Little Uncle said, “Oh? Why does he need to compare himself with you? And why do you need to compare yourself with him?”

Cheng Huanzhen tried hard to move forward, but he couldn’t. It was somewhat unbearable, so he could only answer unhappily but earnestly: “If I’m better than him, then Little Uncle, you’ll be more comfortable staying with me.”

Little Uncle chuckled twice: “That’s not how it works. When did I ever say that?”

Little Uncle laughed. That smile, held between his flushed cheeks, was so beautiful, so alluring. Like an apple, like a strawberry, like the red clothes Little Uncle liked back then, like the scent of tuberose, like the passionate sunlight.

Cheng Huanzhen watched and watched, wanting to hug him so badly. Little Uncle had clearly put on makeup to look like Wen Shaozhuo, but when he laughed, that look was unmistakably Little Uncle’s.

Cheng Huanzhen stared at Lin Chen without blinking, his gaze so focused, so passionate. The “want to hug” in his eyes could be conveyed to Lin Chen’s ears without even needing words.

Lin Chen’s five fingers pressed against the young man’s chest, his palm hearing the vigorous and vibrant heartbeat beneath the tightly pressed chest.

“Thump.” “Thump.” “Thump!”

Very noisy, very loud. And very interesting.

Lin Chen rarely took the initiative to speak, asking: “Want to hug?”

Cheng Huanzhen’s hands pressed in front of him, his upper body leaning forward with force. He answered hoarsely: “Want to hug, Little Uncle.”

Lin Chen smiled: “I have a fever, can’t infect you.”

Cheng Huanzhen wanted to say it didn’t matter, but felt he would be scolded by Little Uncle. So the words came to his throat and were changed on the spot to: “Won’t infect, Little Uncle.”

But as soon as he said this, he doubted it. He felt a bit hot himself. Hot from head to toe. The more he looked at Little Uncle, the hotter he felt.

So strange, so strange. Even if a fever was contagious, how could it be transmitted through such a gaze?

He was so hot, so agitated, so wanting to hug Little Uncle. Wanted to hug Little Uncle tightly.

Little Uncle leaned lazily against the headboard, the back of his head resting lightly on it, his gaze lowered slightly, watching him.

Cheng Huanzhen felt that Little Uncle’s gaze seemed to want to peel him open, peel him open to see his heart, see his lungs, see what exactly was in his brain. But he clearly hadn’t hidden anything from Little Uncle. He wanted to see Little Uncle, so he came. He wanted to hug Little Uncle, so he said it. He didn’t like Wen Shaozhuo… so he told Little Uncle that too. Little Uncle didn’t need to peel him. Little Uncle just had to ask him.

Perhaps Little Uncle heard his inner voice. The back of his head left the headboard, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and his free hand gently stroked his cheek, soft fingertips lightly gliding over his jawline.

Little Uncle tilted his head slightly and asked him: “Why do you always want to hug me? Once, that’s because I didn’t coax you well. Twice, three times, can be explained that way. But three times is the limit. Four times, that shouldn’t be the reason anymore.”

Little Uncle’s tone was so calm. Calm, rational, never losing control—this was Little Uncle’s true color.

Cheng Huanzhen felt his heart beating a little fast. This made his brain consume slightly more oxygen than usual; his head felt a little dizzy, making it difficult to maintain a calm and rapid rotation under Little Uncle’s question.

He could only barely think with his instinctive reason and then answer: “You taught me this, Little Uncle. Hug when happy. I am very happy to see you, so I want to hug you tightly. Hugging you makes me happier. You said, this is liking. I like hugging you, so I always want to hug you.”

Want to hug, want to hug, want to hug.

Cheng Huanzhen’s mind was full of this thought, so his spoken words were also full of hugs.

Overly overflowing desire. Overly overflowing affection. Overly overflowing sincerity.

Even though Lin Chen had met countless people, when such full and straightforward feelings rushed towards him enthusiastically without any concealment, he couldn’t help but be briefly stunned for half a second the moment he perceived this emotion and affection.

Lin Chen was silent for a while.

Before he could decide how to handle Cheng Huanzhen, Cheng Huanzhen couldn’t hold back first.

Little Uncle leaned closer to him. Although Little Uncle wasn’t wearing perfume, the faint lingering scent of cedar body wash on him tempted his nose and brain incessantly.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He released his hands supporting himself on the bed and wrapped his arms around Little Uncle.

