Chapter 44 – Kissing

Jiang Heng symbolically undid two buttons, stopping there. His collarbone was deep, the kind that could hold a row of coins, partially exposing his chest with distinct skin and muscle definition.

A body that gained weight from drinking water, yet managed to maintain such a physique showed incredible willpower.

Shen Fubai thought to himself that Heng Heng was damn tempting like this.

But he still had to ask, “Why are you unbuttoning your shirt?”

Jiang Heng stretched his long legs, stepping onto the bed, “It’s written in the script.”

In the script, Chu Yu took off his military jacket, leaving a shirt underneath, unbuttoned loosely to just two buttons. Yu Tang, on the other hand, truly removed his costume, revealing his entire back.

Shen Fubai was speechless.

If they followed the script… wouldn’t he have to take off this Pikachu pajama?

He was only wearing this!

Hesitantly, Shen Fubai asked, “Should I… also… take it off…?”

Jiang Heng leaned against the headboard, his legs bent, eyes smiling, “This is the first step. How can we practice without taking it off?”

Shen Fubai pulled at Pikachu’s ears, letting them droop down.

Damn, it was so embarrassing.

But when he thought about it carefully, there wasn’t much to it. He was a grown man. There were plenty of men who went shirtless in the summer, walking around with their beer bellies exposed under the sun. While it might be an eyesore for others, no one found anything wrong with it.

At swimming pools and beaches, there were many people without shirts. It was a normal thing.

But in this situation, facing Jiang Heng, Shen Fubai felt inexplicably shy.

Shen Fubai told himself that this was all for art. If he couldn’t overcome this in front of Heng Heng, how would he manage to undress in front of the camera and a crowd tomorrow?

He should consider it as getting used to it early.

Adjusting his mindset, Shen Fubai brought out his professionalism, treating this rehearsal seriously.

He steeled his resolve, about to take off his pajamas, when Jiang Heng asked, “Why haven’t you come over yet?”

Shen Fubai replied, “I’m taking off my clothes.”

Jiang Heng looked puzzled, “What are you taking off? Shouldn’t I be the one to do it?”

Oh, right. Yu Tang’s clothes were taken off by Chu Yu.

Shen Fubai was dumbfounded.

All the lines he knew by heart became mush in his brain when faced with Jiang Heng.

Shen Fubai slowly moved over, kneeling beside Jiang Heng, suppressing the tension within him, “So, what do we do next?”

Jiang Heng, like an action director, pretended to be very experienced, “Sit on me.”

Shen Fubai was confused.

Where could he sit? On the waist? This distance was too close, he couldn’t handle it.

“Can you handle me sitting on you?” Shen Fubai was worried, “I weigh 120 pounds.”

Jiang Heng reassured him, “I’d have no problem even if you sat on my back while I did push-ups. You’re so skinny, you barely weigh anything.”

Shen Fubai was no longer concerned.

He told himself that this was acting, acting, acting. He shouldn’t think too much, acting bashful like a little girl.

Shen Fubai built up his mental fortitude, falling into a strange calmness.

Perhaps he was too tense, and now everything seemed trivial.

Shen Fubai took a deep breath, spreading his legs, straddling Jiang Heng’s waist, “We start here?”

The sudden weight on Jiang Heng’s waist didn’t affect him at all. If there was an effect, it was that he was almost swaying with desire.

“I heard from Uncle Xu that you didn’t require a substitute position for kissing scenes,” Jiang Heng stared at the youth’s luscious lips, his eyes slightly lowered.

Shen Fubai was dazed, “Yeah.”

“So…” Jiang Heng cautiously suggested, “Should we try it today?”

Shen Fubai’s mind exploded into fireworks.

Kissing?

Shen Fubai’s thoughts were blank for a moment, then the shattered ashes gathered again, rising to the sky, crackling and popping.

He numbly nodded.

The rehearsal officially began, with two dedicated actors in their positions.

Jiang Heng’s fingers reached for Shen Fubai’s Pikachu pajamas, holding the edges and slowly pulling them down, until they reached his waist.

