Wen Xiaojiu looked up at him, very wisely following his instincts.
It wasn't that he was a coward. The big shot had gone crazy again, aaaaah!
So scawy! So fweaking scary!
Wen Jiu obediently raised both hands, letting the man slowly lace their fingers together and press them against the pillow.
He was kissed again.
Only, unlike last night's ferocity, this was gentler and even more bewitching.
The man cunningly nibbled and worried at his lower lip, making Wen Jiu unconsciously part his teeth. His tongue slipped inside, teasing him without restraint.
How could Wen Jiu possibly be a match for him? Within a few exchanges, he had been teased out of his senses.
The man seemed ready to call a truce and leisurely withdrew.
Yet he still lingered over his lips, casually, as though waiting for something.
A patient, shrewd hunter could always capture prey that satisfied him.
For instance, the trembling tip of a tongue that the young man tentatively extended.
A soft chuckle spilled from between the man's lips. To reward the young man for bravely taking that first step, he captured his lips and tongue once more.
An unknown amount of time passed before the man was finally sated.
Wen Jiu opened his eyes, his peach-blossom eyes shimmering with moisture, and gazed dazedly at the person before him.
"Did I kiss you stupid?"
The man lowered his eyes, a silver chain hanging beside his cheek. From Wen Jiu's angle, that seductive red mole looked even more vivid.
Aroused, Feng Chi looked coolly sensual and sexy. He was ridiculously handsome!
Wen Jiu blushed helplessly at the sight, still a little dazed.
Noticing the change in the young man's expression, Feng Chi paused, then slowly curved his lips. His mood inexplicably improved again.
"Am I that good-looking?"
Wen Jiu angrily shut his eyes.
Narcissist!
Feng Chi laughed even more cheerfully, rubbing the back of his hand with his fingertips as he asked, "Between me and Lin Changfeng, who's better-looking?"
Wen Jiu: ???
No, seriously. "Are you sick in the head?"
Those two hadn't even met yet, okay?!
Even being a shameless flirt should have limits!
"Tell me. Who's better-looking, me or Lin Changfeng?" But Feng Chi had already gotten competitive. He held Wen Jiu and gently rocked him, clearly prepared to keep this up until Wen Jiu answered.
Wen Jiu was utterly speechless.
Right now, he really wanted to transmigrate back to reality, go into the comments, and @ the author to ask how she had used a human brain to write this deranged freak with split personalities!
"You, you, you! You're better-looking! You're the only handsome bastard in the whole world, okay?" Wen Xiaojiu couldn't take it anymore. He tried to roll away from the man's clutches, only to be easily pulled back by the waist. "I'm fucking speechless!"
"Get off me already! You're a grown man, acting like a kid..."
"Childish!"
Big Shot Feng had finally been coaxed into a good mood. Feng the Flirt turned into Feng the Three-Year-Old.
He buried his head against the young man's supple, nicely defined abs and nuzzled like a doggy. "Hubby, how about changing into something else?"
Wen Jiu blushed and pushed him. "No!"
"Hubby~"
"Get lost!"
When one road was blocked, take another. Big Shot Feng understood this principle well. "But your shirt's wrinkled."
Wen Jiu: ???
He looked down. Wrinkled was an understatement.
Even the fucking buttons had been torn off!
He had no idea when this bastard had pulled it open. Wen Jiu had been so dazed by the kissing that he had no memory of it at all.
Wen Jiu bristled and glared at him. Feng Chi met his gaze and blinked, looking innocent.
Half a minute later, a heartfelt greeting exploded through the entire Peach Blossom House.
"Fuck your mother, Feng Chi! I'll fucking fight you!!!"
Downstairs, those setting out dishes, those carrying little stools, those debating whether to knock upstairs, the production team, and even the viewers who had played several rounds of Fight the Landlord through chat all stopped what they were doing at the same time and looked toward the second floor.
[What happened? What happened?]
[Wifey's never lost control like that before. What the hell did Feng Chi do???]
[Aaaaaah, director, are you even competent? Turn the livestream on for me!]
[Hahahaha, I'm dying. Just now, the Lasting ship's supertopic passed a million members.]
[And it's still growing!!]
The Lasting ship's supertopic had been created after Wen Jiu's earlier trending topic broke.
The gap in their status and standing, coupled with Wen Jiu's past habit of offending investors, meant no one dared ship him with the big shot. Only a tiny handful of fans secretly savored the angsty crumbs.
But just now, Feng Chi's lightning-fast change of expression, his completely different treatment of Wen Jiu, and his blatant flirting had sent the supertopic's fan count soaring.
From a pitiful few hundred, it rapidly surged into the hundreds of thousands.
That final hug and kiss on the ear had sent viewers plummeting straight to the bottom of the shipping pit.
While they waited for the livestream, the supertopic had rocketed past a million members.
[I'm so anxious I'm about to give birth! Why haven't they come out yet?]
[Remember to take screenshots when they come out! I'm staying up all night editing a video. Everyone deserves to eat well.]
[Waiting for a luxury car [drool]]
[Banging my bowl as I wait. Let's see how long those two can fool around upstairs.]
