Jiang Chiyan had only just finished speaking.
The door to the activity room was pushed open, and footsteps sounded inside.
Through the gap between the cabinet doors, Jiang Chiyan saw someone carrying camera equipment sneak furtively inside.
Jiang Chiyan mouthed to Xiao Cheng: A reporter.
Xiao Cheng nodded, held his breath nervously, and shrank farther into the corner.
Sensing Xiao Cheng's nervousness, Jiang Chiyan wanted to tease him and slipped his fingertips inside Xiao Cheng's shirt.
Xiao Cheng's eyes widened, and he shifted slightly in discomfort.
Jiang Chiyan gripped Xiao Cheng's waist, squeezing it with alternating light and firm pressure.
Jiang Chiyan's other hand was misbehaving too.
It undid Xiao Cheng's shirt buttons one by one.
In the darkness.
Xiao Cheng looked into Jiang Chiyan's eyes and swallowed.
The look in Jiang Chiyan's eyes suggested that, in the very next second, he would strip his clothes...
Right. Off. Him!
Flushed with embarrassment and indignation, Xiao Cheng buried his face in the crook of Jiang Chiyan's neck, his arms around his waist, not daring to move. He whispered, "There's still someone outside. Don't let them get pictures. You..."
Xiao Cheng couldn't bear to refuse Jiang Chiyan, and the words "Stop messing around" came out as-
"Wait until we're in the bedroom to mess around~"
Jiang Chiyan chuckled. "Why panic? Is being affectionate with my boyfriend something I have to hide?"
Xiao Cheng's eyelashes trembled. "Don't, don't..."
Jiang Chiyan tilted his head and winked at Xiao Cheng. "Then how about you sweet-talk me?"
Meanwhile...
The person outside the cabinet circled the room, their gaze settling on the cabinet where Jiang Chiyan and Xiao Cheng were hiding, and slowly walked toward it.
Xiao Cheng's heart was about to leap out of his chest.
Yet both of Jiang Chiyan's hands were still inside his