xinhua Dictionary? It gave me goosebumps!】
[Hahaha, Zicheng is completely stunned! How can someone have such a vast vocabulary? This is a real eye-opener for Zicheng!]
[The love-struck mind is taking over! Non-combatants, evacuate immediately!]
[Zicheng's younger brother: I thought I was already pretty love-obsessed, but I never imagined there were always people more capable than me!]
[Ahhhh, President Lu has always known exactly what kind of person the Movie Emperor is! Whether good or bad, kind or dark, gentle or rude, rough or tall, heavy or fast, big or even bigger, he loves him to death, okay?!]
[Sisters... everything seemed normal at first, but then their true colors were revealed!]
Not only were people both on and off screen exhausted from listening, but Lu Huaijin himself also felt unusually uncomfortable.
His back tensed slightly, and he tried to lift his chin, but his cheeks still couldn't help but flush red. He couldn't hide the pride and joy on his face.
If there weren't so many people watching, he would have loved to collapse onto the sofa and roll around in bed.
Damn, this is so sweet!
How can this man be so adorable?
I really want to throw him on the bed and reward him handsomely!
Let him see just how tall, handsome, heroic, outstanding, and extraordinary the man he admires is!
As Wen Yinhe slowly recounted his story, he meticulously sketched Lu Huaijin's face in his mind, recalling his lover's every smile and gesture, and his longing for Lu Huaijin grew stronger and stronger.
I miss Huai Jin.
I miss him.
I miss him even if I don't see him for a minute.
The more detailed Wen Yinhe's description became, the more heartbroken he felt at not being able to meet her in person.
He lowered his eyelashes sadly, slowly stopped speaking, silently raised his glass to drown his sorrows, and finally put down the glass. His wet lips pursed sadly, his eyes were veiled with tears, and his eyes were red-rimmed.
They looked all alone and miserable.
Lu Huaijin felt both heartbroken and incredibly eager.
I couldn't wait to rush up and hug him, kiss him, and gently stroke and comfort him.
Oh my god, how can they be so pitiful?
What's the difference between this and a dog left at home?
Lu Huaijin couldn't help but gently bite his knuckles, his gaze towards Wen Yinhe growing deeper and darker.
His gaze slowly moved from Wen Yinhe's pitiful face to his lips, which were soaked with wine.
Lu Huaijin's Adam's apple bobbed dryly and itched, desperately craving something richer, sweeter, and more delicious to quench his thirst.
The unseen person is silently longing for you.
Seeing someone but not being able to touch them only makes one more restless and unbearable.
It's not about who's more anxious or who's more eager.
An Zicheng suspected that Wen Yinhe might be drunk, otherwise how could he have become like this after President Lu was not around?
But when he met Wen Yinhe's gaze, which was slightly tipsy but still relatively clear, he became somewhat unsure of what to do.
At this moment, Wen Yinhe's romantic mindset was steadily progressing.
But An Zicheng had been drinking and his mind wasn't working properly, so he didn't think much of it.
Although it's a bit frustrating, it's not unbearable.
Next, it was Wen Yinhe's turn to become king.
Perhaps it was a matter of karmic retribution, because the person Wen Yinhe transferred to happened to be An Zicheng.
An Zicheng, however, was full of excitement, patting his chest and grinning with his white teeth: "Come on, Brother Wen, ask me anything, ask away, any question you want!"
Wen Yinhe, being of a certain personality, was too embarrassed to ask too much, so he chose a very gentle question: "So... what made you fall in love with your brother?"
An Zicheng paused slightly. The question was unexpectedly difficult to answer. He rested his chin on his hand, one cheek puffing out as he fell into deep thought:
"If I had to pinpoint a turning point, I really can't believe it. I was only three or four years old when I first met Brother Aya. Logically speaking, I shouldn't have any memories of that age. I can't remember anything else that happened at that age, but I do remember it very clearly..."
"At that time, my brother Aye, who was still a teenager, was led over by my uncle. The moment he gently hugged me, I felt as if I was overwhelmed by a vast sea of flowers. The fragrance of flowers and the warm breeze made the whole world brighten up, and I felt indescribably happy and joyful."
"So, my first impression of Brother Aya was that he was a brother who was as beautiful and fragrant as a flower."
An Zicheng suddenly chuckled, covered her mouth, and whispered something in a low voice.
