TRMLCM Chapter 29
by VolareChapter 29: I Didn’t
The photos were indeed very normal.
Only Shen Chang’an’s face, neck, and hands were visible.
Against a white background wall, Shen Chang’an wore a light blue denim jacket. His originally cool and refined features, after light makeup, became vibrant yet not at all gaudy. His hand gently rested on his forehead, casting a faint shadow. Beneath, his dark eyes glanced at the camera, their gaze seemingly carrying hooks, inexplicably captivating.
His collar was slightly open, revealing just the right amount of his delicate collarbone. The Adam’s apple on his slender neck was also prominent. On his fair skin, a grayish-white butterfly perched on his collarbone, as if gently sniffing his scent and feeling his cool temperature.
This style was rare for Shen Chang’an.
Apart from occasionally wearing clothes of other colors, he always preferred to wear a white shirt in his livestream, clean, aloof, and restrained, like a flower on a high mountain.
Cheng Yi couldn’t bother with the previous few photos; this last one alone had him completely captivated.
He quickly set this photo as his wallpaper from his album, arranging for it to be both his desktop wallpaper and chat background.
He even wanted to change his green bubble profile picture to Shen Chang’an’s photo.
But since he was still on the phone with the person in question, he felt inexplicably ashamed thinking about his series of actions just now.
Cheng Yi: “…It’s pretty good.”
Shen Chang’an, who had been waiting for him, smiled and asked, “Good? Then do you like it?”
Cheng Yi: “…I like it, of course. An-ge took such great photos; of course, I like them. Which photo studio is this? It feels like their technique is excellent. I’ll go take some photos sometime and try it out.”
Shen Chang’an didn’t mind him changing the subject and casually said, “It’s just a small photo studio in City C. When you come to City C, I’ll take you there.”
Thinking of this, a hint of anticipation appeared in his eyes.
Cheng Yi immediately agreed, “Okay, I’ll send you a message then.”
Cheng Yi opened his album and flipped through it, now slowly appreciating the other photos, looking at each of them several times before his gaze landed on the dozens of videos saved from Yin Fu below.
Cheng Yi rarely took photos. Sliding his finger across the screen, most of them were Shen Chang’an’s videos. Shen Chang’an’s fans were producing content at an alarming rate.
He closed his eyes slightly, looking at the clear, bold letters on the video covers: ‘Mu Mu and the Passing Boss’s Affairs.’
He hadn’t felt anything when he watched these videos before, only thinking that they were fans editing together the interactions between him and Shen Chang’an. At that time, he really just thought Shen Chang’an was too cute and saved them.
But now that his thinking had changed, the more he looked at these videos with pink bubbles bursting forth and soaring to the sky, Cheng Yi surprisingly felt a bit of shame.
Especially recently, the fans were editing more and more frantically, even starting to spread rumors and fantasies about what happened on their bed…
Cheng Yi… Cheng Yi had of course saved them.
Looking at the words written on the recently saved video covers, he frowned slightly and clicked his tongue, then felt secretly annoyed.
Their real-life progress hadn’t even reached meeting up yet… Confessing, holding hands, kissing would definitely have to be slowly planned out later. How could they be thinking so fast, thinking it was so easy?
Cheng Yi pursed his lips speechlessly, then glanced at the still-connected phone, the shame in his heart growing stronger.
If…
If Shen Chang’an knew he had saved these videos, what would he think?
Would he think this person was a pervert?
The night always made people bolder and more honest. Cheng Yi thought in a panic, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, then changed the subject to something lighter, pretending to be calm as he asked, “An’an, can I save these photos of yours?”
If he could agree to the photos, then the videos shouldn’t be a big problem either.
Shen Chang’an was slightly stunned. This sentence was like honey, making him feel affirmed. His heart pounded, and his face flushed red.
He said very reservedly, “Of course, you can do whatever you want.”
The gentle voice, with an upward inflection at the end, seemed to carry a hint of seduction. His little thoughts were almost directly displayed on the table.
Cheng Yi’s ears turned red, and his voice was a little hoarse, immediately denying, “I… I didn’t.”
He hadn’t done that kind of thing. Not to mention these clean photos, even when facing the soft panting in those edited videos, he hadn’t done anything like that to this person’s videos.
Doing such a thing to Shen Chang’an’s photos would be an insult to him. Cheng Yi frowned, suddenly remembering the photo that was already on the way. He opened his mouth but still didn’t say anything.
This person had only just opened his mind recently; how could he do such a thing so quickly… Hearing Cheng Yi’s denial, Shen Chang’an only felt warmth in his heart.
He subconsciously softened his breathing, responding softly, “Mm… I believe you.”
Under the inexplicably lingering atmosphere, they fell silent again, neither of them speaking until a yawn sounded.
Shen Chang’an looked at Berber, who was squinting and dozing in the cat nest not far away, and asked with a smile, “Are you sleepy?”
Cheng Yi’s eyes were already a little hard to keep open.
Since Shen Chang’an had been singing him to sleep, his schedule had become much more regular. Cheng Yi opened his eyes and glanced at the time; it was already half-past twelve. He closed his eyes, thinking in a daze.
So, they had been chatting for so long?
He lay on the bed, squinting, and said in a very sleepy voice, “I’m a little sleepy.”
Shen Chang’an sensed his listless state and subconsciously softened his voice, saying, “Then I’ll sing for you; go to sleep.”
He still remembered their agreement.
But Cheng Yi obviously wanted to break the agreement first, saying in a low voice, “No need to sing; it’s so late, you should go to sleep too.”
But Shen Chang’an was still a bit excited. He pursed his lips, saying hesitantly, “I haven’t practiced singing today.”
Actually, he didn’t want to hang up the phone.
Shen Chang’an said again, “You go to sleep; I’ll practice singing for a bit and then go to sleep.”
He suddenly thought that he could sing a song for that fan in the livestream.
Anyway, when he wasn’t doing PK or chatting, he would sing in the livestream. Now, he was just putting a blessing on it before singing.
The more Shen Chang’an thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He looked at his phone, about to speak, but suddenly fell silent again.
Light breathing sounded rhythmically from the phone receiver. The person on the other end seemed to have fallen asleep.
Shen Chang’an smiled silently. He turned off his microphone, then hugged his guitar, slowly searching for a suitable song.
The night was dim until the crisp sound of the guitar slowly stopped. After a soft “Good night,” the red hang-up button was gently pressed.
Although they were separated by thousands of miles, they unexpectedly met in their dreams.