Chapter 98

Chapter 98

Instead? Or touch?

When Song Nian heard this, he was momentarily dazed, but as someone widely read, he quickly understood what it meant.

How does he even know this game, and where did he learn it?

See, being too quick a learner isn't always good, is it?

He instantly flushed bright red, buried his face in the pillow without answering, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand trying to bluff his way out.

"Baby? Can I?"

Yet the irresistible words crept into his ears, the deep, magnetic voice like the seduction of a siren, making him drop his guard, his heart racing, nearly unable to hold out.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Song Nian pretended to be clueless.

Hearing this, Li Yanchuan let out a soft laugh, seeing through his lie but not rushing to expose it:

"If you don't get it, how about I teach you, okay?"

"Baby, what are you holding in your hands right now?"

"A pillow... and my phone."

He instinctively poked his head out to answer, his lips parting and moving, but before he could find an excuse, the other person spoke again.

"Put the phone on speaker so you can use both hands."

Anticipating what was coming next, Song Nian somehow grew nervous, his body tensing up.

But he still obediently complied, a secret anticipation consuming his reason, quietly stirring excitement.

"Then place your hand on your collarbone."

The deep, gentle voice was like a siren's song, laced with a hint of command, just as strong even through the phone.

Hearing this, Song Nian gulped and raised his hand to touch as instructed.

"Every time my hand touches here, you blush like crazy and then call me mean."

His collarbone was bumpy with a perfect curve, the skin smooth and delicate like silk. The smaller palm lacked the roughness of the larger one, but it still made his body tremble.

Song Nian bit his lip, stifling the sound that was about to escape, as images of the past flooded his mind.

—In the past, Li Yanchuan loved leaving marks here the most. It wasn't itchy or painful, but he couldn't help petulantly scolding him.

"Good boy, now go a little lower."

His palm obediently moved down, pressing against the soft spot where the heart lay.

Unlike Li Yanchuan's muscular physique, Song Nian's body was on the lean side—at least compared to him, his chest showed little sign of training, and if squeezed, it felt a bit soft and fleshy.

"You only allow me to leave hickeys here, otherwise they'd be discovered when you go out to work the next day."

As if in a daze, he was back in the nighttime moments when he was pinned down. Memories tinged with moisture flooded in.

—The tall, broad figure pounced on him, a fluffy head like a big dog buried against his chest, hair tickling his skin, and then even itchier sensations emerged elsewhere.

Along with these came the marks blooming like plum blossoms.

Probably driven by possessiveness, Li Yanchuan always liked leaving all kinds of marks on his body—red and purple, patches and circles, like a beast marking his territory.

The more he thought, the deeper he sank into memories. His head grew light, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes were already hazy, barely able to tell reality from fantasy.

In the blur, he seemed to actually see Li Yanchuan appear beside him, guiding his hand step by step deeper.

"Further down, touch your belly."

Following the voice's instructions, Song Nian offered no resistance, as docile as a caught rabbit, tied up and thrown into a wolf's den, letting it have its way with him.

While the big bad wolf on the other end of the phone was devouring the little white rabbit in another way, leaving even the tip of its tail soaked.

Song Nian didn't have defined abs. When lying down, his stomach was flat and hollow, with ribs you could feel clearly.

—Besides kisses, the mischievous Li Yanchuan also liked to press here after entering, not only to make the shape more visible but also to make him tear up and beg hoarsely.

The seductive low voice made half his body go weak, lingering around him, making him lose track of time and place.

His eyes were glazed, his breathing growing heavier, with changes that were impossible to ignore.

Every reaction was transmitted to the person on the other end.

Li Yanchuan's breath hitched too, his throat dry, barely able to hold back.

Even though the water wasn't scalding, sweat beaded on his forehead, droplets sliding down his lifted jawline and past his protruding Adam's apple.

Beneath the water's surface, veins bulged on his hand, stirring ripples.

Amidst the gasps, words were abandoned. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he was about to speak when he heard Song Nian beat him to it:

"And you? Do you want to touch me like that too?"

The soft voice was like butterfly wings, yet it could stir up a massive storm, blowing away all pretense and reason.

"...Yeah."

His magnetic voice was laced with desire, honestly expressing the same need.

Even though both sides of the call were silent, through each other's rapid breathing, no words were needed; they both knew what came next.

"Baby..."

Li Yanchuan's voice was hoarse as he called out.

"Honey..."

Song Nian's tone was also tinged with urgency.

The two words were spoken at the same moment as something else happened.

Neither of them had the strength to speak anymore; from the phone came only the sound of their heavy breathing.

"You're so bad."

Drenched in sweat, Song Nian lay by the bed, his complaint mixed with reproach, but it sounded more like he was being cute.

mm, it's all my fault."

Li Yanchuan wiped his face with a smile, unable to tell if it was sweat or bathroom mist on his body.

"Be good, now go take a shower and rest."

"You too. The water must be cold by now."

