Xiao Cheng turned his face away. "That's not what I meant..."
Jiang Chiyan saw through him at a glance. "You want to make yourself the villain and paint me as an innocent boy you forced into this?"
Xiao Cheng said nothing.
Jiang Chiyan stared at Xiao Cheng, entranced, then glanced around. No one was there.
He moved closer, quickly pulled down Xiao Cheng's mask, and leaned in for a kiss, a smile touching his lips. "Be good. Don't smear yourself like that again. You'll make me feel guilty."
Xiao Cheng looked utterly bewildered. ?
Guilty??
What did that have to do with anything?
Holding his wrist, Jiang Chiyan explained, "Because... when I force you to call me hubby every night, I'm not exactly innocent. If anything, I'm more of a villain than you."
After a pause, Jiang Chiyan leaned close to Xiao Cheng's ear and murmured, "But when we're at a negative distance, I still prefer hearing my wife sweetly, obediently call me Yanyan."
Xiao Cheng turned away in mortified indignation, his ears red.
But he couldn't bear to scold Jiang Chiyan. Pointing at a flagpole nearby, he argued quite seriously, "I'm straight. Straighter than that flagpole."
Jiang Chiyan took hold of Xiao Cheng's long fingers.
He squeezed them, curled them up, then enclosed them in his large palm. "Baby, even if you're as straight as a flagpole, I can bend you into a mosquito coil."
Someone had once asked Jiang Chiyan about his sexual orientation, asking whether he liked men.
Jiang Chiyan had said not necessarily.
He had said that since Xiao Cheng was a man in this lifetime, he liked men.
If Xiao Cheng were a girl in his next life, he would like girls.
Jiang Chiyan smiled at Xiao Cheng, fished his phone out of his pocket,