“…Do you like that?”

Little Uncle chuckled lightly, perhaps too lazy to move. His shoulder shifted, and he used it to gently nudge Cheng Huanzhen’s cheek. “I didn’t kick you out even after you did all this. Isn’t that enough, Nephew?”

Hearing him call him “Nephew,” Cheng Huanzhen felt as if he and his Little Uncle were involved in some illicit relationship.

But they clearly weren’t related by blood.

He and Little Uncle were in a relationship where they could be together openly and honestly!

“…Not enough, Little Uncle,” Cheng Huanzhen answered, his voice husky.

He wanted far more than just not being kicked out. He wanted so much, he wanted everything!

He lifted his head from the crook of the other man’s neck and stared intently at Little Uncle’s cheek. Probably because Wen Shaozhuo wasn’t home, Little Uncle had removed his makeup long before Cheng Huanzhen arrived, revealing his fair, mature face.

…White. White. Always white. He had been trying so hard for so long, so why wouldn’t Little Uncle’s face turn red?

Cheng Huanzhen didn’t want it to be like this.

He stared and stared, then suddenly propped himself up halfway and abruptly flipped the lethargic man over. Before Little Uncle could finish a sharp “Wait…!”, his face was buried in the sofa.

Cheng Huanzhen’s fingertips brushed softly across the nape of Little Uncle’s neck, followed closely by kisses. As his fingers traced down the spine, his kisses followed, landing fine and dense along the entire path.

He felt that Little Uncle liked having his back kissed.

Just like now.

A second ago, Little Uncle was trying to prop himself up to lose his temper, but as the kisses landed thick and fast on his back, he let out a muffled groan and slumped right back onto the sofa.

As Cheng Huanzhen kissed, Little Uncle made low “hmm” and “hnng” sounds.

It was unclear whether he was kissed into exhaustion or had finally come to his senses, but Little Uncle suddenly called out to him with a hint of annoyance, the tail of his hurried tone pitching up slightly: “Cheng Huanzhen…!”

It sounded very similar to the tone Little Uncle had used just now when calling him “clingy.”

But Cheng Huanzhen was relentless.

He thought, I should make Little Uncle blush from kissing at least once.

So he didn’t stop. The fragmented kisses continued to fall lower, landing on Little Uncle’s waist, drifting toward his side.

He really liked kissing Little Uncle’s waist; it had a soft texture completely different from his smooth back.

Of course, another more important reason was—

Little Uncle’s voice cut off abruptly, replaced by a laugh he tried but failed to suppress in his throat: “Cheng Huanzhen! …I told you not to…”

—Little Uncle was very ticklish at the waist.

After laughing for a while, Little Uncle laughed until he was too exhausted to bear it. Finally exerting some strength, he propped himself up and tried hard to cover his waist. “…Don’t kiss there! …It tickles!!!”

In just a short while, Little Uncle was laughing so hard he was gasping for air.

Little Uncle struggled to flip his body over, pressing the heel of his hand firmly against Cheng Huanzhen’s forehead, trying to drive him away from his waist.

But Cheng Huanzhen wouldn’t get off.

He pressed earnestly against Little Uncle. He was fine with being flipped to Little Uncle’s front, or being pressed down by him…

Little Uncle’s eyes suddenly widened, and he immediately used the heel of his palm to push Cheng Huanzhen’s head upward!

Little Uncle was getting serious, wanting to force him off his body.

Unfortunately…

Little Uncle was a step too late.

By the time Little Uncle lifted his head, Cheng Huanzhen’s lips had already passed Little Uncle’s flat lower abdomen and, through the fabric of the pajamas, gently brushed against a spot further down.

…It was hard!

Just like his.

There was a reaction!

Cheng Huanzhen’s heart instantly beat like a drum.

With intense anticipation and a secret delight he couldn’t suppress in the slightest, he raised his eyes, his gaze burning.

He saw Little Uncle tilt his head back in despair, one forearm covering his eyes, a low sigh escaping his throat.

Immediately after, the sole of a foot kicked against Cheng Huanzhen’s chest.

Little Uncle moved his arm slightly away from his eyes, revealing one eye to glare at him fiercely. “What are you looking at? Never seen a man get a reaction before!”

Little Uncle’s reaction was obviously much more intense than usual.

The tips of Little Uncle’s ears were red, his gaze was fierce, his voice was aggressive, and Little Uncle… should be his.

Cheng Huanzhen felt like he had unearthed a layer of Little Uncle that was even more real.

Joy spread through his body like a virus, every cell urging him to keep digging deeper.

