Lucky Cruise Ship
Chapter 605: The live stream is still running
Wen Jianyan had to brace one hand on Wu Zhu’s shoulder to maintain his balance.
Because the room’s grade was too low, the lighting inside the cabin wasn’t bright, and it occasionally flickered out.
He looked down at Wu Zhu.
This guy had an excellent appearance; Wen Jianyan had always known this.
However, because his non-human nature was too obvious, the monster hiding under the human skin was always peering out, making his appearance as creepy as it was perfect.
The shoulder under his palm was strong and relaxed. The skin, cold as marble, seemed to be tainted with human warmth, causing the air to flow with a suffocating, faint heat.
Wu Zhu looked up from a position slightly lower than him. The flickering light fell into the depths of his eyes as he gazed at him unblinkingly.
“…”
Just this much…
Should be no big deal.
Wen Jianyan was a little hesitant.
They had done closer, worse things to each other.
More vicious, more cruel things.
Compared to a sharp knife stabbing into the heart, or a brief moment of sweaty, flesh-clashing passion, a kiss was so harmless…
Just a light touch with the lips.
That was all.
It wasn’t even a particularly sensitive spot… In fact, in many cultures, kissing was just a part of etiquette… Just a light touch on the cheek, nothing to make a fuss about, right?
Like being captured by gravity, pulled by an irresistible gravitational force.
The young man lowered his eyes and leaned in.
Soft, warm lips pressed against the skin near the wound.
Just one touch, then away.
As gentle as the landing was, the retreat was just as swift.
Like a feather brushing past the tip of the nose, a snowflake landing on eyelashes—in just an instant, it disappeared easily, having no impact on the world whatsoever… not even leaving a trace—just as Wen Jianyan had expected from the start:
Harmless.
Suddenly, like a spark falling into a pile of dry firewood, a loud boom erupted. Something seemed to snap in the air that had already been stretched to its limit.
Wen Jianyan wasn’t sure what happened. He only felt the grip on his arm suddenly tighten. In an instant, the original distance was completely eliminated.
Those golden eyes were like molten lava pouring towards him without reservation. The areas warmed by his body temperature were suddenly no longer limited to the shoulder. His thigh was pressed by the other’s body with such force that it almost caused him pain.
A scorching fire ignited, burning chaotically and roaring loudly.
Buzz, buzz.
The sound of the phone came abruptly.
With just one sound, Wen Jianyan was pulled back from that brief, strange state. He shivered, waking as if from a dream, and quickly turned his face away:
“…Damn it.”
He didn’t know who he was explaining to:
“I have to check this… it’s from someone else… anyway, I must—”
During this process, the phone kept buzzing persistently, lingering like a ghost.
If Wu Zhu had learned anything from his past interactions with Wen Jianyan, the first rule would definitely be:
Do not push too hard.
Currently trapped in his embrace was an elusive, marvelous creature… uncontrollable by fear, uncapturable by power, and untamable by order. Like sand, the tighter you grasp, the faster it slips through your fingers.
And before disappearing, it would leave a lifelong, unforgettable sting for the delusional one.
Wu Zhu had never stopped wanting to see the other’s eyes covered in tears, voice broken, belonging to him forever, body and soul.
Binding each other tightly with chains of pain and desire… what a tempting thought.
Compared to this, the little bit of suffering that might occur was never anything.
No.
What stopped him from doing so—or rather, doing so again—was not the bone-deep sting.
But some more complex emotion.
Just like last time, when he refused the intimate act initiated by the other, preferring to have his power weakened to enter this ship, or spared no expense to consume the power he had accumulated inside the ship to snatch the other from the auction stage, it all came from the same unspeakable source.
Inside the cold cavity of his body, a tormenting, restless seed seemed to have appeared.
Endless desire and longing were still waiting for the moment to pour out, but…
Wu Zhu let go.
Just like that, Wen Jianyan backed away from the bed as if his eyebrows were on fire—but Room D was too small, so he couldn’t retreat far—he could only lean against the farthest wall, his collar a bit messy. With trembling fingers, he fumbled in his pocket twice before fishing out the buzzing phone.
He took a deep breath before looking down at the phone.
The persistent ringing was from the team group chat.
“What do we do? There seems to be something outside the door…” The first message was from Ma Qi.
Attached was a crying emoji.
The second message came from Kong Wei:
“Yeah, I heard it too. There really is.”
About seven or eight seconds later, Wen Ya sent a photo into the group.
Wen Jianyan steadied himself and tapped open the image with fingers that had stabilized.
The image was shaky and blurry, as if taken by briefly sticking a camera through the door crack and immediately retracting it.
In that image, tilted at a thirty-five-degree angle, a pitch-black figure could be vaguely seen standing in front of a cabin door in the corridor, wearing a mask of the same color with no features.
Wen Jianyan’s pupils contracted.
It was a Tenant!
More critically, in the background of the photo, it was clearly visible that there was more than one Tenant in this corridor. All of them stood silently in place, waiting for something unknown.
“They don’t seem to have any intention of attacking,” Wen Ya sent another message immediately. “I observed for a while; they’re just standing there.”
Chang Feiyu also quickly sent a message: “That’s correct. The item I just activated didn’t sense any danger either.”
Just standing at the cabin door but doing nothing?
“…” Wen Jianyan held the phone, seemingly lost in thought.
He looked at Wu Zhu: “Do you know what’s going on with the Tenants outside?”
Now that things had returned to Wen Jianyan’s familiar territory, he became adept again.
