TRMLCM Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Leisure

“…An An, wake up, time to eat.”

The neatly tucked quilt was pulled open, revealing a neck adorned with red plum blossoms to the sudden chill in the air.

Amidst the gentle whispers, Shen Chang’an’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he slowly awoke. His pure and clear eyes, like glass beads, were half-closed, still glazed with sleepiness.

As consciousness gradually returned and his eyes cleared, he sat up and glanced around, finding no one at the bedside.

With a ‘shua’ sound, the heavy curtains were drawn open, and the rare winter sunlight burst through the clear window, fiercely driving away the darkness.

In the brightly lit room, his upper body exposed, the person’s torso was a mix of red and blue, bearing the clear marks of a night of intense passion. His long eyelashes trembled, and the corners of his reddened eyes glistened with physiological tears, tantalizingly on the verge of falling.

The sudden rush of sunlight was uncomfortable to the eyes. Shen Chang’an closed his eyes, preparing to shield them and slowly adjust, when he felt a shadow fall before him.

A slightly cool breeze blew in through the opened window, carrying the scent of the sun and infusing the room. The shadow danced, and as the light shifted, Shen Chang’an slowly opened his eyelids.

Outside the window, the leaves rustled. A man leaned against the windowsill, his figure tall and strong. Countless beams of white light poured out from behind him, softening the hard lines of his face. His features were three-dimensional, his expression indifferent.

When those eyes looked over, the light behind him made it difficult to see clearly. The deep, dark depths vanished, replaced by a hazy, affectionate warmth.

His hand, raised in mid-air, wavered slightly. Cheng Yi watched the person on the bed staring blankly at him, and secretly raised an eyebrow, his thin lips subtly curving upwards.

Suppressing his laughter, he asked in feigned confusion, “An An?”

“Mm?”

The swaying shadow on Shen Chang’an’s face pulled him back to reality, and he subconsciously responded softly.

Cheng Yi couldn’t help but laugh.

As the laughter rang out, the pretended sense of distance immediately disappeared, and Shen Chang’an silently breathed a sigh of relief.

He ignored the laughing Cheng Yi, knowing without guessing that the other was laughing at him.

His body had been cleaned last night, leaving him refreshed, but Shen Chang’an still felt lazy, his bones feeling numb and rusty, reluctant to move.

He lifted his chin, and unashamedly ordered the other.

“Get me some clothes.”

Cheng Yi made a fist and coughed lightly, concealing the playful smile on his face. He opened the closet, found a set of clothes similar to the ones he was wearing, and handed them to the bed.

Shen Chang’an took the clothes and glanced at the person standing beside the bed, his fingers hesitating.

He pointed to the cup on the bedside table, and coldly demanded, “I want some water, this cup is cold.”

His hoarse voice lacked its usual pleasantness, and even he found it unbearable.

Excessive water loss had left his throat dry and painful, and his body felt generally uncomfortable. He furrowed his brow, and a hint of bitterness quietly rose in his heart.

“Okay.”

Cheng Yi looked into his indifferent eyes, and his own eyes darkened.

He was absolutely infatuated.

Last night, when Shen Chang’an couldn’t take it anymore, he had cursed him with that same cold face. The corners of his eyes, flushed red from kisses, glistened with tears that threatened to fall. His hands pushed away, but his legs were tightly wrapped around him.

The thought of it stirred something within Cheng Yi. He couldn’t help but look at the red plum blossoms blooming on the white canvas. These were the result of his hard work all night.

A flash of triumph quickly crossed Cheng Yi’s eyes, but fearing that Shen Chang’an would be unhappy if he noticed, he quickly looked away, grabbed the water cup, and headed out.

As he reached the door, he turned around, strode back to the bed, and planted a loud kiss on him.

Satisfied, Cheng Yi smiled and walked out.

Shen Chang’an froze.

After a while, a soft chuckle echoed in the quiet room.

…

By the time they finished eating and cleaning up, it was already past three in the afternoon.

Shen Chang’an nestled on the sofa watching television, stroking berber, who was dozing on his lap after being fed.

Cheng Yi sat upright beside him, a look of detached concentration on his face. He held the tablet he had found in the room, and absentmindedly did calculations in a notebook with a pen.

No wonder Cheng Yi liked watching him during his livestreams.

