“Something’s off with you.”
Yin Chen caught it in Zong Cheng’s evasive eyes.
And once he realized, a mix of novelty and surprise struck him.
He had thought Zong Cheng was the type so timid he wouldn’t even admit to having a crush on anyone.
But now it seemed…
Zong Cheng had at least one strategist behind him.
And this strategist was skilled.
Otherwise, with Zong Cheng’s tiny bit of courage and his stubbornly rigid mind, the most he could’ve done would be something like bringing stinky tofu.
Although, to be fair, the tofu had indeed won his heart.
Yin Chen looked up at the ceiling.
He pushed Zong Cheng—face inexplicably flushed—to the bathroom and went to the wardrobe himself.
After staring for a while, he called Ali.
“President Yin? Calling so late—something urgent?”
Ali was stunned!
Her muse—the very source of her inspiration—was calling her at night? Outside work hours?
Could this mean a deeper exchange tonight?
Tonight would be sleepless!
Then Yin Chen spoke, and it hit Ali like lightning, leaving her completely flustered.
“Do I have any loose, sexy pajamas?”
Yin Chen’s words were fiery.
Ali clutched her chest, struggling to breathe.
What? President Yin! At this hour, just for this?
So… he wanted to wear it for some little rascal to see!
Her indignation slipped out accidentally.
Little rascal?
Well… that was accurate.
Yin Chen’s tone was cheerful.
“Yes, a little rascal—but not me wearing it. He’s to wear it for me to see. So, do you have those loose and sexy pajamas I mentioned?”
Zong Cheng, feeling guilty about deliberately bringing no clothes and now here to make amends, froze.
A flush climbed his neck, spreading to his ears, burning bright red.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
What did he just hear?
Little rascal? He’s supposed to wear it for Yin Chen to see? Loose and sexy?
So… Yin Chen liked this style?
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For a moment, Zong Cheng’s mind held only one thought:
Aunt Tang is amazing!!!
Ali, meanwhile, had only one thought:
Which little rascal is he talking about?!
In that instant, the answer came to her.
Besides that broad-chested, V-necked guy, who else could it be?
Damn it!
Ali felt pangs of jealousy, yet her mouth smiled sweetly.
“Yes, I have some. As I mentioned, CLC’s winter line emphasizes loose and sexy—most popular men’s pajamas. I’ve prepared several for you, in wardrobe number seventeen.”
Waaah QAQ, she was so sour!
Those treasures were all for her muse… and now her muse wanted to see someone else wear them!
She didn’t know who to envy!
“Wardrobe seventeen?”
Yin Chen went over, picked one out, examined it.
It was oddly reminiscent of Zong Cheng’s previous V-neck.
Satisfied, he nodded.
“This is perfect. Good night.”
He hung up! He was turning away!
Zong Cheng quickly withdrew his gaze and sprinted back to the bathroom!
Closing the door, his heartbeat thundered in his chest, almost forming words of its own.
Boom boom boom—so fast it felt like his mind was mush.
What… should he do next?
Just obediently wear it?
He hesitated.
But that pajama…
Way too sexy!
Instinctively, Zong Cheng glanced at his chest muscles.
With a chest like this, it’d stretch the fabric tight!
And no scarf!
Which meant…
Knock knock.
The door sounded like a hammer on Zong Cheng’s heart, making him jump.
“What is it?”
Yin Chen’s voice came from outside.
“I brought you a looser pajama. You probably couldn’t fit the others; this one’s better. Open the door and take it?”
Nonsense!
Clearly, this was chosen specifically for its sexy style!
Zong Cheng’s ears burned red.
He cracked the door slightly.
Yin Chen handed the pajama over with a smile; Zong Cheng reflexively accepted it.
Yin Chen glanced at him and said suddenly,
“Haven’t you started washing yet? Why’s the pajama still clean?”
Because he had been eavesdropping!
But could he say that?
Zong Cheng froze, pajama trembling in his hands.
Huh? Why were his ears so red?
Yin Chen noticed the suspicious blush at the tips of Zong Cheng’s ears and grew curious.
Nothing shameful was in the bathroom—why the red face?
Or…
Yin Chen looked at Zong Cheng clutching the pajama, voice gentle.
“What’s wrong? Is there a problem with the pajama?”
“No! It’s fine!”
Zong Cheng snatched it quickly, shutting the door.
Ah? He really heard that?
Yin Chen touched his earlobe and chuckled softly outside.
