“Is that it? You still want to pin me against the wall?”
Yin Chen’s half-smile met Zong Cheng’s gaze.
Okay, he had saved all his assets.
Zong Cheng leaned against the wall, cold sweat pouring down.
He never expected… at such a critical moment, he’d completely slip up!
Why didn’t Yin Chen knock on the door?
No! It’s not Yin Chen’s fault—it’s all that single fool’s doing!
Why burn the circuit!?
You deserve to be single forever!
Calm down.
Zong Cheng, you need to stay calm!
Think. What can you do now?
Right. First, gauge Yin Chen’s attitude.
He tentatively lifted his head.
Yin Chen’s half-smile locked onto him.
Zong Cheng’s head dropped sharply.
It’s over.
Those two words imprinted across his mind, from hair to toes. He silently sentenced himself to death.
He was finished.
Zong Cheng’s heart sank.
He lowered his head, lost in thought—when suddenly, Yin Chen’s legs appeared in his vision.
Then came the faint warmth of breath on his chest.
!
Too close!
Zong Cheng wanted to melt into the wall.
Weak, pitiful, helpless.
“You’re the author of Abyssal Eye?”
Yin Chen’s smile faltered for a moment. “…Pigeon King of Kings?”
?
Zong Cheng froze.
“…I’m not that.”
“I know.”
Yin Chen looked a little guilty for a second, then continued confidently, “You’re always ghosting updates!”
The comments section was full of “Pigeon King of Kings,” so that’s all he remembered!
Zong Cheng felt a twinge of injustice.
“I haven’t always ghosted…”
He had been diligent! Sometimes double or even triple updates in a day!
He suppressed his heartbeat, sneaking glances at Yin Chen.
He’d never ghosted before—so the culprit… was obvious.
“Why are you looking at me?”
Yin Chen leaned slightly, gazing up. Zong Cheng closed his eyes slowly.
Nothing. I’m not looking.
Self-deception.
?
Could he really be this timid?
Yin Chen nearly laughed at him.
Is that it? You still wanted to pin me to the bed?
Pinning against the wall would be a struggle enough!
“Hmm?”
A hint of threat in his tone.
Zong Cheng opened his eyes reluctantly.
Yin Chen’s gaze pinned him.
Zong Cheng murmured, “I ghosted before because… it was because of you.”
He had never skipped updates before.
“So it’s my fault? What did I do?”
Yin Chen’s breath drew closer.
Zong Cheng wanted to melt into the wall, eyes darting away.
“No, it’s not your fault. It’s my problem.”
“What problem? What made you, the author, always ghost your poor reader? Tonight’s chapter updated fast, didn’t it?”
Seeing Zong Cheng like this, an idea flashed in Yin Chen’s mind—maybe that “tie him up to force updates” plan wasn’t bad.
If Zong Cheng could write a chapter in two hours, he could produce twelve in a day. Even working eight hours, four chapters could be done.
So much happiness multiplied!
Yin Chen smiled.
Zong Cheng, however, broke out in cold sweat—danger!
Yin Chen’s expression radiated shark-like intent.
Zong Cheng closed his eyes again, gathering courage.
Thinking of what Tang had said…
With the last bit of courage, he blurted, “Because back then, I realized… I might like you.”
Yin Chen froze.
He leaned back slightly.
Zong Cheng was stunned at himself for saying it!
Tang! He did it!
Heart pounding, Zong Cheng didn’t dare open his eyes.
Does Yin Chen feel the same?
Yin Chen liked teasing him, bullying him, yet was willing to let him stay first.
Maybe… he had a place in Yin Chen’s heart?
Zong Cheng’s thoughts ran wild, unsure what to do.
Was this too direct?
He had tried so hard!
Moved into Yin Chen’s place, check.
Wear fewer clothes, check—though Yin Chen picked them.
Confess, check—though under threat for survival.
Finally… pinned against the wall and kissed…
In his mind, that counted as a check.
Seeing Zong Cheng’s trembling lashes and flushed ears, Yin Chen paused.
At that moment… he already liked me?
More surprising than Zong Cheng confessing was this.
“If I’m not mistaken, the first time you ghosted was shortly after we met, right?”
Yin Chen was sure of the timeline. They were just partners back then.
Zong Cheng’s ears reddened, flustered.
“Shortly after, but we had already met many times.”
“Really?” Yin Chen hesitated. “Wasn’t it at the hotel?”
