Fu Chenyuan’s face was buried in the pressure.
His vision was pitch black, and only a faint fragrance accompanied by the husband’s whimpers drifted deep into his nostrils. A soft, yielding sensation rubbed right above his thin lips. Fu Chenyuan could not speak and could not move. He could only endure it all, pinned beneath a beautiful husband who appeared weak and helpless but was likely using him like a tool for some hidden purpose.
Fu Chenyuan had never been in such a disheveled state. His usually meticulously styled short hair had been rubbed into a mess, falling over his smooth forehead and prominent brow bone. His eyes, deep like dark pools, struggled to suppress a mix of humiliation and an indescribable heat. His breathing was slightly more rapid than usual.
His jaw was set like a drawn bow. His reddened thin lips formed a sharp contrast with his cold, pale skin. Fu Chenyuan gripped the soft flesh in his palms, feeling as though his very breath was being stolen. For someone with severe germaphobia and immense self-esteem, this was a terrifying form of torture and humiliation.
Yet the person insulting him was incredibly delicate. Even though Fu Chenyuan was the one being treated this way, the moment his large hands gripped the leg muscles, the beautiful husband let out a sensitive whimper, sat down heavily, and began to tremble uncontrollably, as if scorched by the heat.
The habitual smile on Fu Chenyuan’s face vanished. He could barely keep a hold of the moving calves in his hands. He tensed his body and reached up to grip the slender waist, finally hauling the man up. He panted softly, his somewhat disheveled face finally exposed to the air.
A very subtle, cool sensation touched him.
Fu Chenyuan froze for a moment. His well-defined fingers instinctively touched his face, and the tips of his black leather gloves soon came away with a glistening wetness. He immediately realized what it was. His Adam’s apple rolled involuntarily.
Lin Min also finally realized what he had just done. He did not have time to feel bad for his own burning leg muscles; his face exploded into a bright red flush. “I am sorry! I did not mean to! Are you okay?”
He was not thinking of much else at that moment. He simply felt that someone as heavy as himself pressing down on Fu Chenyuan must have been uncomfortable, especially since the man had germaphobia.
Since Lin Min was blind, he naturally did not see the protagonist, usually known for his composure, staring at his fingers with a dark, unreadable gaze. Subsequently, those long, deep eyes beneath the black hair landed on the white legs beneath the oversized jacket. The finger marks he had left were still visible there.
It was a long time before Fu Chenyuan cleared his throat. His low, magnetic voice was slightly raspy as he immediately retracted his gaze. “It is fine, Mr. Lin. Thank you for saving me.”
Without waiting for the beautiful husband’s response, he stripped off the soiled gloves and tossed them into the nearby trash can. Fu Chenyuan then looked at the blushing husband and continued in a hoarse voice, “Please wait for me a moment. I am going to the bathroom to tidy myself up.”
Having said that, he entered the bathroom and closed the door.
Lin Min naturally had no reason to refuse. Although the words were polite, he knew Fu Chenyuan’s germaphobia had been triggered. He understood why the man was so eager to wash up. Hearing the sound of the faucet, the beautiful husband pursed his swollen lips, feeling quite embarrassed. He planned to apologize properly once Fu Chenyuan came out.
However, he waited on the carpet for a long time, yet the bathroom door showed no sign of opening. Time was distorted in this instance, and Lin Min was not sure exactly how long Fu Chenyuan had been inside. Worried that something had happened, he walked toward the bathroom with concern.
He stood hesitantly at the door, his pale fingertips groping until he could knock. “Mr. Fu, are you alright?”
Did he actually hurt the man? Although Lin Min was slender, he stood at one hundred seventy-nine centimeters. Falling on someone was bound to be painful, and even if these players were tall and strong, there was no guarantee they would not be injured.
It seemed his fears were justified. Shortly after he spoke, a muffled, raspy groan came from inside the bathroom. It sounded as though the man were in pain.
“Mr. Fu?” Lin Min’s brow furrowed immediately. His handsome, refined face showed deep worry as he patted the door. “Are you okay? Do you need me to come in and help?”
Had he actually sat on the protagonist hard enough to cause a serious injury?
The beautiful husband did not realize that the bathroom door was made of semi-transparent frosted glass. His soft, pink palms and his worried, beautiful face were entirely exposed to the man inside because he was standing so close. He looked completely oblivious with his moist, red mouth slightly parted.
He was blind and so dull that he likely would not even notice if someone made a mess on the other side of the door. Or perhaps, even without the door in the way.
Fu Chenyuan’s brow knit. The water on the floor rushed into the drain. His heavy gaze dropped to his hands, which were now red from excessive washing. It was as if he wanted to wash away those inexplicable, misplaced emotions along with the water.
Outside the door, Lin Min was unaware of any of this. Just as he was about to open the door in concern, Fu Chenyuan’s raspy voice came from within. “I am fine.”
The sound of the running water stopped. The man’s footsteps approached.
Lin Min instinctively took a step back. The bathroom door opened, and the scent of disinfectant hand soap wafted out, but it seemed to be mixed with another strange, somewhat familiar scent. It was not very pleasant. He furrowed his brows in slight disgust.
