Chapter 87 Moon in My Embrace vs. Car Plunging Off a Cliff "Teacher Wen, please enjoy..."
This time, the entire live variety show was actually turned off by the director himself in front of all the guests.
Even so, the guests still looked at the director with distrust in their eyes.
"You're not still acting, are you?" An Zicheng, with one arm around Xiao Ye's, stared intently at the director with sharp, suspicious eyes, her imagination running wild. "Are you pretending to lie to us that the show has ended, but actually there's a tenth game going on secretly?"
The director was utterly exasperated, his credibility completely ruined: "Really, really, it couldn't be more true, teachers! If I'm lying, I'll never earn any money in my life! Is that okay?"
The guests were immediately filled with respect and were now completely convinced.
After all, this person values money more than life itself. To him, this is a curse even more vicious than dying on the spot!
"Great! I'm off work! Here's my phone!" An Zicheng jumped up and gave Xiao Ye a high five, then grabbed Xiao Ye and ran back towards the hotel.
The other guests were also affected by his emotions and quickened their pace to leave.
Back at the hotel, Wen Yinhe immediately went upstairs to take a shower. As usual, he wanted to take off his clothes in the bathroom, but Lu Huaijin grabbed his wrist and pinned him against the wall.
Lu Huaijin's fiery hand brazenly grasped Wen Yinhe's bare, muscular chest, his soft tongue teasingly licking Wen Yinhe's lips, his legs bent, bold and intimate:
Where to?
“There’s a camera—” Wen Yinhe grabbed Lu Huaijin’s waist and subconsciously looked up at the corner of the wall, only to find that the camera had been removed by the staff before they returned.
Only then did he realize that the live stream had really ended.
Lu Huaijin was unrestrained and passionate about such matters.
The soft, fiery palm, like a fugitive setting fires wantonly, ignited Wen Yinhe's body with unbridled passion, while the whole body coiled around him like a snake, biting Wen Yinhe's lips in a wild and passionate embrace.
He was a confident and arrogant man who knew his own strengths inside and out, and was even more aware of which part of him was most attractive to Wen Yinhe.
His voice was deliberately lowered, with a very sexy husky quality, the kind of tone that Wen Yinhe couldn't stand the most.
Every word was laced with ambiguous breath, and together with the tip of his tongue, it entwined into Wen Yinhe's ears like spider silk, scratching directly at the depths of his heart.
"You got me all fired up yesterday, but then you just fell asleep. Aren't you going to make it up to me today? Hmm?"
Wen Yinhe's originally gentle and harmless eyes flickered slightly, immediately taking on a dangerous aura. His Adam's apple bobbed dryly, and his blood rushed faster, all flowing to one place.
There, Lu Huaijin's hands and legs were recklessly provoking him.
Wen Yinhe's arm, gripping Lu Huaijin's waist, was taut with muscles, veins bulging, sweat pouring down his face, and his heartbeat instantly spiraled out of control.
But he is clearly a person with exceptional self-control.
Even in this situation, he didn't rush to pin the person against the wall as punishment.
He simply freed one hand, gently cupped Lu Huaijin's chin, lifted it, and lowered his gaze to kiss Lu Huaijin's lips tenderly and deeply. At the same time, his eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and adoration, gazed intently at Lu Huaijin, and he responded earnestly and deliberately:
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
When love reaches its peak, one will only cherish it with even greater restraint.
Lu Huaijin's mind suddenly exploded, and his face flushed red. The kiss on his lips felt like the heaviest love in the world had hit him, sending a tingling, electric shock-like sensation through him. His spine went limp, and his legs went weak.
He quickly wrapped his arms around Wen Yinhe's neck, practically hanging on him, panting as he bit his lips:
"Damn it, all you ever do is seduce me!"
Every time he wanted to eat meat, she would use this "pure love" act on him.
And he was completely helpless, getting trapped every time, utterly defeated by Wen Yinhe's move.
There's nothing I can do; it's his fault for loving this man too much.
Wen Yinhe looked completely innocent and naive, feeling as if he had been thoroughly wronged.
Heaven has eyes, who seduced whom?