"Let me tell you a secret: for a long time when we were little, I called him Brother Xiangxiang, but he didn't like me calling him that. Every time I did, his face would turn very red and he would feel very embarrassed. He would even chase after me and hit me."
"But he didn't know that even his punches were fragrant. Not only did they not hurt me at all, I also really wanted to kiss them."
Upon hearing these explicit lines from someone with such a peculiar taste, Wen Yinhe couldn't help but blush for An Zicheng, feeling ashamed as if he had accidentally overheard someone's private life.
You wouldn't guess that Zicheng is such a little fangirl.
Xiao, who was off-screen, couldn't sit still any longer and jumped up. He poked An Zicheng's nose hard with his long fingers, his neck turning red with embarrassment and his fingertips turning red.
"Damn it, this little brat keeps blurting everything out! Nobody asked him any of this, and he's even doing extra questions for himself! Why can't he shut his mouth? It's unbelievable!"
The viewers in the live chat had split their screens to watch from both sides, and upon hearing this, they immediately burst into laughter, saying:
You can definitely shut him up by covering his mouth with your own!
[Zicheng just wanted to show off his love, don't blame him! Zicheng is such a good person! I've never seen such a generous person! Great food! Thank you so much!]
[Bro~ Bro~ Your fists smell so good when you punch me~~~ (pouting) (dazzled by a ghost)]
The next kings, in order of seating, were Shu Bao'er, Zheng Shuming, and Jiang Hengchuan.
These three people coincidentally formed a strange loop: Zheng Shuming went to Shu Bao'er, Shu Bao'er went to Jiang Hengchuan, and Jiang Hengchuan went to Zheng Shuming.
Shu Bao'er and Zheng Shuming have practically given up; if they can't make a living, no one else can either.
No matter who it is, anyone who bumps into them will be injured in the same way.
Zheng Shuming had previously teamed up with Shu Baoer in a lie detector game, so he felt no burden in betraying her now.
"You didn't marry Du Ruopu willingly, did you? If those thugs hadn't accidentally stabbed the wrong person, and you hadn't had to marry him to escape legal punishment, you never intended to be with him, did you? You never even liked him?"
Du Ruopu, watching from outside the screen, trembled slightly, and his hands clenched uncontrollably.
Even though he no longer has any feelings for Shu Bao'er, it still hurts to be hurt by a stranger, let alone by someone he once treated sincerely.
Over the years, he had become accustomed to getting injured.
He could almost imagine the vicious words Shu Bao'er would use to attack and humiliate him next.
Even before he heard it, he reflexively felt his heart tighten, his chest and lungs feel suffocated, numb, and he couldn't breathe...
The next second, a fair and slender hand suddenly landed on the back of his trembling hand.
He knew who it was without even looking up.
Du Ruopu felt a warm current slowly seep into his blood vessels along the skin that was pressed against Xiao Jue's, flowing to his limbs and bones, warming his cold heart.
His mind went blank, his heart suddenly raced, and his cheeks visibly turned red.
In an instant, the fear and hurt I felt about Shu Bao'er's impending cold words vanished.
My mind is filled with nothing but—
Ah, they've held hands.
What should we do? Is it a bit impolite to let Mr. Xiao take the initiative all by himself? Should he shake hands with him now?
Strange, why can't he turn his hand?
Is he sick?
In her extreme shyness and panic, Du Ruopu was completely unaware that she was turning her wrist in the wrong direction.
If he can turn around, it's considered that he has extraordinary bone structure, and he could be taken to the hospital for a biopsy.
Xiao Jue couldn't help but chuckle softly. He took Du Ruopu's wrist with his other hand, turned him over, and then clasped his hands together. His five slender, slightly cool fingers slid into Du Ruopu's sensitive spaces like snakes, bringing a delicate, tingling sensation that seeped straight into his heart.
Du Ruopu's entire arm, which was being held, trembled as if he had been electrocuted. Half of his body went numb, and sweat poured down his back. The heat rising from his face almost raised the temperature of the air around him.
Even so, he did not pull his hand away.
In a corner where no one could see, Xiao Jue's lips curled into a confident smile.
Xiao also quietly moved a little further away, trying not to disturb her older brother's attempts to hook up with men... oh no, to date.
At the hotel.
Shu Bao'er's breathing quickened suddenly. He had also drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and these sharp words stung him, causing his brain to rush with blood and his whole body to tremble with excitement.
Perhaps they thought that since there was no live stream, no one would know even if they told them.