Zong Cheng coughed.
He remembered Yin Chen’s shocking words from the first meeting.
He glanced down, relieved. Looks like my size is okay? Should be Yin Chen’s type.
Yin Chen noticed his eyes and felt a jolt.
Back then, he only teased Lin Yuhan—did this fool really believe it?
What if it was small… would he never confess?
Yin Chen thought, secretly amused.
So he should be glad it’s big enough.
Flashing through screenshots in his mind…
“Not just the hotel. That hot pot with Lin Yuhan? I was nearby too.”
Zong Cheng’s lashes twitched, feeling guilty.
Before formally meeting Yin Chen, he’d been moved countless times by him.
Even that time?
Yin Chen was slightly taken aback but puzzled.
“But after that, we were just normal partners, right?”
How did Zong Cheng already like him so early?
Not love at first sight?
Talking about it, Zong Cheng’s ears glowed red, his throat tight.
“Yeah… the sweater.”
Sweater?
Yin Chen understood, creeping closer mischievously.
Before him, the well-defined chest he had seen many times tonight—he let his breath fan over it, making Zong Cheng shiver.
He confirmed one thing—bullying Zong Cheng brought immense joy.
How could someone be so cute and so easily teased?
Even more astonishing…
“You liked me because you wore my sweater?”
Really?
Was Zong Cheng a child?
Raised on ice cream? How could he be this cute and easy to tease?
Heat in his chest intensified. Zong Cheng tried to escape, nowhere to go.
Pinned to the wall, shaking his head.
“Not… not just that… I realized then that I actually like the same sex. Like you.”
“Also?”
Yin Chen poked Zong Cheng’s chest lightly. His chest quivered harder.
“I remember the first time I met you… you seemed a little against same-sex relationships. Is that right?”
Zong Cheng nodded honestly.
Back then, indeed.
“Why?”
Yin Chen looked into his eyes.
This time, he didn’t look away.
Lowering his gaze, he met Yin Chen’s eyes after a moment.
“I can’t really explain.”
He first learned the term from Tang Chen.
He didn’t know much, had no judgment.
Then, when he officially started writing…
At first, his works weren’t popular. His writing was excellent, plots strong, but many readers asked—why not pair up characters with the protagonist?
Zong Cheng didn’t think much then.
Writing was a hobby, simple and carefree.
“Later, more people read, more people asked.”
He spoke calmly.
“And maybe I became a bit resistant.”
“That’s it?”
Yin Chen looked at him.
To make Zong Cheng hold such a prejudice, it must be more than that.
Zong Cheng glanced at him and nodded.
“That’s it. I couldn’t write what they wanted then. I didn’t feel it. If it’s now…”
He paused, shyly blushing.
A hint of smile in Yin Chen’s eyes.
“Now? How about now?”
Pinned by Yin Chen’s gaze, Zong Cheng gave up resisting.
“Now… I can write it.”
“Why?”
Yin Chen pressed on.
Zong Cheng closed his eyes, risking it all.
“Because I like you.”
Because he had someone he liked.
He knew the feeling of “like.”
And coincidentally, the person he liked was also a man.
Eyes closed, heart pounding like a motor.
Breath on his chest burned, making him dizzy, as if the air itself was ablaze.
But he was happy.
At least this time, he said it.
He wasn’t drunk.
“Good.”
Yin Chen spoke.
His voice was calm.
What would Yin Chen do?
Reject him?
Or…
Thoughts ended with a cool but soft touch on his lips.
Zong Cheng opened his eyes slightly. The intermingling breath, the heat, the suffocating closeness—couldn’t believe it!
Yin Chen kissed him?
“Heh.”
A laugh, lips separated.
Zong Cheng instinctively opened his eyes—saw his beloved’s teasing eyes reflecting him.
Pinned to the wall by Yin Chen?
Just as he realized, Yin Chen’s mocking voice rang out.
“Word is, you planned to pin me against the wall and kiss me. Hmm?”
Zong Cheng froze, heart nearly stopping.
Leaning against the wall, voice desperate.
“You… even knew that…”
Self-isolation.
Author’s note: Celebrate!
Did Zong Cheng pin him and kiss him?
Of course not!
Was he pinned and kissed?
Yes!
Pinned and kissed!
Hahaha! I’m laughing so hard it echoes through the neighborhood!
I have a hundred ways to let Yin Chen bully Zong Cheng!
I get it—I’m that kind of person who teases the one I like.
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