However, the two of them quickly lost interest in dwelling on the matter.
A passionate kiss finally penetrated deep into their lips and tongues.
The two men kissed passionately and lingered, then slowly and unsteadily made their way into the bathroom.
Wen Yinhe took a moment to turn on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and at the same time, used his lips to soothe his eager and unrestrained lover.
"Let me get you ready first, and I'll take a shower while I'm at it. Then we'll go out and get into bed, okay?"
Lu Huaijin nodded quickly, his hand already reaching for the bottle before Wen Yinhe could. He had just poured a little into his hand when Wen Yinhe snatched it away.
"This is my job, let me do it." Wen Yinhe kissed Lu Huaijin's lips tenderly, then held Lu Huaijin's five fingers tightly together.
Then it pressed against Lu Huaijin's fingers, inching its way in, until it wet its own hands.
Lu Huaijin licked his dry lips, feeling increasingly agitated and itchy. He had no choice but to kiss Wen Yinhe's lips, venting his anger on Wen Yinhe's lips.
Wen Yinhe released Lu Huaijin's hand and placed his hand on Lu Huaijin's back.
Lu Huaijin hugged him tighter and kissed him fiercely, as if Wen Yinhe had become his only source of oxygen and a mountain to lean on.
He even impatiently put the hand that had clasped with Wen Yinhe's hand together with Wen Yinhe's fingers.
Wen Yinhe's fingers touched Lu Huaijin's fingers. He paused slightly and looked at Lu Huaijin in surprise.
"I'll go with you, hurry up."
Lu Huaijin looked like a fairy at this moment, with crimson eyes and every glance he gave Wen Yinhe was an open seduction.
"Besides, since we've already applied it, there's no need to waste it."
Wen Yinhe's scalp tingled, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like water, but he showed no sign of urgency or perfunctoriness. Instead, he became even more meticulous and careful.
Lu Huaijin's plan to deliberately provoke him failed, and he felt sorry for him enduring the pain, so he didn't provoke him anymore. He just kissed the throbbing vein on his forehead with pity, and tried even harder himself.
With Lu Huaijin's addition, efficiency is indeed higher.
While preparing, Wen Yinhe casually gave Lu Huaijin a bath.
When Lu Huaijin was completely clean and his legs were weak, he left Wen Yinhe's grasp, while Wen Yinhe hadn't even taken off his pants yet.
"I'm going to take a shower, wait a moment, I'll be right back." Wen Yinhe kissed Lu Huaijin's eyes, which were dizzy and unfocused from the steam, and carried him to a small stool to rest.
However, just as Wen Yinhe's hand touched his waistband, Lu Huaijin suddenly grabbed it and pulled him in front of him, slamming his hand hard against Lu Huaijin's face.
"Sorry, did you hurt yourself?" Wen Yinhe hurriedly touched Lu Huaijin's face.
Lu Huaijin, however, hugged Wen Yinhe's leg instead, and pressed his soft cheek against it, gently rubbing against it.
Wen Yinhe's brain suddenly boiled, and his mind went completely blank.
"Don't move it, leave it to me."
Lu Huaijin lifted his long, wet eyelashes from top to bottom, looking at him with watery eyes, then slightly raised his chin and gently stuck out a nimble, soft red tongue.
"I'll use this to help you untie it."
...
When Wen Yinhe carried Lu Huaijin out, Lu Huaijin's legs went weak and his mouth felt sore.
Wen Yinhe kissed Lu Huaijin's lips tenderly, gently laid him down on the bed, grabbed a soft pillow, and fluffed it up.
Then they tucked it under Lu Huaijin's waist and head, meticulously adjusting the height and distance.
Lu Huaijin rested his head on his arm, watching with amusement as Wen Yinhe busied himself with the exquisite preparations for the meal, like a gentleman about to begin.
But the thought that he himself was about to be the one to enjoy the feast made him feel inexplicably ashamed.
After Wen Yinhe finally finished everything in her busy schedule, she gently leaned over Lu Huaijin, only to be met with the man's playful and smiling eyes.