Little Uncle’s palm was still pressed against his chest, but Little Uncle’s arms weren’t as long as his, and his upper body was leaning towards him. So with this embrace, he pulled Little Uncle’s shoulders and head all into his arms.

Little Uncle was startled by his sudden forward lunge and slapped his chest somewhat annoyed: “What are you doing? Did I let you hug? You just hugged!”

Cheng Huanzhen held Little Uncle tightly in his arms. He buried the tip of his nose in Little Uncle’s shoulder socket and took a deep breath, which made his chaotic and cluttered brain feel better.

His chest took two hits from Little Uncle; he took them without a word. Silently waiting for Little Uncle to finish hitting, he then spoke hoarsely: “But you didn’t tell me how I could hug you… Little Uncle, I waited for a long time, couldn’t wait anymore.”

Little Uncle laughed in anger and scolded him: “Can’t even wait for this? Are you a dog?”

The anger and sound of Little Uncle scolding him slipped in from the back of his neck, landing on his spine, tickling his entire spine into numbness.

This numbness was too comfortable. Cheng Huanzhen was almost provoked to turn over and pounce on Little Uncle right there—just having his head and chest touching Little Uncle didn’t seem to satisfy him anymore. He wanted more places to touch Little Uncle. Belly to belly, leg to leg, legs entwined… He wanted every part of his body to hug Little Uncle tightly!

But Cheng Huanzhen didn’t know how to do all this. Such behavior seemed impolite. Would Little Uncle be angry? Definitely would be angry.

Cheng Huanzhen used all his strength to barely suppress this strong and presumptuous desire.

He tried to divert his attention and said hoarsely: “Little Uncle, last year I saved a total of 7,468,321 yuan. Before, I didn’t save any good projects; several potential new projects are still in the early stages.”

“This year these projects will mature, and I expect to earn 20 million. Many new ideas can be implemented this year. By next year, barring accidents, the money landing in my hands should be over 60 million. That way I can save my first 90 million, Little Uncle. Next year will come soon, I can definitely earn them. Little Uncle, just let me owe for one year, okay?”

Little Uncle’s hand, which had been protesting and pushing against his chest, suddenly paused.

Cheng Huanzhen waited for three seconds but didn’t get an answer from Little Uncle. He was a little uneasy, a little anxious. He hugged Little Uncle tighter, afraid that Little Uncle would accidentally disappear again.

He tried hard to persuade Little Uncle. He dug out every project he had established and every penny he had earned in the past two years from his brain, laid them out in front of Little Uncle, displaying them one by one, trying to prove that he really had the ability to earn 90 million.

He counted over and over again, asked over and over again. But Little Uncle remained silent, answering nothing.

Cheng Huanzhen panicked a little. He lifted his head from Little Uncle’s shoulder socket and pulled his body back a bit. He eagerly and urgently wanted to see what Little Uncle’s reaction was.

…Would Little Uncle be angry? Would Little Uncle be unhappy? Would Little Uncle despise him for being too poor?

However, pulling away, the first thing he met was Little Uncle’s smile. The corners of Little Uncle’s mouth were slightly raised, and the smile in his eyes was richer than the smile on his lips.

Seeing him look up, Little Uncle took the opportunity to withdraw his hand from his chest and rest it on his shoulder, exerting a little force to prevent his head from getting close again.

Little Uncle asked him with interest: “You want to renew my subscription that much? Little spendthrift.”

Cheng Huanzhen answered subconsciously: “Yes, I want to renew for you, Little Uncle. Renew forever and ever.”

Pausing, he suddenly realized Little Uncle’s address for him. He pursed his lips tightly, a little unhappy: “But I’m not a spendthrift, Little Uncle. This is money I earned myself. I have the right to dispose of it.”

Little Uncle didn’t argue with him much about this address.

Little Uncle’s gaze fell firmly on him. His tone sounded calm, but if you tasted it carefully, it was smiling again.

“No need for 90 million,” Little Uncle said slowly. “The annual fee is only 30 million, but this is not a full-time buyout—I can be your Little Uncle in my spare time, but more often, I need to be busy with my own work. You can’t interfere with my work, just like now.”

