TRMLCM Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Practicing What You Preach

Chapter 97: Practicing What You Preach

The livestream started quietly. Qiqi’s small livestream room transformed into a combination of orderly code numbers, like tiny dust particles submerged in a data source composed of countless similar number combinations. After precise analysis by big data, it was then pushed to those with specific numerical values.

In theory, all encounters and separations in the world are impermanent, but humans always do their best to make acquaintance easier and reduce the sadness of separation, as if falling into a bright, grand, and beautiful dream, where our distance becomes within reach.

…

Shen Chang’an’s livestream ended amidst fervent excitement and reluctance.

The shiny camera, having seemingly lost its focusing light, dimmed and became a simple ornament on the computer.

It seemed as if the entire world suddenly shrank with the dimmed lens.

Shen Chang’an’s wandering and drifting thoughts also returned with a sense of loss to this closed, quiet, but not desolate room.

He casually tidied up the items on the table, restoring everything to its original place. His clear and cold eyes, carrying starlight, calmly fell on the person on the other side of the table.

He sat upright in the chair without speaking.

Cheng Yi rested one hand on the table and supported his chin with a slightly clenched fist, his dark eyes watching Shen Chang’an with a smile. Seeing the other’s gaze, he didn’t feel guilty and looked back openly.

Suddenly, he blinked, his thin lips slightly parted, his voice low, lazy, and magnetic, “Mu An is indeed different now from how he was just now.”

As Cheng Yi spoke, he nodded earnestly, his expression solemn, as if he had discovered a new continent.

Shen Chang’an lowered his eyes and asked calmly, “What’s different?”

Cheng Yi pondered for a long time, then suddenly frowned, his dark and deep eyes looking at him intently. He said truthfully, “You were very enthusiastic towards them just now, comforting this one and that one, but now you’re a little… cold to me.”

Mimicking Shen Chang’an’s earlier demeanor, his deep voice deliberately turned cold, like a parrot repeating words. Although his expression was deliberately profound, his flat voice still carried some of his own hidden complaints.

Shen Chang’an was stunned for a moment, his mind not quite processing it.

He raised his head, his clear and cold eyes silently looking at Cheng Yi. The image of the other person being lost and dejected that he had conjured in his mind based on the voice did not appear.

He caught a glimpse of a mischievous glint of laughter in the depths of the other’s dark eyes.

Shen Chang’an’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he fell silent.

He straightened his back and sat up suddenly, his delicate face turned towards Cheng Yi, his clear eyes looking at him directly, the corners of his lightly pursed lips curving up.

“Are you saying you prefer it this way?” Shen Chang’an asked, lifting his chin slightly.

The spotlight beside him was still on, the fluorescent white light outlining his figure very softly, clear and gentle.

But he seemed to have a bright halo above his head, appearing approachable yet carrying a distant aloofness, distant and lonely, untouchable.

Cheng Yi’s deep black eyes stared at him unblinkingly, his dark eyes like a bottomless pool, obscure and unfathomable.

The villain in his mind kept clamoring, his sharply defined brows furrowed slightly. His expression was calm, and he didn’t move.

…His expression even looked vaguely pitiful.

“Hmm? You don’t like it?”

Seeing that he didn’t speak, Shen Chang’an raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression seeming a bit uncomprehending.

Then, as if in compromise, he relaxed his body. He was helpless and indulgent.

Shen Chang’an leaned forward, and across the computer desk, his slender fingers gently rested on Cheng Yi’s arm, tapping lightly.

Burning and intense love filled his eyes, half-covered, half-hidden, full of affection. Even the curve of his eyelashes was just right, his moist lips upturned, like rain-drenched, rosy cherries, tempting people to taste them.

He was alluring and knew it. The smile in his eyes couldn’t be contained and was about to overflow.

Suppressing his laughter, his body trembled slightly, his fingertips slowly moving up Cheng Yi’s arm, teasingly hooking the other’s chin, murmuring softly, “Then, do you like this?”

Cheng Yi’s eyes fixedly looked at him, the tip of his heart itching from the teasing.

His prominent Adam’s apple slid up and down, the sound of swallowing clearly audible.

Seeing Shen Chang’an raise his eyebrows, his eyes mischievously looking at him, Cheng Yi didn’t feel embarrassed at all. The hand supporting his chin moved, but suddenly grasped at empty air.

Cheng Yi was stunned for a moment, his dark eyes abruptly looking across at the other.

“Uh…”

Shen Chang’an looked at the accusing eyes across from him, somewhat guiltily averting his gaze, and sat fidgeting as if pricked by needles. He shook his stiff arm at his side, feeling as if he had just done something wrong.

“Mu An.”

Cheng Yi called his name softly in a hoarse voice.

It seemed that the other’s evasion had caused no small amount of damage to his heart.

He sat on the stool, his head lowered, the hand that had just grasped at empty air now placed obediently in front of him, like a child who knew he had done wrong, surrounded by despondency and loss.

