Feng Chi's voice was already rather deep. Now that he deliberately lowered it further, a single sentence made Wen Jiu's body shudder instinctively.
He braced himself and met the man's eyes, so dark there wasn't a trace of light in them.
As though once he was drawn inside, he would never get out again.
He would drown.
Wen Jiu thought, I would drown.
[Fuck, my goose bumps are flying off. Is President Feng seriously not an actor?]
[Or is he just playing himself?]
[Shut up and look at wifey. He's already in character!]
At that reminder, everyone instinctively turned their attention to Wen Jiu.
The man's face was reflected in the young man's clear eyes, his beautiful peach-blossom eyes filled with terror.
Wen Jiu felt all the blood in his body freeze. For a moment, he couldn't even make a sound.
"Help..."
"Shh. Don't speak."
The man pressed harder with the pad of his finger, soon rubbing the young man's lips a vivid, almost dripping red.
Feng Chi leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Be good, or everyone in this room will suffer."
His eyes gradually grew wet. Like a docile, soft little pet pinned beneath a beast, the young man could only look at the man and whimper instinctive pleas, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"Mm..." He instinctively called for the person closest to his heart, the only person in that enormous family who could keep him safe.
"Big brother..."
The young man was sitting in his arms, those beautiful eyes holding only him. The sight pleased Feng Chi deeply, but one thing made him extremely uncomfortable.
The man couldn't resist bending down to kiss the corner of the young man's eye. A tear spilled out just then, and he gently licked it into his mouth.
"Say my name."
This man was far too terrifyingly powerful. Wen Jiu could only obey his command meekly.
Show him submission. Beg him for mercy.
"Feng Chi..."
With a little pressure from his thumb and forefinger, he easily parted the young man's lips. Unable to hold back any longer, the man bent down and kissed him.
Tears spilled from reddened eyes. The man easily pinned both of the young man's hands behind his back with one hand.
His chin was caught, his lips bitten and kissed, his territory plundered.
He could only shakily arch his slender, supple waist.
And let the man take whatever he wanted.
The bullet comments went insane yet again.
Only once the two parted did they begin typing with trembling hands.
[Did you use t#ngue? Did you two use t#ngue?!!]
[Holy shit, wifey is so soft!!!]
[Wifey's waist isn't a waist, it's the curved blade that steals President Feng's soul; wifey's mouth isn't a mouth, it's the water that quenches President Feng's thirst!]
[Are we sure it quenches his thirst instead of making him thirstier with every kiss?]
[Aaaaaah, I'm losing it! You're the ones who did wrong and set my nose on fire!]
[Wifey, look over here! This way! Stop hiding! Hey! My sweet little wifey~]
"Your wife?"
The man seemed to still be immersed in his role. His dark eyes turned toward the screen, the curve of his lips still carrying a somewhat deranged smile that sent chills down people's spines.
"I'll give you one more chance to rephrase that."
As Feng Chi spoke, his lips curved into a soft chuckle, his eyes still utterly devoid of warmth. "Your last chance."
The commenter jolted and instantly caved.
[Yours, yours, yours!! Your wife! President Feng, don't kill me. I-I'm a Perpetual Motion Machine too!]
The man gave another soft chuckle.
[Oh my god, President Feng is flirting us to death aaaaaah]
[President Feng, hurry and dig your wife out of there. He's shrinking into the corner! He's about to curl himself into a mushroom!]
Feng Chi raised an eyebrow and swept out a hand, scooping Wen Xiaojiu back from the edge of the frame.
The kisses had left Wen Jiu weak all over. He was no match for the man at all. He lowered his head, a lingering flush still on his face. "What are you doing!"
[Holy shit! Fuck, wifey is so soft!]
[Wifey's still in character, isn't he?]
[That sound alone got me h#rd]
Unlike that old fox Feng Chi, Wen Jiu really hadn't come out of character.
He had a strong capacity for empathy, slipped into character quickly, and performed well during filming. But because his acting was immersive, coming out of character was extremely difficult.