Little Uncle tilted his head and said naturally: “After all, look, so many families need me.”

Cheng Huanzhen widened his eyes, very dissatisfied with this plan.

Cheng Huanzhen: “I don’t want the 30 million package, Little Uncle. If it’s 90 million a year, can you not be a brother to them and only be a Little Uncle to me?”

Little Uncle smiled at him gently: “No can do. Renewal only has the 30 million option.”

Cheng Huanzhen was extremely disappointed. He wilted like a frosted eggplant.

Little Uncle sensed his mood and gently stroked his cheek with his palm, trying to soothe him.

Little Uncle said: “So you see, there’s no need for you to spend this money. We can continue to be friends like now. You can call me Little Uncle or any other address, it’s all fine. Using 30 million to buy only part of my spare time isn’t cost-effective.”

It was extremely strange. The more Little Uncle coaxed him like this, the more he comforted him like this, the higher the burning temperature all over his body became.

He wanted to get close to Little Uncle so much, wanted to hug Little Uncle so much, wanted to be with Little Uncle tightly, tightly, tightly, tightly.

Cheng Huanzhen’s throat was a little hoarse. He let out a muffled groan of discomfort, reached out his hand, and wanted to hug Little Uncle back into his arms.

It seemed that only when Little Uncle was in his arms could he forget that he had rented this villa to them, and forget that the person living with Little Uncle every day now was Wen Shaozhuo. He completely didn’t want to think about what Wen Shaozhuo and Little Uncle would do when living together.

Would Little Uncle treat Wen Shaozhuo as gently and patiently as he treated him back then? Would Little Uncle also find Wen Shaozhuo’s preferences, take him to see the world, and light up his entire life?

And what he had always been brooding about—why did Little Uncle dress up as Wen Shaozhuo, but didn’t dress up as him back then? Could it be that Little Uncle preferred looks like Wen Shaozhuo’s?

Once again forgetting to ask Little Uncle, he embraced forward.

Little Uncle raised his eyebrows high, leaned back agilely, and extended a leg from under the quilt, mercilessly pressing his foot against his chest!

Little Uncle’s originally gentle smile became sharp. Little Uncle narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: “What, soft words don’t work, so you want to try hard ones? If there’s only one tier, then there’s only one tier. If you’re not happy, then don’t spend the money.”

The room wasn’t cold, and Cheng Huanzhen only had a thin dark blue shirt on. With this kick pressing against him, Cheng Huanzhen’s chest could clearly feel the curve of Little Uncle’s sole.

This clear perception made him dazed for a moment. He couldn’t help lowering his eyes to look; it was indeed a very beautiful curve. …Exactly the same as when Little Uncle was still just Little Uncle. But of course, it should be the same.

Little Uncle looked like someone who never wore slippers to walk outside in winter. This foot stepping on his chest was extremely close to him, so white that the color of every vein under the skin could be clearly seen. It looked like it was carved from snow, making one unable to resist wanting to hold it up and see if it could completely melt in the palm.

His fingertips just touched it, and Little Uncle’s eyebrows raised even higher. The muscles on the calf contracted immediately; it seemed he didn’t want to be held.

So the toe agilely slid all the way down from his heart to his abdomen. This touching position, completely different from previous hugs, somehow brought a numbness along the way, and Cheng Huanzhen’s heart beat faster. Fast and chaotic, he couldn’t control it at all!

But Little Uncle didn’t care about his chaotic heartbeat at all. With a neat retraction of the sole and an inadvertent touch.

Cheng Huanzhen’s hot body temperature suddenly rushed towards his abdomen at high speed! Heat gathered, heat exploded. Cheng Huanzhen suddenly sat there stiffly in a daze.

His brain suddenly became clear at this moment. He stiffly maintained his original posture, not daring to move a muscle. His gaze fell stiffly into the void, not daring to lift it at all.

…What… happened?

His brain seemed to suddenly short-circuit. A not-so-loud but extremely annoying buzzing tinnitus rang in his entire head. Cheng Huanzhen’s throat was incredibly dry and hoarse, and his vision was dizzy for a moment.

In this clear yet blurred reality, Cheng Huanzhen suddenly heard a soft snort of dissatisfaction from Little Uncle. Little Uncle’s voice was very light and low, as if muttering to himself: “Renew if you love to, don’t if you don’t.”