Shen Fubai’s body was quite slender, with a beautiful line of muscles, dazzling white under the light, like fine porcelain.

Shen Fubai felt as though Jiang Heng was peeling a hard-boiled egg ready to eat.

He was that egg waiting to be devoured.

Without the barrier of fabric, his skin felt a chill in the air. Under Jiang Heng’s gaze, goosebumps almost rose all over his body.

Shen Fubai tried to ignore the awkwardness of being shirtless, returning to the topic at hand, “Young Master.”

Jiang Heng softly responded, “Mm.”

Shen Fubai stammered through his lines, “Ah Tang’s body… has many scars, it’s ugly, please don’t despise it.”

Yu Tang had suffered greatly since childhood, it was impossible for him not to have scars. Before filming tomorrow, Shen Fubai would need special effects makeup.

But now, Shen Fubai’s body was flawless, not even a birthmark in sight, making him seem like he was lying.

Jiang Heng caressed Shen Fubai’s nonexistent scars with pity, “It doesn’t matter, I don’t despise it.”

Jiang Heng’s fingertips ran across Shen Fubai’s back, reaching his tailbone, trailing all the way down, causing a tingling sensation.

Shen Fubai shuddered.

He composed himself, continuing with the lines, “Really?”

Jiang Heng said earnestly, “When have I ever lied to you. Speaking of scars, I have more than you, does Ah Tang despise me?” As he spoke, he made a move to undo the remaining buttons.

Shen Fubai replied, “Go ahead, I’m watching.” He couldn’t be the only one undressing, it had to be fair for everyone.

Jiang Heng paused, unable to continue acting, “Fubai, you got the lines wrong.”

Shen Fubai coughed, “…Sorry, let me start over.” How did he blurt out what he was thinking?

Shen Fubai’s thoughts were already in chaos, unable to sort through various emotions. He became a machine without feelings, mechanically reciting lines.

“You can’t compare, Young Master’s scars are marks of battle and glory, not ugly at all,” he finished, feeling that he read it too flatly, lacking sincerity, so he added a tone word, “ne.”

Jiang Heng was silent.

Shen Fubai: “…”

Jiang Heng: “…”

Shen Fubai: “…”

Why wasn’t Heng Heng speaking? Did he make it awkward?

Jiang Heng looked at Shen Fubai’s foolish expression and reminded him, “You… aren’t going to move?”

Shen Fubai subconsciously asked, “Move what?”

Jiang Heng replied, “If you don’t move, and I don’t move, are we going to let the bed operate automatically?”

That would be real bed action.

Shen Fubai understood, his face instantly flushing red.

And he continued, “If you don’t breathe, and I don’t breathe, will the bed creak on its own?”

Shen Fubai, the man who could turn himself into a comedian and a stand-up comic, if paired with Jiang Heng, they could form a high-class duo – Northeastern Two-Man Show.

Jiang Heng was curious, “How does the bed turn?”

Shen Fubai explained, “For the rhyme, don’t mind the details.”

The conversation had veered off track, it was time to get back on topic.

The banter earlier was just to relieve the awkwardness, but the performance must go on.

The young man’s beautiful face was stained with a faint peach blossom color, stunningly captivating.

He awkwardly rubbed against Jiang Heng, “…Like this?”

Jiang Heng suddenly tightened his abdomen, his expression still calm, “Continue.”

Shen Fubai moved again, embarrassed.

Jiang Heng said, “Don’t stop.”

Shen Fubai’s face turned bright red, changing from a low concentration of pale pink cocktail to blood-red wine in a vampire’s goblet.

Jiang Heng continued, “Breathe.”

Shen Fubai let out a soft moan, like a cat’s scratch, touching Jiang Heng’s heart.

Jiang Heng’s breathing paused, almost reacting. He was frightened and quickly suppressed it.

Don’t ask how he could endure it. Shen Fubai was sitting on his waist, and any slight movement would be immediately noticed. If he was discovered, how could he live?

