Chapter 60: The Night Pairs Best with Werewolf Games
The next day.
It was supposed to be the day Shen Jixing gave Zhou Yili a tattoo, but the spot he intended to ink had been replaced—by bite marks.
So, the plan had to be postponed for now.
“Did you do it on purpose?” Zhou Yili casually placed the warm milk in front of him.
The deep gray casual shirt accentuated his lazy, flamboyant demeanor, and the deep red marks on his slender neck gave him an air of seductive nonchalance—a kind of rakish charm.
Shen Jixing glanced up at him. “No.”
His gaze lingered on those bite marks for two seconds, his lashes trembling calmly as he looked away.
“I wanted to tattoo you.”
He wanted to carve an eternal trace onto this proud, unruly man with his own hands.
Shen Jixing truly meant it.
Zhou Yili: “…”
If he hadn’t misheard, this man was teasing him again, wasn’t he?
All of his formidable self-control had been spent last night.
That person, tears wet on Zhou Yili’s chest, soft lashes brushing against his skin, silently cried while demanding to be held tighter and have his back stroked.
He couldn’t even hold him too tightly—Shen Jixing complained it hurt.
All the words swirling in Zhou Yili’s mind condensed to a single number.
“Six,” Zhou Yili said.
The little lion who hadn’t touched anyone for eight years was now terrifying.
If this man dared to flirt so boldly again, Zhou Yili wouldn’t hesitate to take him right there!
Make him cry even more than last night, just wait and see—
“You don’t believe me?” Shen Jixing looked up and asked, his cool words oddly overlapping with filthy thoughts.
Zhou Yili tilted his head back and downed a glass of cold water, replying coldly, “You need a couple more days of practice.”
“No need. My skills are excellent,” Shen Jixing replied.
There was no trace of last night’s vulnerability in him now.
As if it had all been a dream, the clock running backward—the lonely boy sitting at a gravestone, crying, had grown up.
He still rarely cried, rarely smiled, like a beautiful marionette.
But the marionette’s composure didn’t last long.
He cracked again.
The tattoo was temporarily shelved, and a bigger problem arrived: today was the second episode of the variety show recording.
“Frog Fun.”
Sheng Que hooked his arm around Zhou Yili’s neck as soon as he saw him, admiring the lascivious marks on his neck. "Who did you play with so fiercely last night?"
Sheng Que had been punished harshly before, and he'd been annoyed.
He’d bitten his uncle.
But his uncle was like a block of ice—no reaction, just coldly lowering his sleeve and asking, “Do you admit your mistake?”
Sheng Que would get angry and kick and punch, until finally he was forced to kneel at his uncle’s knee.
Obedient.
He’d never seen those wounds, didn’t know if they were as severe as Zhou Yili’s…
Wait, what was he thinking?
Zhou Yili’s marks were from flirting; his were pure hatred!
Shen Jixing walked past them with a calm face—he’d already taken care of this trouble.
With those three three-million revelations from last night’s muddled consciousness.
Shen Jixing truly understood the meaning of “never flaunt your wealth.”
Zhou Yili, the rich man, kept getting richer, while Shen Jixing, sixty chapters in, still had only two hundred in pocket money.
Zhou Yili kept his promise and never revealed his name.
He lazily replied to Sheng Que, “What do you think?”
Sheng Que glanced at Shen Jixing, who had just stepped into the room, then covered his mouth and loudly whispered, “Brother Shen is so spicy in private?”
Shen Jixing: “…”
He paused at the makeup room door, his chilly gaze shifting sideways, “Did you hear anything?”
Zhou Yili raised his brows, “Hmm?”
Shen Jixing’s long, damp lashes glared at him, “The sound of nine million flushing down the drain.”
Then he strode coldly into the makeup room.
Zhou Yili slid his long hand into his pocket, shrugged carelessly, “I didn’t say anything, he figured it out himself. Can he blame me?”
Sheng Que nodded, agreeing.
Zhou Yili continued walking ahead.
Sheng Que was about to enter his own lounge when he heard staff exclaiming in the distance: “Oh wow, Teacher Zhou, what happened to your neck?”
Zhou Yili’s blue hair flicked up boldly; he answered calmly, “I fell. Movie King Shen bumped into me by accident. Don’t spread it around, wouldn’t want to upset him.”
Staff: “I get it, I get it.”
Sheng Que: “…”
It’s over. Movie King Shen has been outed.
Shen Jixing walked into the makeup room in resignation, and when he saw the costumes prepared for this episode, his cold brows curved with a subtle arc.
The second episode was to be recorded at a manor.