Lu Huaijin's lean, muscular arms hooked around Wen Yinhe's neck, and he gently bit Wen Yinhe's lips, his hot breath carrying the damp steam from the bathroom, making one dizzy.
"You always prepare so meticulously, should I tell you, Teacher Wen, please enjoy..."
Wen Yinhe gently stroked Lu Huaijin's face, then clasped Lu Huaijin's fingers together and squeezed them tightly.
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lu."
Then, her face flushed, she kissed Lu Huaijin's ear, her voice hoarse, nervous and shy, and said:
"Please take care of me from now on."
Damn it.
Lu Huaijin admitted that he had lost completely.
Don't let his innocent and shy face fool you; he's actually incredibly talented at seducing people.
They had him completely under their thumb.
Of course, he was more than happy to accept.
When Lu Huaijin was a child, he hated looking up to others, so he worked hard to eat a lot, grow very tall, and climb very high to become the one who looked down on others.
But after he met Wen Yinhe, he fell in love with the feeling of lying beneath Wen Yinhe and looking up at the man.
Wen Yinhe would not give him any sense of offense or coercion. Even when he invaded or possessed someone, it was with gentleness, consideration, and care, full of love. If he frowned even slightly, the person on top of him would be more panicked and anxious than he was.
This was practically his exclusive VIP throne, a privilege reserved for only him in the entire world, allowing him to take in every detail of such a beautiful scene up close, a sight he could never tire of.
So beautiful, so moving.
It's captivating, it's breathtaking.
This gave him a sense of security, as if he were enveloped in Wen Yinhe's overwhelming love, like growing up in a loving environment, allowing him to live happily again in this world that should have been lonely.
It feels like home.
Wen Yinhe's embrace was his home.
Lu Huaijin couldn't help but reach out and stroke Wen Yinhe's eyelashes, which were soaked with sweat, and touch his thin, cicada-wing-like eyelids. The touch was like a baby's skin, which he loved.
"Have I ever told you that your eyes are really beautiful?"
“Yes, I’ve said it many times,” Wen Yinhe gazed at him tenderly and affectionately, his eyelashes fluttering rapidly between his fingers, his deep, clear pupils reflecting only Lu Huaijin’s image. “Do you like it?”
"I like it." Lu Huaijin stared at him infatuatedly, his joyful and sexy voice slightly broken by the impact.
“I’ve always loved sparkly things since I was little. I think they’re really pretty. When I was a child, I lived in a dark tenement building. My room was dark, and the light only fell on me when the moon rose. Your eyes are as gentle as moonlight, and they can sparkle even in the dark. I love them.”
Wen Yinhe kissed Lu Huaijin's forehead tenderly, giving up everything at the last moment.
The moment the moon fell into Lu Huaijin's arms, his eyes, the ones Lu Huaijin loved most, were filled with Lu Huaijin's moving expression.
"For the rest of my life, I will always watch over you, so that you will forever live in my eyes and forever embrace the moon."
...
After everything was over, the two snuggled together again and lay comfortably and tenderly on the bed for a while.
He'd just ramble on about whatever came to mind.
Perhaps you don't even know what you're saying; you just simply want to talk to the other person.
Even without anything to say, just gazing quietly at the other person's beautiful and gentle face fills my heart with happiness and joy.
It felt as if they could gaze at each other tenderly for a lifetime.
When two people in love are together, time seems to pass faster.
Evening arrived quickly, the sun set, and the two of them found themselves hungry.
Even if they were reluctant to let go of each other, they had no choice but to get up, tidy themselves up, and go down to find food.
Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin ate dinner downstairs and retrieved their phones.
Neither of them was very dependent on their phones, and they didn't have the same strong sense of withdrawal as the other guests. After getting their phones, they didn't rush to turn them on immediately. Instead, they snuggled together on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder and head to head, feeling cozy.
I feel dizzy from eating, I need to rest for a while.
When Wen Yinhe saw Lu Huaijin slowly rubbing his stomach, he naturally reached out and rubbed it for him.
Lu Huaijin released his grip, squinted his eyes, and comfortably enjoyed Wen Yinhe's service, unable to help but click his tongue lightly: "The feeling now seems not much different from before, it's still swollen."