Even better.
Yin Chen found a good vantage point on the sofa, chin propped, watching the bathroom door.
Given: Zong Cheng knew Yin Chen’s mischievous intent.
Zong Cheng was timid.
Question: Would he wear the pajama?
Answer: Yes.
Fifteen minutes later…
Hair damp, body radiating heat, cheeks flushed, Zong Cheng slowly peeked from the bathroom.
Yin Chen’s gaze met his.
Zong Cheng froze.
Yin Chen looked back, eyes blinking innocently.
Fifteen minutes ago, Yin Chen’s mischief had nothing to do with him now.
Zong Cheng saw Yin Chen’s delight mixed with a silent “why aren’t you coming out yet?” in his expression. He drew a deep breath… and slowly stepped out.
Yin Chen’s smile froze for a moment.
Still… really quite sexy.
Ali had a keen eye.
The pajama, loose on Yin Chen, was stretched tight on Zong Cheng—chest muscles flexing, lines flowing, a perfectly sculpted body revealed.
If Ali were here, she’d probably compare him to a Michelangelo sculpture—so perfect, it’s hard to believe he’s real.
Only the eyes…
Those deep black eyes, misty with warmth, cleared up instantly when he looked at Yin Chen.
Looking into them, Yin Chen saw Zong Cheng’s courage… and nine-tenths of his timidity.
Just that little bit of bravery.
Yin Chen couldn’t help but laugh.
?
Zong Cheng panicked.
Why… why is he laughing?
Doesn’t the pajama look good on me?
Nervously, he watched Yin Chen, who had pulled out his phone.
“Wanna play some games?”
…
Zong Cheng nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
He exhaled in relief, but a little disappointed.
He picked up his phone, glaring at his chest.
What good are you?
Yin Chen raised an eyebrow at the photo on his phone and smiled.
There’s a phrase: quick eyes, quick hands.
Perfect.
Game time didn’t last long.
PUBG rounds take a while, and Yin Chen remembered Zong Cheng had work—so they stopped before ten.
Yin Chen put away his phone, looked at Zong Cheng.
“You didn’t bring your computer—can you use mine, or do you need to go back?”
Going back would be tight.
Zong Cheng thought, already roughly knowing the plot for the next chapter.
“I’ll borrow your computer. Should be fine.”
“Okay. There’s a spare in the study—go use it.”
Yin Chen pointed toward the study, sitting still on the sofa.
Phew.
Zong Cheng relaxed and nodded.
“Thanks.”
He went to the study, saw the spare computer, opened it, and skillfully reviewed the previous chapters.
He drafted a detailed outline and finally focused on typing.
Already ten o’clock—two hours left. At his typing speed, a chapter would be done!
Quiet.
Yin Chen played a bit on his own, growing annoyed at random teammates.
For instance, the last round: a teammate spoke in dialect the whole time, only switching to Mandarin after everyone was down.
Or two rounds ago, someone grabbed the sniper rifle he wanted, missed every shot, and died.
Or three rounds ago, a guy bragged about carrying a girl, but his skill matched hers.
Yin Chen slowly retreated inward.
No. This game could bring joy—it couldn’t be ruined by random teammates.
He finally decided to cut losses, turned off the game, and opened the “green app.”
Still no update?
Yin Chen felt slightly disappointed.
Didn’t he say daily updates?
The king of flaking probably flaked again.
After refreshing twice more, he sighed and set his phone on the charger.
Glancing at the study again, he poured hot water.
Tiptoeing to the study, he set the cup on Zong Cheng’s desk, glancing at the computer screen.
…
?
Yin Chen froze.
His gaze followed the typing sounds—and there it was on the screen.
What? How could it be?
It was…
Thoughts raced through his mind, finally fixed on Zong Cheng’s expression—complicated when he said he had work tonight.
Remembering his reader ID, just like in the game, Yin Chen inhaled.
So this guy… already knew?
Logging into the backend, Zong Cheng uploaded the update, exhaling slowly.
Good! Early enough!
He stood up, shouting:
“Yin Chen, you wanna play more? I’m done with work…”
His thoughts were clear tonight!
Just over an hour, and he had finished the update!
Fastest ever! Now he could spend more time with Yin Chen.
Zong Cheng’s eyes curved into a smile.
He turned—and saw Yin Chen standing behind him.
Zong Cheng froze.
He panicked, stepping back against the wall.
It was over!
His mind held only one thought: