Qin Zhiyan stood up and asked, "Where are your shoes?"
Tang Keyi glanced around, pointing toward the beach in the distance. "I left them over there!"
Just as Tang Keyi was about to run over to put them on, Qin Zhiyan grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
He crouched down in front of Tang Keyi and said, "Get on."
Tang Keyi never stood on ceremony with Qin Zhiyan. He immediately jumped onto his back, grinning as he cheered, "Giddy up!"
"You’re treating me like a horse now?"
Qin Zhiyan abruptly straightened up, making Tang Keyi yelp and cling tighter to his neck.
"Who would dare treat President Qin like a horse?" Tang Keyi said, his words dripping with insincerity.
[I would! Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up!]
Qin Zhiyan scoffed lightly.
"When spring comes, let’s go horseback riding, okay? Qiuqiu said I can visit his family’s ranch and pick any horse I want. Do you think he’d get so mad if I took their undefeated champion that he’d cut ties with me?"
"He won’t. I’ll just offer the Han family a price they can’t refuse and buy it."
"Oh, so you’re the only one with money?" Tang Keyi deliberately pinched Qin Zhiyan’s ear. "I want to see Han Qiuqiu lose his temper, hahaha!"
"Fine. Call me along, and as long as I’m with you, he won’t dare." Qin Zhiyan indulged him.
"Yanyan..." Tang Keyi’s lips brushed against Qin Zhiyan’s ear as he whispered.
"Hmm?"
[I like you so, so much!]
"Mmm."
"What are you ‘mmm’-ing for? I didn’t even say anything!"
"Mmm."
It’s fine if you didn’t say it—I heard it anyway.
——
Tang Keyi went back to his room to shower before dinner. After the meal, he originally planned to stay in the living room and chat with everyone, but Qin Zhiyan dragged him back upstairs instead.
"Take off your clothes. I’ll apply some after-sun gel for you." Qin Zhiyan held up a bottle.
"It’ll heal in a couple of days. Why bother?"
"Be good. Play with your phone while I do it." Qin Zhiyan pulled Tang Keyi onto the sofa.
"Fine." Tang Keyi tugged off his T-shirt, exposing his back to Qin Zhiyan.
Qin Zhiyan wasted no time, squeezing out the clear gel and spreading it over the slightly reddened skin.
The sudden coolness made Tang Keyi shiver.
As Qin Zhiyan’s fingertips brushed lightly over his skin, Tang Keyi felt an inexplicable, awkward tension. He silently picked up his phone, trying to distract himself.
Luckily, Qin Zhiyan worked quickly and soon finished applying the gel to his back.
Just as Tang Keyi reached for his clothes, Qin Zhiyan stopped him.
"Don’t put it on yet. Let it dry first."
"Ugh, fine." Tang Keyi tossed the shirt aside.
The transparent gel glistened against Tang Keyi’s fair skin.
Qin Zhiyan’s gaze subtly traced every inch of him, following the shallow dip of his spine downward until it disappeared beneath fabric.
The weight of Qin Zhiyan’s stare was impossible to ignore. Tang Keyi stared at his phone, but the words on the screen blurred together.
[At the beach, it didn’t feel weird, but now that we’re alone in the room, me being half-naked just feels... strange.]
His fingers fidgeted restlessly. Glancing at Qin Zhiyan, who was still fully dressed, he grumbled, "It’s not fair that I’m the only one without a shirt."
"Should I take mine off too, then?"
"Yes!" Tang Keyi blurted without thinking. "Perfect timing—I can help massage your bruises!"
Qin Zhiyan didn’t hesitate, immediately stripping off his top. The moment he did, Tang Keyi regretted it.
[The difference is way too obvious.]
Tang Keyi stared at Qin Zhiyan’s eight-pack abs, then down at his own soft, pale torso, green with envy.
[Is it too late to ask him to put his shirt back on?]
Qin Zhiyan had long known about Tang Keyi’s fascination with abs. Tentatively, he suggested, "How about joining me for workouts sometime?"
Tang Keyi shook his head vehemently. "No, no. My philosophy is the quieter, the better."
[Qin Zhiyan is mine, so Qin Zhiyan’s abs are basically mine by extension.]
[If I think about it that way, I don’t need to exercise—I already have abs!]
Qin Zhiyan: "..."
Sometimes, he truly couldn’t follow Tang Keyi’s logic.
Tang Keyi grabbed the medicated oil, poured some into his palm, and began massaging Qin Zhiyan’s bruises.
[If I sneakily touch his abs, he probably won’t notice, right?]
[The texture really is amazing.]
[I kinda want to touch his pecs too, but wouldn’t that be too obvious?]
Qin Zhiyan pointed to his chest. "This area doesn’t have bruises, but it’s a bit sore."
[What perfect timing! Don’t mind if I do!]
Without suspicion, Tang Keyi eagerly moved his hands upward, indulging his desires.
[Oooh! Feels even better than the abs—so firm yet springy!]
"Are you happy that I came to Nancheng to see you?"
Qin Zhiyan watched the excitement flickering in Tang Keyi’s eyes and couldn’t help but smile.
[Happy! Super happy!]
Tang Keyi pressed his lips together, feigning indifference. "It’s... alright, I guess..."
Qin Zhiyan’s gaze lingered on the red mark on Tang Keyi’s collarbone. He squeezed out a bit more after-sun gel and dabbed it there.
"Glad you’re happy."
Tang Keyi stuck out his tongue. "I’m not happy. Stop flattering yourself."
"Mmm." Qin Zhiyan chuckled.
Tang Keyi stared at him intently. "Have you noticed that you smile a lot more since we got together?"
Qin Zhiyan considered it seriously. It was true.
Tang Keyi had brought color and joy into his world.
"Because you’re my happy pill."
Tang Keyi’s lashes fluttered as he looked down, suddenly bashful.
[Why does Qin Zhiyan always say such shamelessly sweet things so easily?]
"Still applying the medicine?"
Qin Zhiyan glanced at Tang Keyi’s hands, which were now boldly wandering.
"Yes, yes!"
Tang Keyi snapped back to attention, kneeling on the sofa as he focused on massaging the bruises.
"Xiao Wu! Are you in here—"
The door swung open abruptly. Tang Keping froze the moment he took in the scene.
The air turned solid for a second.
"My bad. Carry on."
The door slammed shut with a bang.
Outside, Tang Keping replayed what he’d just witnessed.
Both men were shirtless, and Tang Keyi’s hands were pressed against Qin Zhiyan’s chest.
What they were doing was obvious!
Slightly agitated, Tang Keping pulled out his phone and created a group chat with his three brothers.
"You won’t believe this!"
"Xiao Wu is definitely the one on top!"
"I saw it with my own eyes!"
Tang Keping roared these three sentences into the chat.
Back in the room, Tang Keyi blinked at the door. "Did Fourth Brother misunderstand something?"
Qin Zhiyan didn’t seem bothered. "Let him."
What Qin Zhiyan didn’t realize was that Tang Keping’s "misunderstanding" was not the kind he imagined.
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