Wen Yinhe was stunned for several seconds before he realized what Lu Huaijin was talking about. His thin cheeks flushed red, and his eyes subconsciously glanced around.
The staff were busy cleaning up the scene, preparing to return to the city center tomorrow. They all kept their eyes down, pretending they couldn't see or hear anything.
Hey, why does this dog food smell so good?
Burp, I feel so full.
Public places are not the place for flirting, so after resting for a while, the two decided to go back to their room.
They also need to hurry up and pack their luggage; they can finally go home tomorrow.
Hotels are outside the home, and you don't feel as safe as at home, so you can't really relax in many situations.
It's different at home. Once the door is closed, it's convenient to do whatever you want, and there are lots of little toys too, sigh.
However, as he passed Jiang Hengchuan's tightly closed room door, Lu Huaijin suddenly stopped and said meaningfully, "You go back and pack your things first. I want to digest my food a little."
Wen Yinhe glanced at Jiang Hengchuan's door and instantly understood Lu Huaijin's thoughts, feeling both amused and exasperated.
It seems that Huai Jin, like him, holds grudges.
They're even identical in this aspect; they're practically a match made in heaven.
Wen Yinhe never interfered with Lu Huaijin's decisions. He just leaned in and kissed his cheek, squeezed his hand reluctantly, and then let go: "Then be careful and don't hurt yourself."
Just then, Jiang Hengchuan, who was engrossed in playing on his phone in his room, suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it in the middle of the night? It's so annoying," Jiang Hengchuan kicked Tao Miller's butt and said irritably, "Go open the door."
Tao Miller almost fell off the bed, but he suppressed his resentment and obediently got out of bed.
Before I could even see who it was, the person outside had already slipped in and closed the door behind me.
"Mr. Lu... Mr. Lu?" Tao Miller gasped, his eyes widening in horror.
The scene was so familiar that Tao Miller immediately thought of the time when he first came to the show and foolishly provoked Lu Huaijin, only to be terrified and tremble with fear. He couldn't help but instinctively back away in fear.
"Get out of the way, this isn't about you." Lu Huaijin shoved Tao Miller aside, walked straight to the bedside, grabbed Jiang Hengchuan's hair, and threw him off the bed to the ground.
Jiang Hengchuan's phone flew out of his palm, and before he could even look up, he was punched in the stomach.
He immediately clutched his stomach and gagged, almost vomiting up his dinner. He then burst into a tirade of angry and terrified curses:
"Damn it! Are you crazy? You just started hitting people without saying a word!"
Unlike Wen Yinhe, Lu Huaijin was not gentle and polite; he would always give a heads-up before hitting someone.
His fist came crashing down without warning, and without bothering to exchange any words, he attacked without any expression.
He wasn't as strong as Wen Yinhe, but his strikes were precise and ruthless. He was very skilled at hitting people, having practiced specifically to target the most painful meridians on a person's body, without actually injuring them.
It is guaranteed that Jiang Hengchuan will suffer from body aches for a month after returning home, but hospital examinations will not reveal any problems.
Jiang Hengchuan was quickly beaten until he was rolling on the ground, and then Lu Huaijin dragged him back by the hair and pressed him to the foot of the bed to continue beating him.
The room was filled with Jiang Hengchuan's wails.
Tao Miller was terrified and immediately hid in the bathroom, only daring to peek out with half his head out, watching intently while silently swallowing his saliva.
Surprisingly, it was quite enjoyable.
Fuck him, he's been putting up with this idiot for a long time.
Jiang Hengchuan was too proud to shout "Help!" because if he did, wouldn't everyone in the hotel know that Lu Huaijin had barged into his room and beaten him up?
But he was beaten twice by different people in one day, and felt extremely wronged. He couldn't help but shout at the top of his lungs, "Haven't I already been beaten by your husband? Why are you hitting me again!"
"I like the way you address me, but my Yinhe hit you because you disrespected me. As for why I hit you..."
Lu Huaijin's face was cold and his actions were even more ruthless than Wen Yinhe's. He gave a reason that made Jiang Hengchuan want to vomit blood.
