Yan Qingchi stared at him for a while and admitted frankly, "A little."
Jiang Mochen thought that he wouldn't answer or ask him a question. He didn't expect that he would admit it directly. For a moment, he felt a little joy in his heart. He couldn't help but smile. His mood and words softened. He asked, "Do you want to go to my place tonight?"
He was referring to the hotel owned by the Jiang family that they had been to before.
Yan Qingchi clicked his tongue. "Jiang Mochen, you're only thinking about sex when you're full and warm. You haven't even finished your meal, but you're already running on the highway."
Jiang Mochen thought for a moment and said softly, "Maybe it's because I'm already full from looking at you."
Yan Qingchi raised his eyebrows.
Jiang Mochen picked up a piece of pork rib for him. His tone was gentle and his eyes were smiling. He praised him, which was rare. "You're a feast for the eyes."
Yan Qingchi couldn't help but laugh. He nodded in satisfaction and said without any modesty, "You have good taste."
Jiang Mochen went along with him and said, "That's true."
Perhaps it was because of the thought of parting, Jiang Mochen was especially gentle that night. He even kissed Yan Qingchi more than usual. Yan Qingchi felt that he was a little clingy tonight. He also thought that it was fortunate that the scene where Meng Luo showed He Yu his back had already been filmed. If they had waited until tomorrow to film, the entire crew would have been shocked when he took off his shirt.
He couldn't help but laugh at this thought.
Then he felt Jiang Mochen bump into him. He looked up at him and said, "What are you thinking about? You're so distracted."
Yan Qingchi hooked his arm around his neck and said, "I'm thinking about you."
Jiang Mochen didn't believe him. "I'm right here. Do you still need to think about me?"
Yan Qingchi lowered his head and raised it slightly. He kissed him on the lips and said softly, "I'm thinking about the future."
Jiang Mochen was speechless for a moment. Then, he lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.
This time, the two of them drove slowly on the mountain road. When they stopped the car and returned to the foot of the mountain, they didn't feel sleepy at all.
However, Jiang Mochen still had to film the next morning, so he just hugged Yan Qingchi from behind and massaged his waist without doing anything else. He looked at Yan Qingchi and suddenly realized, "Why do you always sleep with your back to me?"
"I'm used to it," Yan Qingchi replied.
"Turn around."
Yan Qingchi thought for a moment, turned around, and put his hand on the other side of her waist.
Jiang Mochen smiled. He rubbed his face and said, "You're quite self-aware."
Yan Qingchi smiled and didn't say anything.
Jiang Mochen looked at him. "Go to sleep," he said. "I have to go back to the set tomorrow. You can sleep a little longer."
Yan Qingchi nodded. It wasn't because he wanted to sleep a little longer, but because he was used to avoiding Jiang Mochen on the set. When he thought of this, he thought about how he would leave the set in a week. At that time, he wouldn't be able to avoid suspicion even if he wanted to.
Therefore, Yan Qingchi moved a little closer to Jiang Mochen and hugged him. "Stop rubbing," he said. "Go to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow morning."
This was the first time Jiang Mochen had taken the initiative to hug Yan Qingchi before he fell asleep. In the past, it was always him who hugged Yan Qingchi before or after he fell asleep. Yan Qingchi, on the other hand, would just sleep quietly with his back facing him.
He looked at the person who was hugging him and leaning against his chin. He looked at him with his eyes closed, quietly and gently snuggling in his arms. He didn't know what to feel for a moment, but he felt exceptionally peaceful and his heart softened. He reached out to turn off the light and hugged Yan Qingchi gently. "Mm."
Jiang Mochen woke up at around six o 'clock the next morning. Yan Qingchi was a light sleeper. When he moved, Yan Qingchi frowned and was about to wake up. Jiang Mochen was a little helpless against his sensitivity even in his sleep. He could only say gently, "It's still early. Have a good rest. Don't be in a hurry to get up."
Yan Qingchi responded vaguely. He relaxed his eyebrows and went back to sleep.
Jiang Mochen looked at him and felt a little curious. When he first wanted to marry Yan Qingchi, he had read his information. According to the information, Yan Qingchi was a very ordinary boy. He was even a little stupid and pretentious. However, at that time, he had wanted to get married wholeheartedly. The Yan family was the most suitable candidate because of the child betrothal arranged by the elders when they were young. Therefore, he had gone to see the Yan family's parents and proposed to replace Yan Qingchi with Yan Qingxi.
However, after spending some time together after their marriage, Jiang Mochen could clearly feel that the person beside him had a very different personality from what the information had shown. It wasn't just his personality. In many aspects, he had extremely sharp reflexes, skillful lockpicking experience, outstanding stamina, and vigilance even in his sleep. All these things made it impossible for him to equate this Yan Qingchi with the Yan Qingchi he had seen in the information before.
Jiang Mochen felt that perhaps this was his true personality. The information he had investigated before was just a disguise. Or perhaps, he had some other reason for having such different faces. However, no matter what the reason was, to him, the current Yan Qingchi made him feel very good. Therefore, this was enough.
Everyone had their own curiosity. Jiang Mochen certainly had it, but everyone also had their own secrets. He didn't want to explore Yan Qingchi's secrets because of his own curiosity. Perhaps in the future, when they were more familiar with each other and more intimate, Yan Qingchi himself would tell him the reason why he had such two different faces. Or perhaps in the future, when they were together for a long time, he would bring this matter up in conversation and joke about it, treating it as an ordinary trifle between the two of them and make fun of it. But now was not the time. Not when they were trying to get closer to each other but had yet to reach each other's hearts.
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