After a moment's rest, they both got up and went into their own showers, but neither of them hung up.

After showering, the call didn't end—it turned into a video call.

"Goodnight."

With a cloud of steam, flushed cheeks, and glistening eyes, Song Nian looked at the screen, his current appearance enough to set anyone's heart aflutter.

Li Yanchuan couldn't look away, staring intently at the person on the other end, replying in a voice as gentle as water.

If not for the distance, he would fly to him immediately and convey his longing with a passionate kiss.

That night, the video call lasted all night, as if his lover was right there beside him.

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Since that one time he was teased from a distance, Song Nian had learned his lesson. Unless he was planning to throw himself at him willingly, he never again video-called during the other's shower time.

Every night, he would first use the little robot to scout, but he couldn't get around Li Yanchuan always carrying it with him, even in the shower. Nine times out of ten, he'd end up confronted with the enticing sight of a man in the misty steam.

He really suspected someone was doing it on purpose.

Checkmated, Song Nian made up his mind—when he got home, he'd make sure Li Yanchuan suffered a setback.

And he'd definitely pin him down and get a good grab of those big pecs that were always tempting him!

One noon, Li Yanchuan was in his office, having lunch and handling files.

The clever little robot suddenly activated, its eerie gaze shifting—not toward Chairman Li himself, but toward the appetizing meal in front of him.

"What are you eating that smells so good!"

Like a tyrant patrolling, the little robot circled the lunch.

"I want some too!"

Protesting and throwing a tantrum, the little robot kept spinning while Song Nian whined.

"Not used to the crew's meals?"

Sensing something, Li Yanchuan asked.

"Mm…"

Song Nian hesitated, torn about whether to tell the truth.

He was used to keeping his troubles to himself, afraid to worry others. But then he remembered—with this person, he had the right to be spoiled.

Thinking this, he took a deep breath and decided to tell the truth.

"I can't get used to the food here," he said dejectedly.

The local cuisine was even milder than what Li Yanchuan liked. As someone who craved spice, his palate felt bland, and he couldn't ask for special treatment or have his own special meals. He'd already lost a few pounds.

As he spoke, he couldn't help blabbing about all his recent petty misfortunes—like an allergic reaction from the harness during wire work, causing chafing marks; or slipping and falling while going upstairs after a hotel power outage yesterday.

And Li Yanchuan was the most patient listener. No matter what Song Nian said, he always responded without any sign of impatience or indifference.

All those little emotions he usually swallowed on his own—only now did he realize speaking them out wasn't difficult, and it didn't cause anyone trouble.

After venting his negativity and bad luck, Song Nian felt a lot lighter.

"Okay, I gotta go shoot now!"

He chuckled, declared like an emperor, "If there's business, speak; if not, dismissed!" and logged off from the little robot.

After saying goodbye, Li Yanchuan pondered for a moment. Instead of continuing his work or meal, he called his assistant.

He didn't proactively tell Song Nian what he was doing, nor did he seek credit. He just quietly arranged everything.

Sure enough, when Song Nian called the next day, his voice was bubbling with joy and excitement:

"Honey! Was this all your doing?"

This morning's scenes had just wrapped, and the crew was about to pick up their lunch when a catering vehicle from a local five-star hotel pulled onto the set.

From utensils to ingredients, everything was perfectly laid out—it was like they had moved the entire kitchen over. Chefs were cooking on the spot, and the dishes were laid out on tables for a buffet.

Looking closely, the dishes were diverse, catering to everyone's tastes, especially catering to Song Nian's love for spicy food.

The crew was both shocked and delighted, but the director cleared his throat mysteriously before pushing Song Nian forward to thank Chairman Li for sponsoring the crew's accommodation and meals.

—Not only had the food improved, but the hotel they were staying at had been upgraded to a better one, with daily shuttles arranged for everyone.

Facing everyone's teasing and gratitude, Song Nian was completely dumbfounded. He hadn't expected Li Yanchuan to do all this without telling him.

"Oh, I didn't mean to hint that I needed your help."

His tone carried a hint of embarrassment, but also a touch of pride at being valued.

"It's something I wanted to do for you. Don't feel guilty," Li Yanchuan replied.

Because I like you, I want to give you all the best things.

The caring gesture and straightforward words warmed Song Nian's heart. With a soft smile and eyes cast down, he said gently:

"I miss you. I'm going to hug you as soon as I'm back."

"Alright, I'll wait for you," Li Yanchuan replied with a smile.

Despite saying that, when it came time to actually leave the set and return home that night, Song Nian didn't come home.

"Song Nian: Honey, I'm going out for a group dinner first, don't wait up, just go to bed early, mwah mwah!"

Seeing this message, Li Yanchuan, dressed in a black bathrobe and waiting in the living room, clenched his fist so hard he nearly crushed his phone.

What happened to that hug you promised when you got back?

Lit-tle liar.

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and a vein throbbed at his temple.