PPS Chapter 171

Chapter 171: The Camera Can Never Capture This Visceral Burning Temperature

Chu Zhaoyi blinked, the potato chips still in his hand, half a chip still in his mouth, he said vaguely, “No, I was just curious… um!”

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Yusen had already reached out and pinched his chin, lowering his head to kiss him.

Chu Zhaoyi was stunned for a moment, the potato chip bag in his hand “popped” and fell to the ground, scattering crumbs all over.

Gu Yusen’s kiss was somewhat aggressive, completely different from his usual gentle kisses. His tongue easily pried open Chu Zhaoyi’s teeth, and the breath of alcohol mixed with the taste of potato chips in Chu Zhaoyi’s mouth, creating a strange sweetness.

Chu Zhaoyi was a little dazed by the kiss, and his hand unconsciously grabbed the edge of Gu Yusen’s bath towel. His fingertips touched Gu Yusen’s wet skin, the heat making his fingertips tremble.

Gu Yusen noticed his reaction, chuckled, retreated slightly, licked the corner of his mouth, and stared straight at Chu Zhaoyi’s flushed face: “What, are potato chips tastier than me?”

Chu Zhaoyi subconsciously licked his lips, his face still calm, but the tips of his ears were blood-red, and he muttered softly, “Why did you suddenly kiss me…”

Strangely, Chu Zhaoyi didn’t have any strange thoughts in his mind when he watched the so-called instructional videos, he was very calm, even a little disgusted. But after being kissed by Gu Yusen a couple of times, he was already panting…

Gu Yusen raised an eyebrow, reached out to take the bag of potato chips from his hand, threw it on the ground, and then pressed down on him. Chu Zhaoyi was pressed into the soft mattress, frantically pushing his shoulders, “Brother Sanmu, your… your hair is still wet.”

Gu Yusen ignored him, lowered his head and bit him on the side of his neck, his voice muffled, “Wet is wet, it’ll be wet again later anyway.”

Chu Zhaoyi’s ears burned at his words, vaguely realizing what was about to happen. Thinking of the little videos he had just seen, he still felt a little panicked, it looked quite painful…

Don’t think he always flirted with Gu Yusen before, but in reality, he couldn’t take it after being kissed a couple of times and would say no.

Gu Yusen’s hand had already slid down his waist, and with a light flick of his fingertips, he unbuttoned his pants. Chu Zhaoyi’s breath hitched, his voice trembling slightly, “Brother Sanmu…”

Gu Yusen raised his head, his eyes filled with a playful smile, his fingers caressing his waist restlessly, “Messing around? A-Yi, who turned the instructional video into IMAX just now? What, getting cold feet now?”

“No,” Chu Zhaoyi shook his head. He had always wanted to do this, because he wanted to establish a closer relationship with Gu Yusen.

It was just that Gu Yusen hadn’t made a move, and he thought Gu Yusen didn’t like him.

He had been feeling wronged for a while.

Chu Zhaoyi felt Gu Yusen’s abnormality and thought: So Brother Sanmu isn’t as serious as he seems on the surface.

Gu Yusen refused to let him go, lowered his head and gently blew air on his ear, his voice hoarse, “A-Yi, I was worried about you feeling unwell so I kept holding back, but now your health is much better, is it okay?”

Gu Yusen restrained his lust, and the alcohol in his brain began to act up again, but he still held back his desire to continue.

The response he got was Chu Zhaoyi’s arms wrapping around him.

The sensor night light on the bedside table was turned on, and small water vapors floated in the warm yellow light.

When Chu Zhaoyi struggled to reach for his slipping sleeping pants, his calf brushed against the undried water stains on the other’s waist, the touch of ice and fire making his instep tense into an arc.

Gu Yusen pinched his waist and dragged him back, his playful voice wrapped in a drunken rasp, “A-Yi…”

Outside, it started to rain sometime.

The rhythm of the raindrops hitting the glass gradually became chaotic. Chu Zhaoyi’s bitten fingers were pried open, his knuckles brushing against his moist lip lines.

Gu Yusen rubbed his burning earlobe with the tip of his nose and whispered, each word like plucking sensitive nerves: “You’ve developed new features for the projector that I bought three months ago…”

The end of the sentence was cut off by a muffled groan, and the last wisp of white mist floated from the unclosed bathroom, blurring the intertwined figures on the wall.

The moment the night light automatically went out, car lights swept across the ceiling outside the window.

In the flickering light and shadow, Chu Zhaoyi saw the dark fire flickering in Gu Yusen’s eyes, his damp black hair falling down, forming a winding stream at his collarbone.

He suddenly thought of those instructional videos he hadn’t finished watching, and only now did he realize that the camera could never capture this visceral burning temperature—when a scalding palm covered his lower back, all theories shattered into sparks he couldn’t grasp.