Shen Chang’an couldn’t restrain his gaze, and looking at him, his heart softened unexpectedly.

He sighed softly without a sound.

In his clear eyes, heartache and intense love advanced side by side.

Knowing that the other was deliberately acting pitiful, he ultimately couldn’t bear it and chose to compromise.

*

An unyielding person doesn’t need to lower his head. A noble little prince should always be proud.

*

Cheng Yi’s eyes lightly looked at the place that was already propped up between his legs. His fingers, which naturally fell on his thigh, were slightly curved. His brows were furrowed, but he happily counted the beats in his heart, tapping lightly with his fingertips, patiently waiting.

After a while, a hand gently fell on his shoulder.

A deep smile flashed in Cheng Yi’s eyes, but it abruptly stopped in the next second.

Before he could conceal the expression on his face, he was grabbed by the jaw and his head was raised, caught off guard to meet a pair of clear and bright eyes.

His lust-filled eyes were laid bare for all to see, and he really felt embarrassed this time.

There was something strange in his heart, but it didn’t show on his face. His eyes only deepened and darkened. He sat still and steady, his crotch tight, his body open and exposed for the other to see.

“Oops, caught.”

Raising his eyebrows slightly, he even had the mind to make an irrelevant little joke.

His cheeks were cupped by a pair of slender hands. Cheng Yi watched Shen Chang’an bend down and slowly lean closer, his joking face becoming steady. He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on those bright red lips.

A hot breath gently swept across his face, the perfectly curved lip beads of the plump lips were within reach, but they did not fall.

Cheng Yi’s eyes deepened, letting that breath invade him, like an experienced and patient old hunter, just waiting for the cunning prey to stumble into the trap.

“Yi-ge.”

“Hmm?”

Cheng Yi was called back to his senses by this murmured whisper. He raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised in his heart.

Despite Shen Chang’an often appearing gentle and soft in front of him, Cheng Yi had always been the one to dote on and pamper him, letting him do whatever he wanted, afraid that the little fox would be unhappy and ignore him.

His pride was no less than Cheng Yi’s.

Bright as the moon, aloof and proud.

People who have strictly demanded of themselves since childhood find it difficult to let themselves wallow in indulgence. It’s easy to feign coquetry, but it’s difficult to surrender wholeheartedly, let alone show such rare and fragile weakness.

Shen Chang’an straddled his lap as intimately as before, his hair intertwined with Cheng Yi’s, his full forehead gently touching Cheng Yi’s forehead.

After rubbing lightly, he opened his mouth, “Yi-ge, thank you for being willing to come find me.”

*

Today’s livestream made him suddenly realize how much uncertainty was involved in his initial choice.

What if Cheng Yi hadn’t chosen to come find him back then?

If he had experienced the loss of his loved ones alone, where would he, alone, have gone?

And at that time, would he still have chosen the other?

…There were so many talented and beautiful people in this world who were eager to take advantage of power and influence. Three or four months of absence were like a fleeting moment. Perhaps he would have been gradually forgotten in the memories of those fans, and slowly forgotten from Cheng Yi’s colorful world.

Shen Chang’an had rarely indulged in memories of the past since growing up. His footsteps were always forward, walking steadily and firmly, and because of this firmness, he could always reach the height he wanted.

But at this moment, he panicked, trembling at this conjecture. He suddenly didn’t dare to think further.

Fortunately, he was lucky now, and the person he loved was by his side.

He wouldn’t be alone.

*

Although he didn’t quite understand why he was flirting with the other, but the other suddenly came to express his feelings, Cheng Yi’s expression didn’t change. He reached out and wrapped his arms around his slender waist to steady him. His long legs were lightly jostled by the weight on his body, almost making it obvious.

His voice was still hoarse, “Baby, saying thank you is too distant. Why not prove with your actions how grateful you are in your heart?”

What should he do if he wanted the little fox, who could be weak and pitiful and curl up in his arms to act coquettishly, even more?

Shen Chang’an cupped his face, lowered his head and kissed him, then pretended to get up in a flustered manner. The big hand around his waist suddenly tightened, his body was restricted, and a hint of a smile immediately flashed in those clear and bright eyes. He softened his strength and calmed down according to the movement.

Cheng Yi didn’t see the sly smile in his eyes at all, and nodded earnestly, saying:

“Oh, so there’s so much.”

He stood up and hugged the person steadily like hugging a child, one hand supporting his waist and the other holding his butt, eliciting a soft cry.

After the other reached out and hugged his neck, he strode out of the room with steady steps, and even thoughtfully helped close the door for the other.

The corridor was extremely short, and a turn of the foot led to the bedroom.

In the dark and silent room, besides the sound of footsteps, only one sentence was transmitted through the gradually closing door with the lights on.

“You’re welcome. Now it’s time for me to prove it to you with my actions.”

Shen Chang’an: “…”

Thank you, but it’s not necessary!