Shen Chang’an carefully observed. It seemed that Cheng Yi’s every move while working carried a strange significance. His actions were casual, yet infused with an inherent strength, as if he could grasp anything with ease, radiating an arrogant confidence that captivated and held the gaze.

“What’s wrong?”

A warm, magnetic voice rang out. Cheng Yi stopped writing and turned slightly, his dark eyes gazing at him gently.

Perhaps his gaze was too focused, for he hadn’t even realized when he had been noticed.

Shen Chang’an blinked and shook his head.

“Nothing. It’s just that berber kept barking at me earlier, and has finally quieted down.”

As he spoke, he lowered his head, his eyebrows soft, his hands continuing to stroke the cat. Berber was so comfortable that it relaxed its entire body, soft like a ball of fluff.

“…Mm?” Cheng Yi gripped his pen tightly and paused, his eyes shifting. “I don’t know, maybe it was just excited.”

Shen Chang’an’s eyebrows curved, hearing the uncertainty in his words, but he neither refuted nor agreed.

Cheng Yi tapped his fingers, and seeing that he didn’t say anything, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that this cat was Shen Chang’an’s precious son, which also meant it was his precious son… Today he had been careless and bullied his son, if An An found out, wouldn’t he get scolded?

Cheng Yi carefully examined Shen Chang’an’s face, confirming that nothing seemed amiss, and asked with some hesitation, “An An, are you still going to livestream tonight?”

“Yes,” Shen Chang’an nodded. He turned to look at Cheng Yi, raising an eyebrow and smiling. “I can’t just take a day off the day after my comeback, right?”

Seeing Cheng Yi frown as if he disapproved, he playfully wrinkled his nose, his eyes full of smiles. “Hmph, that would be unprofessional.”

Cheng Yi naturally didn’t care about being professional. If he could, it would be best if Shen Chang’an only livestreamed for him alone, after all, this was a treasure he had discovered and nurtured, and it should belong only to him.

Although he was unhappy, he respected Shen Chang’an’s choice.

He gently placed the pen on the coffee table. Cheng Yi’s fingertips lightly touched Shen Chang’an’s neck, where the light kiss marks were exposed to the air, clearly visible.

It was true that men were driven by their lower bodies, and Cheng Yi agreed wholeheartedly.

Last night, caught up in the excitement, he had long forgotten the constraints of reason and restraint, madly wanting to possess the person completely, devouring him bit by bit until he was filled into his bones.

Now, he wore a hypocritical mask of gentle concern, worrying about him.

Cheng Yi’s fingertips tapped meaningfully, his deep eyes clear, pitifully inquiring as if at a loss: “Then what about this?”

Although it was winter, to look good on camera, the streamers on Yin Fu generally wore lighter clothing, rarely covering up completely. With the air conditioning on, they seemed to spend most of the year in summer.

Shen Chang’an glanced at him and calmly turned away, unmoved by his appearance.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes and said indifferently, “Just cover it up with foundation.”

Cheng Yi raised an eyebrow, surprised. “You know how to put on makeup?”

He naturally knew that men could wear makeup. He had met plenty of men and women who wore makeup in bars, and he didn’t find anything strange about it.

But he had never seen Shen Chang’an wear makeup, and he was suddenly surprised.

Shen Chang’an: “I used to sometimes wear makeup when I livestreamed, to cover dark circles… Maybe it wasn’t visible on camera.”

Cheng Yi nodded in understanding, naturally not stupid enough to reopen Shen Chang’an’s wounds.

He stretched out his long arms and leaned closer, pulling the cool person into his arms.

Shen Chang’an leaned into his embrace, finding a comfortable position to settle in.

Startled by the movement, Berber pricked up its ears and carefully listened, half-opening its eyes and looking around warily. Seeing that there was no danger, its tail wagged and swept across Cheng Yi’s legs.

But the gentle force went unnoticed by the man.

Cheng Yi watched the stock market for a long time, but after relaxing his mind, he became too lazy to work. He leaned back, making the person in his arms more comfortable.

In his free time, he wanted to spend time with his lover.

The movie playing on television was entering a tense and exciting climax, accompanied by stirring music and dazzling special effects that instantly grabbed the viewer’s attention, making them reluctant to look away for even a moment.

Cheng Yi watched intently, when he suddenly heard a whisper in his ear.

“Then tonight, you can carefully make up your mind.”

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