Lin Min’s moist eyelashes fluttered. He did not know how much his actions were being misinterpreted. Before he could distinguish the scent, a hot palm gripped his wrist and led him away. He tilted his pale face up in confusion. The large hand on his wrist immediately let go. It truly seemed as though his germaphobia was severe.
“Mr. Fu, how are you? If you are hurt, tell me. Do not hide it from me.” Although he had no way to track time, Lin Min’s legs felt numb from waiting. It felt like at least half an hour had passed, and he worried the protagonist was too embarrassed to tell him he was injured.
Fu Chenyuan stared at him with a heavy gaze. Had he not been married to his husband for years? Yet the beautiful husband seemed to have no awareness of the man standing beside him, wearing those clothes and looking up at him with such worry. He did not realize that if the man wanted to, he could pull him into his arms in this secluded spot where no one would find them. He could make him cry until he clutched his swollen stomach.
However, Fu Chenyuan did not like men. He simply regained his gentle demeanor and calmly looked away. He was about to tell Lin Min he was fine when a loud thud came from the previously closed door. The door was suddenly burst open, and a handsome, wicked man with red hair scanned the room. His gaze landed on the beautiful husband.
Fu Chenyuan and Zhou Jin had dealt with each other before. He did not like the other man’s arrogant personality, but the high-level player who was usually so prideful now looked like a dog protecting its food, led around in circles by a pretty little widower.
He watched as Zhou Jin strode over, intending to pull the bewildered husband away. However, when he touched the widower’s wrist, Zhou Jin accidentally used too much force. The suit jacket wrapped tightly around the widower’s shoulders was easily pulled open.
Zhou Jin let go as if he had been burned. For reasons unknown, his Adam’s apple rolled, and he merely pretended to be calm as he stepped between the two of them. He seemed unable to meet anyone’s eyes.
Fu Chenyuan narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at the deep and shallow red marks on the snow-white neck and realized something. Had Zhou Jin kissed him before coming here? His lips were so swollen.
Lin Min did not know what they were thinking. He listened carefully with his sightless eyes and realized another person had joined him and Fu Chenyuan. He instinctively reached out and grabbed the man’s fingers. His pale, slender fingertips felt around the palm, which was larger than his own.
“You,” Zhou Jin’s throat was parched. He was about to say something when the beautiful husband looked up and smiled at him. “You do not have calluses on your hands. You are Zhou Jin, right?”
Zhou Jin felt the soft fingertips pinching him and forgot what he had intended to say. Why was he speaking in such a sweet, obedient voice? Was he trying to seduce him again?
His fingers twitched, and he was about to tell the little widower to let go, when Fu Chenyuan stepped forward, grabbed the husband’s wrist, and pulled him away. Only then did Zhou Jin notice the unusual atmosphere between the two. There was also the scent in the room.
Zhou Jin looked suspiciously at Fu Chenyuan, who seemed unexpectedly more human than usual. His clothes were somewhat disheveled, and there were strange water spots in his hair. Combined with the scent in the room, he could not help but think of certain things.
But the thought was fleeting. Because he had nearly made the little widower cry in the hallway earlier, the sharp words Zhou Jin wanted to say were stuck in his throat. He might have smelled it wrong. Could a man of such high standards actually do something to the little widower?
Thinking of his own uncooperative body, Zhou Jin’s expression turned sour. He comforted himself by thinking he was just too young.
Zhou Jin cleared his throat deliberately. Watching the two figures standing so close together, he finally could not help but walk over and pull the little widower toward himself. “What are you standing around for? There is still one person left to find.”
He intentionally nudged Fu Chenyuan aside. It was not that he cared so much about this NPC; he simply felt in a bad mood whenever he saw Fu Chenyuan.
As he thought this, Zhou Jin’s gaze kept falling on the husband’s reddened leg muscles. He wondered if it was an illusion, but they seemed even redder now, as if they had been hit by something. Recalling the images he had seen through the one-way mirror, Zhou Jin cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“How are your legs? Do you want me to carry you? Do not misunderstand; I am not concerned about you. You just walk too slowly and are delaying our progress.”
Zhou Jin found Xie Mingyuan even more loathsome now, making his wife run around in such a state.
“What?” Lin Min was stunned. He only realized what was wrong with his legs a moment later, and his pale face was instantly dyed red. “It is fine. It does not hurt anymore.”
His pink toes curled in shame.
Zhou Jin stared at him with wolf-like eyes. After hearing his voice, he slowly looked away and answered stiffly, “Fine. Whatever you want.”
Regardless, he did not want to touch men. With that thought, Zhou Jin intentionally looked away to avoid seeing the husband walking with Fu Chenyuan. However, his pace remained matched to the husband’s slow, sluggish speed.
Lin Min was sandwiched between the two tall men. It felt as though he could be scooped up in one arm at any moment and subjected to something terrible, yet he remained oblivious to his situation as he followed them.
Soon, the ground beneath his feet changed again. Even though he could not see, he could feel the comfortable, expensive red velvet carpet of the hallway.
“Are you still there? Where are we now? Is this the second-floor hallway?” Lin Min spoke tentatively. Because Zhou Jin had left abruptly before, he was not sure if the same thing would happen again.
He soon heard their response, though their voices were strangely heavy. In front of Lin Min, where he could not see, the image of him holding the medical kit and carefully following the tall man into the room was slowly appearing in the vision of the two players.