This time, however, it didn't take much longer. Feng Chi calculated the timing and deliberately raised his wrist to check his watch.
Wen Jiu shot him a glare. "What?"
"Nothing."
Wen Jiu pulled on a white T-shirt at lightning speed, two tufts of hair sticking up. "If you've got something to say, spit it out. You're a grown man. Stop dawdling!"
"They've probably finished cooking and are waiting for us."
"What?!" Wen Jiu had never kept people waiting like this. Shocked and flustered, he picked up the light gray sweatpants, shook them out haphazardly, and pulled them on at lightning speed.
Feng Chi couldn't stand watching. The young man was a mess from head to toe, so he went over to straighten him up.
Wen Jiu wouldn't let him near him. He turned away and put on his shoes.
"Slow down. Don't rush. We'll be right on time when we go down...?"
As the man spoke, he suddenly caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye and broke off.
Wen Jiu finished getting ready, casually raked a hand through his hair, and headed straight out when he found nothing wrong.
Feng Chi said, "Wait..."
"Wait for what?!" Wen Jiu turned and found the man still standing there. He stomped over in two strides, grabbed his hand, and dragged him away. "Do you think you're still at your company?"
No sense of time at all!
The young man looked so slender, yet he was surprisingly strong. Feng Chi was dragged downstairs, trying to call him to a stop.
Wen Jiu was almost traumatized by his antics and ordered him to shut up. "Don't you talk!"
Feng Chi: ...Okay, wifey.
The moment the two appeared, the cameraman swung his camera toward them.
The room fell silent. The bullet comments erupted.
The chief director's eyes lit up.
[He changed! He changed! Wen Jiu changed his clothes!!!]
[Aaaaaaaah, I'm losing it! Wifey's lips have been kissed swollen!]
[I don't care. They definitely did it in there.]
[It's only been a little over an hour. That's not enough, right?]
[Such a short time. Does that live up to their ship name?]
[Well, well. You dare question President Feng's abilities? Drag them out.]
"Sorry to keep everyone waiting. I'm so sorry!" Wen Jiu began apologizing the moment he got downstairs, dragging the man toward everyone in a rush.
Zhang Guozhong glanced at the expressionless man and jolted, hurriedly waving his hands. "It's fine, it's fine. The food's only just ready. We haven't been waiting long at all."
Wen Jiu saw six dishes and a soup on the little wooden table, with both meat and vegetables, all still steaming hot. Apparently, the damned director wasn't lying.
Still, what he had done was wrong. Wen Jiu was considering making the afternoon meal himself when he noticed the man beside him showing no sign of saying anything. He smacked him angrily. "It's all because you went crazy! Apologize already!"
The director nearly jumped out of his skin, waving his hands like propellers. "No need, no need."
Feng Chi obediently lowered his head. "I'm sorry for troubling everyone."
Everyone hurried to assure him he hadn't.
Knowing that Wen Jiu genuinely felt guilty, Yu Qing came forward, torn between laughter and tears, and pulled him down into a seat. "All right, it's fine. Let's eat."
Shen Yu also invited Feng Chi to sit, deliberately seating the two together.
Shen Huaian and Lin Shuheng, who hadn't come downstairs long before, sat on the other side, both covertly scrutinizing them.
Shen Huaian was genuinely curious, his heart itching as though a cat were scratching it. He wanted the gossip but was a little scared.
Lin Shuheng's gaze had never left Feng Chi from beginning to end.
The man exuded an air of distinction; even watching him eat was a pleasure. Yet Wen Jiu sat beside him with no table manners, an eyesore no matter how he looked at him.
Lin Shuheng thought that he should have been the one sitting beside the man.
"If you don't want your eyes anymore, just say so."
The sudden remark stunned everyone at the table.
Wen Jiu was shoveling food into his mouth. Hearing that, he chewed a few times and gulped it down, then looked at the man in bewilderment. "What's gotten into you now?"
Feng Chi merely raised his eyes coldly and glanced at Lin Shuheng.
That utterly cold gaze was like looking at a dead person. A chill ran down Lin Shuheng's back, and he hurriedly lowered his head, already drenched in cold sweat.
This man was terrifying!
Wen Jiu followed his gaze. Lin Shuheng held his bowl, the hand holding his chopsticks trembling, his pale face making him look like a delicate white flower.
Wen Jiu was terrified this troublesome thing would try to frame him again. He turned to Feng Chi and asked, "What did he do to you?"
"He looked at me."
"Oh, okay."
As long as nothing happened.
Wen Jiu thought, Then let him look. You're so good-looking. What, are people not allowed to look?
He urged Feng Chi, "Eat, eat. The food's getting cold."
If you're not enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your thinking!
"...Okay."
Feng Chi lowered his head to eat. His face was clearly expressionless, yet somehow, he looked a little aggrieved.
Wen Jiu instinctively wanted to rub his eyes. Why did he seem to have just seen drooping dog ears on the man's head?
Wen Jiu shoveled rice into his mouth, still shaken, thinking, Could this man really be a dog spirit?
Feng Chi, who was still acting pitiful and waiting to be comforted: ...
He was even angrier now.