Wu Zhu shook his head.
“They have nothing to do with me, and I cannot communicate with them. At most, I can only occupy their shells, but I cannot know their choices or reasons.”
“I see.” Wen Jianyan nodded.
A few seconds later, he typed a reply: “Understood. Although this floor shouldn’t fall tonight, still be extra careful.”
Ma Qi: “Copy that!”
After sending the message, Wen Jianyan put the phone back in his pocket.
He looked up, meeting Wu Zhu’s eyes gazing at him.
The control he had just regained by dealing with business seemed to be teetering again.
Wen Jianyan pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to steer the topic back to a familiar field:
“Uh, if your wounds can’t be healed on the cruise ship, what about leaving the cruise ship? Is that okay?”
Wu Zhu: “Mhm.”
The cruise ship was a closed entity. Being inside it, his power was greatly suppressed, which was why this situation occurred. As long as he left this instance, healing would just be a matter of time.
“In that case, what we need to do next is clear, isn’t it?” Wen Jianyan took a deep breath. “That is to end this instance as soon as possible—this is what we both hope to see.”
“As for the specific details, we can wait until tomorrow to discuss.”
Before leaving, Wu Zhu leaned forward, seeming to want to ask for another kiss, but Wen Jianyan immediately took a step back, refusing the approach with a heart of stone: “You should go, and my livestream is still…”
…On.
The expression on Wen Jianyan’s face froze for a moment.
Right.
His livestream is still on.
In the “Integrity First” livestream room chat:
“…”
“……………………”
“Haha, so you remember.”
For the audience in the livestream room, the past ten minutes had been like an exhilarating rollercoaster ride.
The livestream room was in chaos.
Arguments, hopping mad reactions, confusion—it was all there.
A large amount of content not conforming to community speech guidelines was censored into asterisks. It was a chaotic scene where one party finished singing, and another came on stage; the chaotic battle didn’t stop for a moment.
From “Wait?”
[Bros, aren’t you guys being a bit ambiguous?]
[Is the first thing you allies say when meeting ‘take off your clothes’?]
To “Holy sh*t?”
[Wait a minute, what’s up with that wound?]
[I’m dumbfounded. No… is the other side a bit too in love?]
Finally, when the scene of the anchor lowering his head to kiss his “ally’s” wound appeared on the screen, the entire livestream room exploded. The number of bullet comments approached record peaks. Countless question marks and exclamation marks covered the screen densely, leaving no gaps.
[Ahhhhhhh no, no, I, ahhhhhhh!! Ah!]
[No, no, what’s going on? Was your relationship like this before? You guys didn’t play like this before!!!]
[Hate! I hate it so much! It was fine when you were just baiting and giving benefits to the audience before, but don’t tell me you guys actually developed feelings!!! I won’t allow it!!]
[Wait, what’s happening? What was the situation between these two before? Can someone sync me up!]
[Livestream Clip 1]
[Livestream Clip 2]
[Livestream Clip 3, 4, 5…]
Viewers sent multiple clips into the livestream room one after another—remember, this wasn’t a free function, but required spending a large amount of points to do—the chat room was filled with calls of “Daddy,” and viewers thanked the big spenders for their selfless contribution.
[Holy sht thanks Resource Daddy!]
[Holy sht thanks Resource Daddy!]
Amidst the massive chaos and flame wars, a small number of fringe comments secretly popped up:
[Finished watching the clips. Now I just want to ask two questions: First, what kind of damn ally is this? Second… am I really the only one who subtly ships it?]
After driving Wu Zhu away, the taut nerve in Wen Jianyan finally relaxed.
He didn’t turn off the livestream—on one hand, it was meaningless now; on the other hand, he didn’t have the courage to face this matter yet.
“…”
Wen Jianyan stared blankly at the ceiling with strange water stains seeping from it, his face stern and expressionless.
The scenes that just happened flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, every minute and every second screaming:
“Stupid!”
First of all, Wu Zhu was playing the victim just now.
Very obviously, irrefutably.
His acting was clumsy, his methods childish, and his design stupid—it was almost heinous. Even an eight-year-old would disdain using such tricks because they would be seen through easily.
Wen Jianyan knew this perfectly well.
But he still leaned down and kissed his wound.
The taste of blood seemed to linger on the tip of his tongue, hot and scalding, burning him into agitation.
Looking back now, even Wen Jianyan didn’t know why he had cooperated so easily at the time.
Maybe it was that glaring wound, maybe it was the extraordinary cooperation the other party showed in entering this instance, maybe his subconscious knew that doing so would tie the other party tighter, making him more willing to work for him—after all, this instance would only get more dangerous—
Maybe the lights were too dim just now, maybe it was a momentary confusion on the edge of passion, maybe it was just the other’s damn good looks, and he was inevitably a visual creature…
Maybe…
Maybe it was something else.
Wen Jianyan didn’t know the answer to this question, but some instinct told him that this might be very dangerous.
In the long mutual deception, confrontation, and secret alliance between them, something that was originally a clear bottom line seemed to have been blurred bit by bit, turning into some ambiguous, murky gray area.
Something was spoiling, crossing the line, struggling to go beyond control.
“…………”
Wen Jianyan slowly closed his eyes, rolled over heavily, and smashed his head forcefully into the pillow, making a dull thump.
Lust! Makes! One! Lose! Their! Mind!
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Author’s Note:
Both my babies are learning how to love someone (wiping tears).
I love this development so much, they’re in love