"It's simple. I'm sorry, you upset him."
Is the lover he painstakingly mended and repaired meant for you nobodies to bully?
He's not dead yet.
Ten minutes later.
Lu Huaijin casually pulled a wet tissue from the table and meticulously wiped each of his fingers as he strolled out.
As he passed Tao Miller, he paused slightly, his gaze indifferent. He opened his lips, but before he could utter a sound, Tao Miller suddenly shot from the bathroom to the bedside like an arrow, his face full of anxiety:
"Oh my god, honey, how could you be so careless? You actually fell off the bed! I'll help you up right away!"
Lu Huaijin nodded in satisfaction, then casually tossed the used wet wipes into the trash can and leisurely left the room.
Behind him, Jiang Hengchuan lay sprawled on the ground like a puddle of mud, barely breathing, unable to get up.
Is his mom beating people up or is it turn-based?
Crazy... Both of them are crazy!
...
The next day, the production crew made one last breakfast. After everyone ate together, they packed their things, got into the car, and prepared to return to the city center.
It rained a little in the mountains last night, and the roads were a bit slippery.
After driving for a short while, the tire of the car carrying the director at the front got stuck in the mud, forcing the entire convoy to stop midway.
Several staff members got out of the car, climbed into the woods, and planned to find some thicker wooden sticks to pry it open.
Lu Huaijin was working on his phone when a staff member came over to apologize. He nodded slightly and didn't take it to heart.
Wen Yinhe glanced at the situation outside, figuring it would be difficult to leave for a while. He then turned to look at Lu Huaijin, his fingers brushing against Lu Huaijin's exceptionally handsome profile when he was focused, and whispered:
"I'm strong, I'll go down and help."
Lu Huaijin's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he turned his head to kiss Wen Yinhe's fingertips: "Yes, go."
At this moment, their car was driving in the middle of the cliff. To the left was a tall, upward-sloping hillside, and to the right was a downward-sloping hillside, both sides of which were covered with lush bushes.
The right side is too dangerous; there's a cliff below, so we definitely can't go down.
The staff who had already gotten off the bus grabbed onto the tree branches that were growing out of the left hillside and climbed up to search for sticks in the woods.
When Wen Yinhe came out, An Zicheng, Du Ruopu and Xiao Jue also came out together, more people means more help.
Xiao Ye wanted to help, but he wasn't very athletic and would only make things worse if he went out, so he simply waited obediently in the car.
However, after the group of men had walked away, Zheng Shuming secretly slipped into Xiao Ye's car when no one was paying attention.
Xiao Ye's cursing soon filled the car.
The remaining staff members heard the commotion and rushed over.
Just then, the car Xiao was in suddenly started moving, and as if it had gone out of control, it rushed forward and crashed into the car right in front of it with a "bang".
Xiao was thrown from his seat by the violent impact. After getting up, he rushed towards Zheng Shuming, who had suddenly lunged at the driver's seat and stepped on the accelerator like a madman, and punched him to the ground.
"Zheng Shuming, are you crazy? This is on the edge of a cliff! Do you want to die?!"
Zheng Shuming has truly gone mad.
In just a few weeks of the show, his gentle and refined facade has been completely torn off, exposing his greedy and despicable nature.
He licked his split lip, his bloodshot eyes filled with madness and distortion, his face twitching uncontrollably, revealing a ferocious grin, as he roared hysterically:
"Since you've already ruined my life, we might as well die together!"
Ahead, the car that Zheng Shuming hit slid all the way to the edge of the cliff due to inertia. After teetering on the brink of collapse, it finally gave way and slid down the slippery cliff.
A series of heavy impacts echoed through the cliff.
An Zicheng, who was trying to uproot a sapling on the hillside, looked up in surprise: "What was that sound? Did the mountain collapse?"
The workers at the bottom of the slope shouted in panic:
"Oh no! A car has fallen off the cliff!"
For some unknown reason, Wen Yinhe suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and a nameless fear slowly spread to his nasal cavity, causing him to suddenly lose his breath.
The next second, a staff member's scream shattered the silence:
"That looks like... the car that President Lu was in!"
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