No matter how busy he was in the real world, or how many excellent scripts he received, he only took on one acting project a year.
He left all his remaining time for singing.
There was no other reason. Coming out of character was simply too difficult.
Feng Chi knew this very well too.
So he craftily used the opportunity to test him. "A-Jiu?"
Wen Jiu raised his eyes and glared at him, snapping, "What are you calling me for?"
Good. He'd answered.
And it wasn't, "What are you calling your daddy for?"
Feng Chi restrained the corners of his mouth and lowered his voice enticingly. "An interview on behalf of the fans: how does the young master feel about the pervert?"
"Did you not resist because you were scared, or..." was there actually the tiniest bit of affection deep down?
[Hey-(raises hand) the fans didn't. The fans didn't ask anything.]
[Shh. If President Feng says you did, you did. Got it?]
[Shh, I'm screen-recording. Listen to wifey's answer.]
Wen Jiu's gaze darted away. "I-I don't know..."
[Oh? There's a chance!]
[Don't know = have feelings = like = love]
[Excellent. Bring the marriage registry here. This lady approves of the match.]
[I'm dying. Have some decency, hahaha. President Feng clearly asked about the character's thoughts.]
[There's no script. Wifey can play it however he wants. If wifey doesn't have feelings for President Feng, I'll swallow my keyboard!]
[If a pervert as hot as President Feng fancied me, I'd be washing myself clean and delivering myself to his bed even in my dreams, okay?]
Feng Chi leaned closer with a smile. "You like him?"
Wen Jiu mumbled something but didn't deny it.
After all, the restrained devotion in the pervert's eyes was enough to move anyone in the world.
Although he had been forced, deep down... he hadn't actually been all that resistant.
The pervert was just too intimidating, which frightened him a little.
But thinking about it carefully, the pervert hadn't hurt him.
Wen Jiu cautiously raised his eyes. Besides, this pervert was rather, rather good-looking.
Feng Chi's eyes curved with his lovely smile, even the red mole at the corner of his eye coming alive. "I understand."
Wen Jiu angrily wiped his mouth. "That's just what the character thinks! Not me!"
"I know," Feng Chi said understandingly. "You only covet my beauty."
Wen Jiu: ...Fuck.
"Last one, last one! We're logging off after this!" While everyone was going ship-crazy, Wen Jiu clicked straight into the draw.
[Wifey, you're playing dirty again... Huh?]
[Truth: the people involved, please answer. Regarding ChiJiu, is the truth real or fake?]
Wen Jiu: ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿
What was real or fake?
Lasting was lasting. What the hell did truth have to do with it?
Could young people these days still speak normally?
[These three grand-prize draws really hit the spot. Excellent. On Lunar New Year's Eve, I'm watching this livestream instead of the Spring Festival Gala.]
[How the fuck is this any different from holding a bowl out to the people we ship and asking them to add sugar?]
[Hahaha, wifey's baffled again. That meaningful smile from President Feng-he seems to understand perfectly~]
"Right now, it's fake. But I hope..." Feng Chi gently took Wen Jiu's hand and reverently pressed a kiss to it. "In the future, it'll be real."
Wen Jiu's face instantly burned red.
W-what the fuck was this now?!
The scrolling bullet comments stalled. Then messages flooded in, densely packing the entire screen.
#ChiJiu The truth is real#
"Aaaaaah! Holy shit, this was worth it!!!"
Shen Huaian sprang to his feet and excitedly messaged the other Perpetual Motion Machine on the production team. "Director, our ship is real!"
Zhang Guozhong immediately fired a voice message back at Shen Huaian.
"I fucking know! Hahaha, I sent that last truth question! Never thought I'd hit the jackpot! Worth it, so worth it! Now I can lie flat at the bottom of this shipping pit without a care!"
Shen Huaian sobbed. "Wuwuwu, Director, you've done us proud!"
"Don't get worked up yet. The show over there is about to start too."
Zhang Guozhong rubbed his hands together and wiped his face. Looking at the negative news flooding the Weibo page, he was practically flying with delight.
"Go check Weibo. President Feng has made his move!"