Tang Chen: “Huh?”
He had just seen his brother?
What was that supposed to mean?
He was about to press for details when he heard a beep from the other end.
His mother had already hung up decisively.
Tang Chen stared at his phone, dumbfounded.
What? You are that anxious?
At least tell me what the gossip is so I can be in on it too!
“Wipe that stupid look off your face and keep going.”
Zhang Taining smacked the back of his head.
What are you spacing out for?
The scrimmage is about to start. Train harder so you do not embarrass yourself!
“I told you not to mess up my hair!”
Tang Chen yelped and lunged at Zhang Taining, starting a scuffle, though his mind was still elsewhere.
What did his mother mean by that?
Did she mean Brother Zong had not even made arrangements for something as important as Valentine’s Day?
No way. No way. No way.
There could not possibly be a straight man that dense, right?
Then how did Brother Zong manage to win over President Yin?
After listening to Zong Cheng’s concise explanation, Madam Tang fell into the same contemplation.
Thinking it over again, she suddenly understood.
No wonder she had always wondered how on earth Zong Cheng managed to get into a relationship.
So it was because Yin Chen had been the one taking the initiative all along!
This was just too disappointing!
She nearly got so angry she wanted to drive straight over and knock some sense into him.
Her fingers flew across the screen.
[What is the plan now? See if you can squeeze in time to buy flowers! Or if you are near a mall, pick out some clothes for him, or buy a watch. At the very least, you need to get some chocolate!]
What plan?
Zong Cheng glanced at the movie theater not far ahead. Probably watching a movie?
So… should he go buy flowers?
As he was thinking, Yin Chen smiled at him.
“Are you bringing your roses in?”
Zong Cheng froze.
He imagined walking into the theater carrying that huge bouquet of roses.
His expression stiffened. He slowly shook his head.
Bringing flowers inside… probably not a good idea.
Then what about chocolate?
Zong Cheng hurriedly looked around.
Yin Chen hooked a finger around his and led him to buy tickets.
Hmm?
Yin Chen glanced at the counter and casually bought some snacks while paying.
Just as Zong Cheng’s disappointment at accomplishing nothing surfaced, a piece of chocolate was suddenly pressed to his lips.
He instinctively took it into his mouth, his tongue lightly brushing over Yin Chen’s fingertip.
A sweet aroma mixed with a trace of bitterness instantly filled his mouth.
“Is it good?”
Yin Chen withdrew his hand naturally and took out a handkerchief to wipe it.
Only then did Zong Cheng realize what he had just done.
He savored the chocolate, his tongue sliding over his palate.
So sweet.
He lowered his head silently.
But…
Zong Cheng felt even more troubled.
How had he not noticed they sold chocolate here earlier?
What was he supposed to do now?
Wait until after the movie and go to a nearby mall to buy clothes?
Or a watch?
But a watch from this kind of mall did not seem worthy of Yin Chen.
…
Madam Tang looked at the message she had received, then at the pile of “instruction manuals” spread out in front of her.
She slowly closed her eyes.
Hopeless.
This child was hopeless.
She might as well burn more incense and pray that Yin Chen happened to like this type.
When Madam Tang suddenly went silent, Zong Cheng grew even more restless.
He secretly took out his phone again.
Still no reply.
Where had Madam Tang gone?
He was sweating with anxiety.
From behind, a girl suddenly spoke up.
“Tall guy in front, I have been putting up with you for a long time. You are so tall you are blocking me and I did not say anything. But pulling out your phone every now and then? And you are not even dimming the screen? What am I supposed to watch?”
She had truly reached her limit.
Zong Cheng stiffened.
A miscalculation!
He had just turned to apologize when Yin Chen beat him to it.
“Sorry, my boyfriend is a little nervous.”
As he spoke, he took Zong Cheng’s hand and stood up, leading him outside.
The girl froze, then immediately regretted it.
Oh?
They were a couple?
Then what was going on? Why were you not kissing or something?
That is what I would rather watch!
Ah, what a pity.
Zong Cheng had no idea about her regret.
He stiffly allowed himself to be led out, a little resistant inside.
Even though he had no idea what the movie was about, he did not want it to end so soon!
Then—
Yin Chen bought two tickets for the couple seats.
The ticket seller immediately shot them a gossiping look.
Wow.
Two men of this quality were actually a couple?
Not going to lie—they looked good together.
When they reached the couple’s seats, Yin Chen let go of his hand, and Zong Cheng quietly let out a breath of relief.
Good!
Just changing seats!
Not actually leaving!
He had barely finished that thought when Yin Chen suddenly leaned close.
Yin Chen had noticed long ago.
This guy had been distracted the entire time—what was he thinking about?
The lights in the theater dimmed, and Yin Chen’s warm breath brushed against Zong Cheng’s ear.
His ear instantly turned hot.
“What… is it?”
His voice came out hoarse. After speaking, Zong Cheng regretted it.
Why did his voice sound like that?
“I was wondering what has been going on in your head since just now. Hmm?”
Even with the lights dimmed, at such close range Yin Chen could still see his expression.
Nervous. At a loss. Even a little confused.
After savoring the sight, he could not help but laugh inwardly.
As expected of you.
Yin Chen had noticed?
How?
Zong Cheng’s breathing faltered, and then he felt annoyed at himself.
