Help! My Fanservice Partner is Looking at Me Differently Lately - Chapter 32

“Aren’t you off playing billiards?” Chi Li turned his head, surprised. “Why are you back so soon?”

“Is it soon?” Shen Xunye dragged a chair over and sat down on Chi Li’s left. “I played five rounds.”

“Five rounds?” The surprise in Chi Li’s eyes deepened. “Have you even been gone for 20 minutes?”

Xie Weishui replied, “22 minutes.”

“Clearing the table in one go does not take much time,” Shen Xunye said, his posture relaxed.

“Then what about Jiang Lele?” Chi Li looked toward the door but did not see Jiang Lele’s figure.

“Oh, we had punishments too,” Shen Xunye explained casually. “I won five rounds in a row, and my punishment for him was that he is not allowed to appear in front of me for the rest of the night.”

Chi Li: “…”

Shen Xunye had completely cut off the possibility of Jiang Lele creating a “CP” act with him. It seemed the warning he gave earlier had truly been taken to heart.

Xie Weishui found this situation amusing and specifically asked, “Why is that?”

To him, Shen Xunye was different from Chi Li. Although he did not speak very politely, his physical condition was truly superior, so he could be treated as a potential partner backup.

Shen Xunye: “Because he is a bit talkative.”

“Lele is only doing that because he likes you,” Xie Weishui kindly explained on behalf of Jiang Lele. “He wants to be friends with you, which is why he seeks you out to talk so much.”

In the past, Jiang Lele had also been this clingy toward Fang Jin. Unfortunately, his level was too low and he could not compete with him.

[Baby Weishui is beautiful and kind-hearted; even when Jiang Lele is not here, he still says nice things about him.]

[Are they really nice things?]

[Let me translate. Xie Weishui’s meaning should be: Jiang Lele just wants to latch onto you, Shen Xunye.]

[I can only say that Jiang Lele’s opponents are always too powerful.]

[In the past, there was the big green tea Xie Weishui, and now there is the naturally spicy Chi Li; there really is no competitiveness.]

[You are all analyzing back and forth. Am I the only one who cares about when those two will return?]

“I am back.” Just as the comment was posted, Fang Jin’s figure appeared at the mahjong room entrance. He walked in, waving a pen in his hand. “I wanted to look for an erasable pen, but I could not find one, so I had to use a ballpoint pen.”

“Then you will have to scrub hard against that little turtle before going to sleep tonight,” Chi Li teased.

“I will.” Fang Jin sat down in his seat and pulled his chair a bit closer to Chi Li. He handed out the pen. “Winner, you draw it for me.”

Chi Li took off the pen cap and gestured toward Fang Jin’s face. “You are betting on whether I will go soft on you.”

Fang Jin’s eyes curved slightly. “I would not dare.”

“That is fine.”

Chi Li reached out with his left hand and lifted Fang Jin’s chin to ensure he would not move around. The tip of the pen moved across his face at a slight distance, as if looking for the right place to start. Finally, it stopped by his lip.

The pen tip landed lightly, and a small circle slowly appeared. Immediately after, turtle shell patterns were quickly added inside that circle.

“Does it hurt?” Chi Li asked in a low voice.

Fang Jin blinked rapidly a few times and squeezed two words out through the gap in his lips. “It does not.”

Chi Li’s touch was very light. When the pen tip landed on his face, there was only a slight itch and coolness. Compared to that insignificant itching and coolness, the presence of the other hand supporting his chin was more obvious. The touch was dry and soft, seemingly with a thin layer of calluses. Every time he could not help but move, he would be pulled back by this hand, carrying a sense of dominance and unquestionable control. Combined with Chi Li’s face, which leaned in closer to draw the little turtle well, it looked as if he could kiss him at any moment.

[This scene; my CP gene seems to be stirring.]

[Is this CP pairing a bit too strange?]

[What do you know? The stranger it is, the better it tastes.]

[I will not allow a twice-married man to touch my wife!]

[…I do not know if you have noticed, but Fang Jin’s ears seem to be red.]

Before the audience noticed Fang Jin’s ears were red, the other three in the mahjong room had already noticed, including Zhou Yang, who had come back wearing a down jacket.

“What are you guys doing!” Zhou Yang rushed over in one step, his eyes wide as cow’s eyes.

“Tsk.”

At his shout, Fang Jin was startled and gave a shudder, causing the turtle tail Chi Li was finishing to drift quite a long way.

“Drawing a little turtle.” Chi Li used his fingertip to wipe the extra tail off Fang Jin’s face. “Why are you shouting so loudly?”

Zhou Yang felt a bit guilty for a moment. “I am hot wearing this down jacket, so I am angry.”

“You are sick.” Chi Li rolled his eyes at him and then looked at Fang Jin with great apology, looking at the face he had wiped red. “This pen is really not easy to wipe off. I am sorry, but you will have to put in some effort tonight.”

“It is okay.” Fang Jin touched his hot earlobes and quickly moved back to his original position.

Zhou Yang also slinked back to his own seat.

“Nice drawing skills.” Shen Xunye stared straight at Fang Jin’s face and praised him absentmindedly.

“Compared to an elementary school student, it is indeed not bad.” Chi Li put the cap back on the pen and handed it to Shen Xunye. “You hold it for us first.”

Shen Xunye was quite sensitive. “For us?”

He had only left for 20 minutes, and this guy was already using “us” with another man?

“Yes, for us.” Chi Li looked around the table with his eyes. “In the future, there will certainly be other times when we need the pen for punishments.”

“Hmm.” Shen Xunye took the pen. “For future punishments where we draw on faces, I will be the one to execute them.”

“Fine.”

Perhaps his luck had arrived, but in the new round, it was Chi Li who won again. He nimbly pushed over the tiles in front of him. “I am truly sorry.”

Zhou Yang’s face was already red from the heat of his down jacket, and he could only try to seek help. “Chi Li, I beg you, just let me take off one piece of clothing.”

Chi Li looked like he was watching a good show. “Then you should…”

Zhou Yang’s eyes lit up. “Then should I take it off now?”

“Then you should take off your pants,” Chi Li said, his speed of speech extremely fast as he stated his requirement.

Zhou Yang: “…”

Fang Jin once again raised his hand to cover the corner of his mouth.

Shen Xunye raised his hand to signal. “If you do not know how to take them off, I can provide help for free.”

“What does it have to do with you?” Zhou Yang had long been unhappy with this person who had suddenly appeared and stood between him and Chi Li. “Go to the side.”

Chi Li turned to the side and leaned closer to Shen Xunye, saying in a sympathetic tone, “Then I will trouble you to help.”

Shen Xunye immediately stood up.

“Hey!” Zhou Yang hurriedly stretched out both hands to resist, indicating a strong refusal. “I will not take them off, okay? Just change to a different punishment for me!”

“Fine, I am still quite understanding.” Chi Li was not very interested in seeing this guy’s bare legs either. “Then find a pair of sunglasses to wear on your face.”

Zhou Yang: “…”

[I know it now, the next punishment will be to wear long johns!]

[If he loses a few more rounds, Zhou Yang might be wrapped up like a rice dumpling.]

[My wife is actually fulfilling some kind of fashion.]

[A fashion that no one will understand in ten years.]