Back in the room, Shen Lian was still clinging to Chu Yilan like a sloth.
"What brought you here?" As Shen Lian reached the bed, he tilted his head and brushed the man's earlobe.
"Nothing to do." Chu Yilan drew back a little, but Shen Lian's grip hadn't loosened, so he patted his back. "What about you? Has filming gone smoothly these past two days?"
"It has," Shen Lian said softly. "I was thinking I'd go back to Qu City to see you once I'd finished most of my scenes."
"I couldn't wait that long," Chu Yilan said.
Shen Lian let out a laugh. "Well, look at that. Master Chu knows how to say sweet things now."
Chu Yilan brushed his nose against Shen Lian's and instantly lost the desire to hold back.
He supported Shen Lian's lower back and lowered him onto the bed. Feeling how his waist had grown slimmer again, he felt a strange violence and urge to destroy well up inside him. The styling for Shen Lian's role made him look particularly young, and his worn, simple clothes only added to it. He really was a delicate white flower swaying in the breeze.
Shen Lian's eyes brimmed with waves of desire, their every surge bringing him vividly to life. When Chu Yilan stopped moving, he frowned in displeasure, but couldn't manage to look fierce at all.
"How are you this pitiful?" Chu Yilan asked with a smile.
"Pitiful is good," Chu Yilan added. "As long as I'm the only one you look this pitiful for."
Shen Lian came to understand deeply why a brief separation made a reunion sweeter than a honeymoon.
Sun Binghe hummed a tune. Even the cheap plastic basin in his hands looked positively pleasing now. After quickly washing up, he returned