Feng Chi: "'Gu Wenzhi, I hate you!' Bu Qing cursed in despair, but his body gave the man an honest answer. His arms wrapped tightly around the man's neck as he demanded more with near-greedy hunger, allowing himself to sink into it for a brief moment."
Already engrossed, Wen Jiu listened until the voice suddenly stopped. He turned back in confusion, and the man leaned close to his ear, whispering, "Your turn."
Wen Jiu: ?
He turned a page. There was actually such a long passage devoted entirely to Gu Wenzhi's actions?
And it was all fucking smut?!
Wasn't this supposed to be an angsty romance? Why were they jumping straight into smut at the drop of a hat???
[Here it comes, here it comes! Finally, the highlight of this chapter]
[Read it, read it! Fuck, the wait is finally over]
[Tsk, hearing wifey read this is going to hit so hard]
"Gu Wenzhi's kisses trailed downward. He bit open Bu Qing's tie a little roughly, his hand involuntarily sliding behind him.
Bu Qing instinctively arched his back, a soft whimper spilling unconsciously from his lips."
As Wen Jiu read, he couldn't help complaining, "Isn't this Bu Qing's part?"
Feng Chi couldn't hold back a laugh.
[One-star review, one-star review. No whimper]
[One-star review, one-star review. No whimper]
Wen Jiu quickly composed himself and immersed himself again. "Gu Wenzhi patiently helped him relax, using almost every ounce of self-control he possessed, yet the person in his arms still trembled violently.
Gu Wenzhi pressed a soothing kiss to the corner of his lips, gripped his waist, and panted as he did Xs and Os, mosaic, mosaic."
Feng Chi: "Pfft!"
[???]
#Wen Jiu Xs and Os mosaic#
[You give us Xs and Os and mosaics at the most crucial moment???]
[One-star review! Wifey, you can't do this to us]
Wen Jiu paid them no mind. He hummed twice and kept reading. "The drunken Bu Qing was particularly eager, moaning as he lay limp and powerless, mosaicking along with his X-ing."
Wait-
Wen Jiu pointed at the novel's page and accused the man, "This is your part again, isn't it?"
Feng Chi rocked him in his arms, utterly overcome by how cute he was. His eyes curved in a lovely smile. "You read with more feeling than I do, and you sound better, too. There's no one better to read this passage."
Being praised by the big shot left Wen Jiu a little embarrassed. "O-okay, then."
The bullet comments, however, were going mad.
[Please, President Feng, stop praising him. He's still young, and praise goes straight to his head [sobbing up a storm]. Please read it yourself]
[Fuck, if he keeps reading, I'm going to go limp. The fucking Apollo sun chariot has turned straight into a kiddie ride!]
[But look how happy the two of them are]
[So am I part of your play, too?]
[This teaches us never to expect anything from this little shit with no morals. I had my fucking undies off, and wifey slapped a tightening headband on me]
Wen Jiu was still expressively reciting his Xs and Os. The viewers turned their grief and indignation into strength and drove the smut in the bullet comments straight to Mars.
They finally endured their way to the section Wen Jiu had accidentally played yesterday morning, where Bu Qing called out to Gu Wenzhi, only to be caught off guard by Wen Jiu's broken, tearful cries-
"Gu Wenzhi, Gu Wenzhi, Gu Wenzhi..."
[!!!!]
Feng Chi's arms abruptly tightened around him, his gaze darkening.
[Holy shit! My fucking undies flew off in a second!]
[Wifey smells so good, I'm down!!!]
[Wifey, ride me facing me! I'm down too!!!]
Wen Jiu had no idea that the mood of both the bullet comments and Feng Chi had changed. He was already immersed in the novel's scene.
"Bu Qing's voice, hoarse from crying, unconsciously called the man's name. The corners of his eyes flushed crimson with arousal, carrying a seductive allure.
Gu Wenzhi could no longer hold back and fiercely X-ed and O-ed him, Xs and Os, mosaic, mosaic... Hm?"
Wen Jiu suddenly stopped and asked about what he didn't understand. "What does ☆☆☆ mean???"