Perhaps the people in front of him had already seen through his true colors, and he desperately needed an outlet for his anger.
Shu Bao'er, her face contorted, blurted out:
"Yes, that's right, I've never liked him, so what? You haven't seen what he looked like in high school. He had such thick glasses, was incredibly ugly, and never cut his hair. He looked like he'd crawled out of a garbage dump."
"I've always suspected that he keeps his hair so long so he can peek at me through the gaps. He's like a ghost following me around all day, and I can't shake him off. Who knows how disgusting he looks at me? Just thinking about his face makes me want to vomit."
"If it weren't for the fact that his physique is decent enough and not unbearable, I would rather go to jail than marry him!"
These words were extremely malicious.
Xiao Jue quickly looked up at Du Ruopu with concern, patted his knee reassuringly, and asked softly, "Are you alright?"
"Huh?" Du Ruopu slowly raised her head, looking at Xiao Jue with a confused and flustered expression. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were filled with a moist shyness and innocence. "What?"
He didn't hear a word Shu Bao'er said.
Even if he heard it, it automatically turned into a buzzing bee, crawling into his left ear and then being kicked out of his right ear.
His chaotic mind had already—
Ah, the legendary interlocking of fingers!
It has become—
Mr. Xiao's hands are so white, so delicate, so soft, so...
Behind it is a Xinhua Dictionary.
He might find himself in a lot of common ground with Wen Yinhe.
When Xiao Jue met Du Ruopu's clear and innocent eyes, he knew that Du Ruopu probably hadn't heard him.
He felt a little relieved, paused, and then casually pointed at Shu Bao'er on the screen, whose eyes were full of malice, and said lightly, "He just said that he has never liked you."
"Huh? Oh... Ah, I'm sorry?"
Du Ruopu glanced at the screen without paying much attention, scratched his head with one hand, and racked his brains to think about the deeper meaning of Xiao Jue's words.
How should he reply in a way that sounds humorous and witty, rather than like a fool?
Little did he know that his simple-minded appearance, with his thoughts written all over his face, was enough to make Xiao Jue laugh.
Before Du Ruopu could figure it out, Xiao Jue couldn't help but blurt out the next line:
"I like you."
Du Ruopu's eyes widened suddenly, and a surge of heat rushed up his neck to his ears, cheeks, and finally his entire forehead.
He could clearly feel the blood rushing under his skin, burning hot, almost evaporating him.
His gaze swept hurriedly over Xiao Jue's serious face, then recoiled as if burned.
Two seconds later, as if reluctant to leave, it quietly moved back.
Xiao Jue's blunt gaze and words left him nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape.
Each word, clear and powerful:
"He doesn't like you, but I do."
Du Ruopu's eyes instantly welled up with a hot, moist sensation. His throat felt as if something soft was blocking it, his Adam's apple bobbed painfully, and he almost lost the ability to speak.
An invisible hand gently gripped his chest; it didn't hurt, just felt a little swollen, making him unable to believe it was real.
He thought, "So this is what it feels like to be loved."
It's hot, sour, and painful.
It was warm and soft, like a precious treasure that I had longed for for many years had finally fallen into my arms.
It was so exhilarating that it almost brought tears to my eyes.
"I...I..."
Du Ruopu's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse; he couldn't wait to respond.
Xiao Jue raised his finger and pressed it against his trembling, eager lips.
"Shh, don't rush to give me an answer. Wouldn't it be more convenient to confess your feelings in a more romantic and private place?"
Beneath Xiao Jue's half-closed long eyelashes, a pair of slightly curved peach blossom eyes seemed to have hooks, scratching at the heartstrings. At the same time, his fingers also quietly hooked up, subtly scratching Du Ruopu's sensitive hand.
"It's convenient... I'll do something else for you."
Although Taumiller wasn't interested in other people's love affairs, that didn't stop him from practically drooling over them.
Wow, it smells so good?
In the past, someone like Xiao Jue would have been someone Tao Miller would have flirted with at all costs.
Now that he's been scared into submission by Lu Huaijin, he's become submissive to all the guys who look like tops. It's actually quite exciting to look at them for a while.
Xiao's eyes widened in admiration and worship.
No wonder he's his brother, he's so good at it! He needs to learn from him!
Lu Huaijin lazily propped his head up with his hand, thoroughly enjoying the view, and even couldn't help but whistle.
Who would have thought that one day he would become a third wheel?
Sigh, I miss Yinhe.
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