"Fine, I get it. Go get me some water to wipe myself down." Not wanting to keep arguing about this with Fu Yanci, Chi An pushed him away and sat up.
"I brought wet wipes. Sit still, I'll wipe you down." He could only pamper his own wife himself. Pouting, Fu Yanci rummaged a large pack of wet wipes out of his bag, pulled one out, and began wiping downward from Chi An's chest.
Chi An didn't refuse. "Take off your wetsuit first."
Fu Yanci gave a low reply. "Mm."
Bracing both hands behind him, Chi An quietly watched Fu Yanci's intent face, then lowered his gaze to the hand moving over his chest. "Are you sure you actually want to wipe me down?"
"I'm not sure. So can I do something else?" Since Chi An had asked, Fu Yanci had no reason to keep pretending.
Tossing the wet wipe into an empty tissue packet nearby, Fu Yanci turned back and planted his hands on either side of Chi An, caging him against his chest. "The soundproofing here is no good. The grove would be better."
"Soundproofing doesn't matter. There won't be any noise anyway. Lower your head a little more and block wherever the noise would come from." Chi An deliberately slowed his speech as he said this, lifting a hand to press against the back of Fu Yanci's neck.
"Then there are quite a few places to block, but that's no problem. I'm perfectly capable of blocking them all." Restraint had made Fu Yanci's voice low and husky. His hot breath spilled over Chi An's collarbone, making Chi An shrink back awkwardly.
The cameraman crouching beside the tent hadn't expected Chi An and Fu Yanci to be so bold either. In broad daylight, inside a tent-and most importantly,