Shen Fubai tried a few intonation words, using a tone he had never used before, soft, sweet, and sultry.

Come on, indulge yourself, there’s plenty of time.

Jiang Heng listened with his ears turning red as if dripping with blood, occasionally panting deeply and urgently in cooperation.

Being the top had its advantages, although it was physically exhausting, the bottom did all the vocal work. Moreover, in this drama, even the positions required Shen Fubai to lead the actions.

Shen Fubai was almost in tears, truly on the verge of crying.

Crying out of embarrassment.

What the hell was this shameless script?—too stimulating. Imagining it was exciting, but when it came to actually performing, everyone became as timid as quails.

Pure Shen Xiaobai had evolved into shameless Shen Dabai. He thought that since it had come to this, he might as well go all out once.

Something suddenly released from the place he had been suppressing, like floodgates opening, pouring out all at once.

“Young Master.” In a call filled with sobs, Shen Fubai’s fingertips dug into Jiang Heng’s shoulders, his breath blowing against his neck, his dreamy peach blossom eyes shimmering with a hazy glow.

“I like you so much.”

Throughout the night, Shen Fubai hadn’t been in the right state, reciting the lines dryly and weakly. But this sentence, he held it on the tip of his tongue, brewing it for a long time, saying it with full emotion, sincerely.

Jiang Heng was stunned.

Then he did something unexpected even to himself.

Like Chu Yu in the play, Jiang Heng wrapped one arm around Shen Fubai’s slender waist and lifted his chin with the other, lowering his head to kiss him—

When Jiang Heng kissed him, Shen Fubai was completely caught off guard, his misty peach blossom eyes widening in surprise.

Heng Heng was kissing him…

And it wasn’t just a brief kiss.

Was this a French kiss?

Shen Fubai quickly closed his eyes again, quietly savoring Jiang Heng’s passionate kiss.

Jiang Heng thought that Fubai was indeed sweet.

The sweetest liquor in the world couldn’t match Fubai’s deliciousness. It made him drunk with a single taste, and crazy with a single intoxication, wanting to drink the youth dry, thoroughly savoring every bit of him.

Soft lips touched, tongues swept past teeth, leaving a mouthful of sweetness. Fubai must have eaten fruit tonight, his mouth had a fresh lemon scent.

As long as Shen Fubai showed the slightest resistance, Jiang Heng would immediately retract his just-extended hands, no longer daring to be so bold. But Shen Fubai didn’t resist, obediently in his arms, without any struggle.

This allowed Jiang Heng’s wild thoughts to sprout wildly in an instant.

When love was deep, and the water flowed naturally, it was the same in the play and in reality.

Just as Shen Fubai was getting into the kiss, wanting to undo Jiang Heng’s collar, Jiang Heng suddenly pushed him away.

Shen Fubai was taken aback.

Jiang Heng got up, somewhat flustered, “I’ll go take a shower.” He had just reacted, luckily he acted quickly, pushing Shen Fubai away a second earlier.

Shen Fubai tried to persuade him, “Didn’t you just take a shower?”

Jiang Heng closed the bathroom door, “I’ll take another one.”

…

Shen Fubai sat alone on the bed, dazed.

His lost gaze gradually cleared.

Ah, what had he just done.

He actually wanted to act out a scene with Heng Heng.

Wake up, Shen Fubai, don’t get too involved!! The other party was just acting with him!

But that kiss from Heng Heng was enough for him to savor for a lifetime. Being able to kiss his idol, following stars to this extent, could be considered a fulfilling life.

Shen Fubai listened to the sound of rushing water from the bathroom, waking up from a dream.

What was he still doing here! Just now, they were both a bit too engrossed in the play, now that they were sober, how awkward would it be later!

Shen Fubai didn’t dare to imagine the scene, quickly putting on his pajamas and fleeing back to his own room opposite.

When Jiang Heng finished showering and came out, he saw an empty bed.

He felt regretful.

Had he scared Fubai?