But Cheng Huanzhen felt that he was facing the world’s most precious, pure white pearl. He had to protect it well so that this pearl would always remain in its most perfect state.

If he dug too fast or too much and the pearl shattered, what would he do?

So Cheng Huanzhen answered very seriously, “Aside from my own, I really haven’t seen one, Little Uncle.”

Cheng Huanzhen was worried that Little Uncle, like himself before, didn’t know much about this kind of reaction. He very proactively and very concernedly applied to Little Uncle: “Little Uncle, let me help you resolve it.”

Little Uncle: “…”

Little Uncle stared at him in speechless silence for two seconds, for reasons unknown.

The foot on his chest flexed and kicked again as he scolded, “Do you want to be a pervert? I told you to get off!”

Cheng Huanzhen held onto Little Uncle’s foot and explained patiently, “Not a pervert, Little Uncle. This is just a normal physiological reaction. It needs to be resolved, otherwise holding it in will be very uncomfortable.”

Little Uncle’s eyes widened. “…Do I need you to explain that to me?”

Little Uncle looked good when kicking him.

Little Uncle also looked good when scolding him.

He had gotten a reaction because he liked Little Uncle too much and wanted to be close to him.

Then what about Little Uncle?

Did Little Uncle actually like and enjoy all of this too?

Cheng Huanzhen was already finding it a bit hard to endure holding it in himself.

…Then what about Little Uncle?

Was Little Uncle holding it in too? Based on his experience, holding it in like that wasn’t comfortable, was it?

Cheng Huanzhen didn’t want Little Uncle to be uncomfortable.

Holding one of Little Uncle’s feet, he tentatively reached forward with his other hand. But Little Uncle’s gaze instantly became fiercer, and he kicked Cheng Huanzhen’s hand with his other foot.

Little Uncle: “…What are you doing? I’m not gay!”

Cheng Huanzhen realized the road to pursuing Little Uncle had gotten a bit longer again. He felt a little disappointed, but he continued to coax Little Uncle patiently, “Little Uncle, physiological phenomena have nothing to do with sexual orientation. You don’t need to worry. I’m just helping you resolve it.”

Cheng Huanzhen asked hesitantly, “Otherwise… are you going to take care of it yourself, Little Uncle?”

Lin Chen felt like he was going to laugh out of anger.

If he had known this Cheng Huanzhen didn’t understand shame at all, he might as well have just let the System out to delete him with one click!

But that thought was just a momentary impulse.

He thought to himself, I’ve lived two lives; is my skin [face/sense of shame] really thinner than Cheng Huanzhen’s?

Lin Chen sneered, “If you want to help me resolve it that badly, fine. But let’s get this straight first—I don’t want your hands!”

He retracted both feet forcefully, breaking free from Cheng Huanzhen’s grasp in an instant.

The leg closer to the inside of the sofa snapped together with the other in mid-air. Legs closing and retracting, the clean force of the movement pulled his whole body into a sitting position.

The soft sensation of Little Uncle’s feet still lingered in Cheng Huanzhen’s palms.

He subconsciously chased after the direction Little Uncle had retreated to, but was decisively stopped by Little Uncle’s palm against his chest, heartlessly maintaining the distance between them.

…Why? Was it because he had just tried to use his hand, but Little Uncle didn’t want him to use his hand, so he got angry?

Cheng Huanzhen was a bit confused. If he couldn’t use his hands, what should he use?

But no matter what he had to use.

As long as Little Uncle wanted it, and as long as he had it, he was definitely willing to try.

Little Uncle glared at him while pressing against him with one hand, using the other hand to struggle to tidy his clothes.

But no matter how he pulled at the hem of his clothes, or how Little Uncle tried to change his sitting posture, the reaction that had arisen didn’t disappear so easily.

Cheng Huanzhen asked earnestly, “Little Uncle, then what do you want me to use? I can try.”

Little Uncle raised his chin slightly, his gaze shifting to look down at him. “You don’t even know that, and you’re thinking about helping me resolve it?”

Cheng Huanzhen stared at Little Uncle.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Cheng Huanzhen suddenly whipped out his phone, lowered his eyes, and typed rapidly to search.

His gaze lingered on the phone for five seconds.

Then, he put the phone away without his expression changing. His gaze, full of ambiguous meaning, dropped from Little Uncle’s lips to the hem of Little Uncle’s clothes.

“Then, Little Uncle…”

Having absorbed the answer he just got from his targeted search, Cheng Huanzhen finally felt a little embarrassed.

He held the fist Little Uncle had pressed against his chest, moved it aside, leaned forward to Little Uncle’s ear, and whispered:

“Do you want me to suck it out?”