"Didn't you go play pool with someone?" Chi Li turned around in surprise. "Why are you back so soon?"
"Was it that soon?" Shen Xunye pulled over a stool and sat down on Chi Li's left. "I played five games."
"Five games?" The surprise in Chi Li's eyes deepened. "Have you even been gone twenty minutes?"
Xie Weishui said, "Twenty-two minutes."
"Running the table doesn't take much time." Shen Xunye looked relaxed.
"Then where's Jiang Lele?" Chi Li looked toward the doorway but saw no sign of Jiang Lele.
"Oh, we had penalties too," Shen Xunye explained casually. "I won five straight games, and his penalty was that he wasn't allowed to appear in front of me again tonight."
Chi Li: "..."
Shen Xunye had completely cut off any possibility of Jiang Lele hyping a CP with him...
It seemed he had really taken that earlier warning to heart.
Xie Weishui was happy to hear this and even made a point of asking, "Why?"
To him, Shen Xunye was different from Chi Li.
Although this man wasn't particularly polite either, his physical attributes were so outstanding that he could be considered a potential partner.
Shen Xunye said, "Because he's a little long-winded."
"That's because Lele likes you." Xie Weishui kindly explained on Jiang Lele's behalf, "He talks to you so much because he wants to be your friend."
Jiang Lele had thrown himself at Fang Jin like this before too.
Unfortunately, he was too low-level to compete with him.
[Baby Weishui is beautiful inside and out. He even puts in a good word for Jiang Lele when he isn't around.]
[Is that really a good word? [blank stare]]
[Let me translate. What Xie Weishui means is probably: Jiang Lele just wants to tie himself to you, Shen Xunye.]
[All I can say is that Jiang Lele's opponents are too powerful every time...]
[Before, there was the master green tea Xie Weishui, and now there's the natural-born hottie Chi Li... He really can't compete.]
[You're all busy analyzing everything. Am I the only one wondering when those two are coming back?]
"I'm back-" Just as that comment appeared, Fang Jin showed up in the mahjong room doorway and walked in, waving the pen in his hand. "I wanted to find a washable pen, but I couldn't, so we'll have to use a gel pen."
"Then you'll have to give that little turtle a good scrub before bed tonight," Chi Li teased.
"I will." Fang Jin sat in his seat, then dragged his stool a little closer to Chi Li. He offered him the pen. "Winner, you draw it for me."
Chi Li uncapped the pen and held it up toward Fang Jin's face. "You're betting on whether I'll go easy on you."
Fang Jin's eyes curved slightly. "I wouldn't dare."
"All right, then."
Chi Li reached out with his left hand and lifted Fang Jin's chin to make sure he wouldn't move.
The pen tip hovered a short distance from his face, moving as though searching for the right place to start.
Finally, it stopped beside his lips and touched down.
The tip landed lightly, and a small circle slowly appeared. Then a turtle-shell pattern was quickly added inside it.
"Does it hurt?" Chi Li asked softly.
Fang Jin blinked rapidly a few times and squeezed out two words between his lips. "Doesn't hurt."
Chi Li drew with a very light touch. When the pen tip touched his face, there was only a slight tickle and coolness.
Compared to that negligible tickle and coolness, the other hand supporting his chin made its presence much more keenly felt.
It felt dry and soft, seemingly with a thin layer of calluses.
Whenever he couldn't help moving, that hand would pull him back.
There was a slightly forceful, unquestionable sense of control.
Combined with Chi Li's face drawing closer and closer as he tried to draw the little turtle properly...
It looked... as though this man might kiss him at any moment.
[This scene... I think the CP genes in my body are stirring.]
[Isn't this CP a little too unorthodox...]
[What do you know? The more unorthodox it is, the tastier it gets... [drool]]
[I won't let a twice-married man touch my wife! [fist shake] [crying]]
[...Has anyone else noticed that Fang Jin's ears seem to be red?]
Before the viewers noticed Fang Jin's red ears, the other three people in the mahjong room had all noticed-including Zhou Yang, who had returned wearing a down jacket.
"What are you doing?!" Zhou Yang rushed over in a single stride, his eyes as wide as a bull's.
"Tsk..."
His shout startled Fang Jin into trembling, causing the turtle's tail Chi Li was finishing to shoot out in a long line.
"Drawing a little turtle." Chi Li rubbed away the extra length of tail with the pad of his finger. "Why are you shouting so loudly?"
Zhou Yang felt a little guilty. "I... I'm hot in this down jacket, so I got angry."
"There's something wrong with you." Chi Li rolled his eyes at him, then looked apologetically at the patch of Fang Jin's face he had rubbed red. "This ink really is a little hard to wipe off. Sorry for the trouble, but you'll have to spend some extra time on it tonight."
"I-it's fine." Fang Jin touched his hot earlobe, then hurriedly moved his seat back to its original position.
Zhou Yang also slunk back to his seat.
"Nice drawing skills." Shen Xunye stared straight at Fang Jin's face and offered an absentminded compliment.
"Compared to an elementary school kid, they're pretty good." Chi Li capped the pen and handed it to Shen Xunye. "Hold this for us for now."
Shen Xunye was exceptionally sensitive. "Us?"
He had only been gone twenty minutes, and this guy was already saying "us" with another man?
"Us." Chi Li swept his gaze around the table. "There are bound to be more penalties that need a pen later."
"Mm." Shen Xunye took the pen. "If there are any more face-drawing penalties, I'll carry them out."
"Sure."
Perhaps his luck had turned. Chi Li won the next hand again.
He lightly pushed over the tiles in front of him. "I'm terribly sorry."
Zhou Yang's face was already flushed from the heat of his down jacket, so he could only try asking for help. "Chi Li, I'm begging you. Just let me take off one piece of clothing."
Chi Li looked ready to enjoy the show. "Then you can..."
Zhou Yang's eyes lit up. "Then I can take it off now?"
"Then you can take off your pants." Chi Li rattled off his demand at top speed.
Zhou Yang: "..."
Fang Jin raised a hand to cover the corner of his mouth again.
Shen Xunye raised his hand. "If you don't know how, I can help free of charge."
"What's it got to do with you..." Zhou Yang had long been annoyed with this man who had suddenly appeared and wedged himself between him and Chi Li. "Get lost."
Chi Li, however, leaned closer to Shen Xunye and said in a pitying tone, "Then I'll have to trouble you to help."
Shen Xunye immediately stood up.
"Hey-" Zhou Yang hurriedly held out both hands to fend him off, expressing his firm refusal. "I'm not taking anything off. I'm not, okay? Give me a different penalty!"
"All right. I'm pretty understanding, after all." Chi Li didn't particularly want to see this guy's bare legs either. "Then find a pair of sunglasses and put them on."
Zhou Yang: "..."
[I've figured it out. The next penalty is putting on long johns!]
[A few more rounds and Zhou Yang will probably be wrapped up like a zongzi.]
[My wife is actually creating some kind of fashion.]
[Fashion no one will understand for another ten years.]