After hesitating for a moment, just as he was about to speak, warmth suddenly touched his lips.
Zong Cheng froze.
The soft sensation on his lips was familiar and burning. A warm tongue brushed over his upper lip, and he instinctively parted his mouth slightly.
The familiar tongue immediately slipped in. Zong Cheng raised his hand unconsciously.
He cradled the back of Yin Chen’s head, deepening the kiss without realizing it.
In the darkness, only the faint glow of the movie screen flickered. Aside from that, there were only the subtle sounds of skin brushing against skin, the ambiguous wet noises of tongues entwining, and their increasingly rapid breathing and heartbeats amplified in their ears.
In that instant, Zong Cheng completely forgot what he had been worrying about.
His mind held only one thought—why was Yin Chen so sweet?
When the kiss ended, Yin Chen’s fingers brushed the corner of his mouth.
His tone carried a smile.
“Can you settle down and watch the movie now?”
Zong Cheng’s eyes were unfocused for a second before he understood what he meant.
He had not been restless because he had not kissed Yin Chen!
And besides…
Taking advantage of the darkness, he slowly shifted his crossed legs.
Now he was even less able to settle down!
How could he possibly stay calm like this?
Catching the movement from the corner of his eye, Yin Chen’s smile deepened.
He slowly sat back in his seat, looking as though he were about to watch the movie seriously.
Zong Cheng, whose mind was now full of inappropriate thoughts, quietly exhaled in relief.
But after the tension faded, an inexplicable disappointment rose in its place.
He tried to focus on the movie.
Two seconds later, Yin Chen suddenly slipped his hand into his.
Zong Cheng instinctively interlaced their fingers.
Then—
Yin Chen guided his hand to wander.
A flat abdomen. Firm, smooth thighs.
Yin Chen’s hand moved back and forth, most of the time Zong Cheng’s own hand blocking the way.
But occasionally…
When he felt Yin Chen’s fingertip lightly brush over the most sensitive spot, his abdomen tightened.
He took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
“I am going to the restroom.”
As soon as he spoke, he hurried out with unsteady steps.
Yin Chen was stunned.
That was it?
He began reflecting.
Was it because the romance strategies in the novels he read were inaccurate?
Or because Zong Cheng was too different from the typical male lead?
Even so—
After all that, and Zong Cheng still did not pounce?
Yin Chen sighed.
It was already Valentine’s Day. Was he really going to continue living a celibate life?
After some thought, he suddenly stood up with a slight smile.
It was fine. Art could be interpreted freely.
In the restroom, Zong Cheng walked in hurriedly.
He was about to open a stall door when his ear twitched and his steps halted.
“Hah… hah…”
In the quiet restroom, ambiguous panting echoed.
Zong Cheng’s expression stiffened.
He had a bad, very familiar premonition.
The next second, it worsened.
He heard footsteps behind him.
And he was certain—those footsteps belonged to Yin Chen.
“Ah—!”
A muffled cry erupted from inside one of the stalls.
The footsteps behind him abruptly stopped.
Zong Cheng stood frozen, debating whether to go in or not.
Behind him, Yin Chen also froze.
Why did this scene feel strangely familiar?
After a few seconds, a man’s voice came from inside, cursing.
“Whoever is eavesdropping out there, if you need to pee, hurry up and leave. Do not stand there listening to my live show. If you want to hear it, go find yourself a partner!”
He had barely finished when he yelped.
“Do not—do not pull there! If you pull any harder I am going to—mmph!”
The stall fell silent again.
Zong Cheng felt even more stuck.
He stood rigidly in place when a hand suddenly reached from behind.
Grasped him.
His whole body trembled. His pupils widened as he turned his head.
Tsk.
Why did he look a little pitiful?
Yin Chen held him and chuckled softly.
“You have a boyfriend too, you know. Back to the car?”
By the way.
It did seem rather… substantial.
He had thought so the first time he saw it.
Zong Cheng’s breathing hitched.
It felt as though all the blood in his body rushed to his head—and elsewhere. In a moment of heat, he followed.
His steps were unsteady as they quickly left the restroom.
After a while, a puzzled voice came from inside.
“Wife, were there two people just now? Did that guy say ‘boyfriend’?”
Another voice, still panting, replied curiously,
“You still have time to care about others? Was I really too rough?”
Yin Chen led him into the car. The moment the door closed, hot breath and Zong Cheng’s body pressed down on him.
His own breath faltered, and he bit Zong Cheng’s lip fiercely.
When it came to possessiveness over their partner, men never admitted defeat.
A dense, distinctive scent gradually filled the entire car. Yin Chen lay in Zong Cheng’s arms, the corners of his eyes faintly damp, his waist and legs draped with Zong Cheng’s suit jacket. His carefully styled hair was slightly disheveled, leaving him looking a bit undone.
Zong Cheng, holding him, was no better off.
His shirt had been torn open—whether by himself or by Yin Chen, he did not know—leaving large rips across his chest and arms.
Near his lower abdomen, there were even traces of the fluid from their heated moment.
As the blood rushing through his head slowly calmed, Zong Cheng lowered his gaze.
He gradually turned to stone.
So… how was he supposed to get out of the car later?
Having had a taste of the appetizer, Yin Chen looked at him with teasing satisfaction.
“Oh, right. I forgot to tell you. There is actually a set of matching couple outfits I prepared for you in the trunk.”