A Gothic black castle manor, blooming with red roses under the moonlight, like a vampire’s mysterious lair—the setting for this episode.
A black car stopped at the manor gate.
The episode’s theme slowly appeared on the screen—
[Rose Banquet]
[With Halloween approaching, the manor’s master invites the players to a rose banquet. He’s heard that the night pairs best with Werewolf.]
The car door opened.
A tall, elegant figure stepped out, black boots on the red carpet, a long cape draping from his shoulders, a splendid count’s outfit in midnight black, with dazzling ruby buttons.
The man held a glass of red wine, humming a tune as he walked the red carpet.
“How flamboyant—is that the manor’s owner?”
“If I’m not mistaken, that’s my son Zhou Yili.”
“…Is he here to buy the manor?”
The camera gave Zhou Yili a frontal shot.
His black-blue tousled hair flicked up with attitude, his thin lips bore a wet trace of red wine, matching the deep red on his neck.
Wait, what’s on his neck?
“Bite marks!!!”
“Who bit him, who bit him!”
“I bet a bag of spicy sticks—Star!”
“No way, absolutely not. Star is cold as ice, there’s no way he’d bite someone! Unless…he’s possessive, wanting to declare ownership.”
“My Star shines bright from now on?”
“You don’t understand. When the younger goes wild, Star can only cry while running and biting in ecstasy…”
“Isn’t this livestream going to get banned?”
The director was nervous.
So he switched the camera.
The second to appear was Shen Jixing.
Silver tassels draped from his shoulders; he wore a white suit, smeared with blood stains, and his cold, arrogant face.
Faint red wounds marked his cheeks and neck—a classic battle-damage makeup.
“Case closed—they’re painted on.”
“But it’s so tempting, ahhh, I want to lick…”
“Painted or not, if he’s willing to cover himself in strawberry marks just to make me happy, what’s wrong with that!”
“Wounds:?”
Zhou Yili watched as Shen Jixing walked over and stood by his side, speaking in a voice only the two could hear, gritting his teeth: “You really are clever, aren’t you?”
Shen Jixing replied calmly, “Perfect timing, perfect place, perfect people.”
Anything to suppress Zhou Yili’s urge to announce it to the world.
The bite marks were Zhou Yili’s own doing—better than if he’d been bitten by anyone else.
Zhou Yili nonchalantly eyed the wound on Shen Jixing’s cold, pale neck: “…”
Fine, let’s see who wins.
One by one, more cars stopped at the gate.
Qi Yan in a black witch dress, Susi in a dark lolita skirt, Sheng Que cosplaying a Halloween pumpkin, and several guest stars.
A vaguely familiar face appeared.
It was the boy-band puppy Shen Jixing had seen in the materials yesterday.
He glanced sideways at Zhou Yili, “Your pretty boy?”
Zhou Yili: “?”
This episode had a werewolf segment, requiring lots of guests.
The director invited four guest stars: boy-band puppy Yun Yichen, famed director Sikong Xiu, and two ordinary guests—
Just as Zhou Yili was about to speak, the sound of a wheelchair approached, and he glanced toward the moonlight.
Tall, upright bodyguards pushed a man forward; their looks caused quite a stir, especially the man in the wheelchair.
He could easily play a vampire.
Pale, gentle, handsome.
His gentle amber eyes fell on Shen Jixing’s face, curling into a tender smile, “Long time no see, Ah Xing.”
Zhou Yili paused at those words, his brows arching slightly.
He glanced at this stranger with languid eyes, leaning in close to Shen Jixing, “Another one of your friends?”
A possessive gesture.
He drew near as if no one else existed, asking in an intimate tone.
Zhou Yili was assertive and flamboyant by nature; his innate masculine possessiveness couldn’t be suppressed when a rival appeared.
Shen Jixing’s gaze fell coldly on the newcomer, seemingly unsurprised.
“Yes.”
Zhou Yili watched him stare so intently, leaned closer, his final syllable biting, “You sure have a lot of friends, huh?”
Turns out, he was the only one taking things seriously.
He thought Shen Jixing had no one, that even after repeated humiliation, he’d still take him in.
This man was just playing—
Shen Jixing suddenly turned to face him, the distance between them barely a hair’s breadth, their breaths mingling.
Zhou Yili froze.
Shen Jixing stared straight at him, his thin lips parting, “You’re different.”
Zhou Yili felt those lips move, breath slipping through his teeth into his mouth; he swore Shen Jixing’s lips brushed his own as he spoke.
Someone else said it aloud.
The bodyguard lazily whistled, then fired off, “Hey, are you two kissing?”
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Supreme wage slave Mu Si: My boss just arrived, please don’t kill him with rage