Wen Jiu was sincerely seeking an answer. After all, this really was beyond his knowledge.
Yet for some reason, the bullet comments seemed to have gone mad, filling the screen with nothing but meaningless ahhhs and howls.
Feng Chi's breathing had also grown noticeably heavier. He raised a hand to hide his lips and leaned close to Wen Jiu's ear, his voice husky and restrained.
"This one, I'll tell you tonight when no one else is around."
[Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!!]
[What did President Feng say??? Fuck, I'm a VIP, I'm allowed to hear it!!!]
[Did he explain it??? Did he?! I saw wifey blush!!!]
[I'm shipping so hard I'm hemorrhaging. Fuck, I'm dead!]
[Ahhhhh, kill me to spice things up for them! Otherwise, I don't even feel worthy of shipping a couple this exciting]
Clearly, the actual couple didn't need their sacrifices. They only needed them to stop.
Feng Chi looked up at the camera, his voice still hoarse. "We're done with this one. Next."
No one dared object.
Although they had barely read half of it, the viewers hadn't lost out at all.
They'd hit the jackpot!
This time, it was Feng Chi's turn to draw. Everyone was racking their brains for prompts, and only Wen Jiu noticed something. "What's that noise downstairs?"
"Why do I feel like I heard Shen Huaian screaming?"
Hearing the actual person's voice from the livestream, Shen Huaian dragged the quilt he had flung off back onto the bed, bundled himself tightly inside it, and muted himself in a second.
Fuck, he'd nearly given himself away.
Feng Chi had already clicked the draw button. At the question, he merely replied without betraying anything, "Did you?"
Wen Jiu shook his head. "Maybe I misheard."
[Dare: Roleplay. Please play a pervert and the wealthy young master he covets, respectively, and improvise a scene of forced love.]
Wen Jiu's mouth twitched. "I think you're the real perverts here!"
What the hell were these things they were coming up with?
Seeing that Wen Jiu was genuinely having trouble, Feng Chi volunteered, "I'll play the young master."
Why was Feng Chi being so good tonight? Wen Jiu secretly basked in it, yet also felt a little uncomfortable.
Feng Chi was the big shot of this book, after all.
He probably cared a lot about his image, too. He was a big shot, after all.
One sacrifice was enough. How could he let the big shot suffer all night?
Besides, even if it was a marriage of convenience, he was still his wife, Wen Xiaojiu thought. What kind of husband always hid behind his wife and let him embarrass himself?
So he said, "Forget it. I'll play the young master. You play the pervert."
The corners of Feng Chi's lips lifted slightly.
He still seemed a little uncertain, his tone sounding somewhat shocked. "Really?"
Wen Jiu nodded. "I'm a dog if I'm lying!"
"But I'm afraid I won't play it well and will scare you," Feng Chi said. "Let me do it instead. What if you get too immersed, take it out on me, and stop talking to me?"
Wen Jiu bristled. "Either you play the pervert or the deal's off!"
Fuck, all this dithering and fussing. Were they ever going to finish this livestream?
Feng Chi obediently answered, "Okay."
[President Feng has truly mastered the art of tricking his wife]
[This man really is a dog. I didn't understand the first time wifey called him that, but now I get it]
[The longest road our son has ever walked is President Feng's string of tricks]
[Stop talking and look at the screen... Holy shit!!!]
Following the bullet comment's prompt, the viewers looked over. The man who had been so gentle and docile a moment earlier looked toward the camera, and his smiling phoenix eyes filled with endless darkness.
"Holy shit!"
Shen Huaian had been watching the livestream in dim lighting to begin with. Caught off guard by the man's dark gaze staring straight at him, he was so frightened that every hair on his body stood on end.
He nearly threw his phone!
Feng Chi possessively trapped the young man entirely within his arms, raised a hand to turn his chin, and gently stroked his lower lip with the pad of his finger.
The man's eyes were filled with sick love. Gazing at the delicate, trembling prey in his arms, he sighed with reverence:
"Baby, I caught you."