Chapter 252 The Twenty-Third Day of Entering a Restricted Novel

Chapter 252: The Twenty-Third Day in the Restricted Novel

Time slipped by quietly, and the city skyline outside the window had seen countless sunrises and sunsets. Before they knew it, half a year had passed.

The space in An Yi's apartment that was once his alone had long since been quietly taken over by traces of another person.

By the entrance, two pairs of men's slippers in matching styles sat side by side.

On the living room sofa, a thin blanket printed with cactus patterns was thrown over, clashing with the room's decor, yet oddly fitting in.

On the bookshelf, alongside those weighty volumes on economics and history, some hefty books with titles like "Frontiers of Materials Science" and "Introduction to Condensed Matter Physics" had squeezed in, their spines decorated with tags in different colors.

The afternoon sun was perfect, lazily filtering through the sheer curtains and casting warm patches of light across the living room floor.

It was his day off. An Yi closed his book and lounged back into the sofa, resting his eyes lazily.

He wore soft white loungewear, collar slightly open, showing off the elegant lines of his collarbones. Sunlight cast a small shadow under his long lashes, his expression relaxed.

Chu Chen poked his head out of the study. Seeing An Yi lounging on the sofa, he immediately set down what he was holding and walked over briskly.

He naturally sat down next to An Yi, pressing close, then wrapped an arm around An Yi's waist, rested his chin in the crook of An Yi's neck, and took a deep breath.

"An An..." he murmured softly, his voice carrying a needy, nasal tone, his warm breath brushing against An Yi's ear.

An Yi didn't open his eyes, just leaned back slightly, sank deeper into the sofa, and let out a vague hum: "Mm."

Half a year of living together had long made this level of intimacy as natural as breathing.

It wasn't until last month that he had fully moved in.

Chu Chen's initial cautious hesitations and inner conflicts born from the rules had long since turned into a natural closeness and dependence, thanks to An Yi's consistent indulgence and guidance.

Hearing the response, Chu Chen nuzzled contentedly against An Yi's neck. The skin there was smooth and delicate, carrying An Yi's unique, crisp scent, which he found utterly intoxicating.

He tightened his arm around An Yi's waist, his lips unconsciously brushing against An Yi's neck, leaving a faint, tingling sensation.

An Yi, tickled by the nuzzling, shifted a little and finally opened his eyes, turning his head to look at him.

At this close range, he could clearly see Chu Chen's slightly curled lashes and his own reflection in those clear, bright eyes.

"Disturbing my rest, huh?" An Yi's voice was husky and lazy from just waking, his tone rising slightly at the end.

He raised a hand, his fingertips gently tracing Chu Chen's brow bone, the motion tender.

Chu Chen, tickled by the touch, shrank back a little but didn't pull away. Instead, he met An Yi's gaze. "I want to be close to you."

With that, as if drawn by An Yi's lips so close, he slowly leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his soft mouth.

A brief touch, then he pulled away quickly.

Then, as if remembering something, he snickered to himself, secretly delighted.

An Yi watched him, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Of course, he knew what he was so gleeful about.

Chu Chen had started preparing to propose a month ago. An Yi had noticed from day one but simply pretended not to know.

He hadn't paid attention to what Chu Chen was planning either, choosing to save the surprise for the day Chu Chen had mentioned.

But... it had already been over a month. Why was it taking so long?

Hopefully, he wasn't planning anything over the top.

He reached out, cupped Chu Chen's cheeks, his fingertips sinking into the soft, slightly curled hair, and deepened the kiss.

Chu Chen, following the momentum, easily parted An Yi's lips, their tongues tangling together.

The air seemed to heat up instantly.

The sunlight was still bright, but it seemed to carry a scorching intensity.

Chu Chen's arms tightened unconsciously, pulling An Yi deeper into his embrace.

Their breaths mingled, and the sound of their heartbeats was loud in the quiet living room.

Only when both were slightly breathless did Chu Chen pull back a little, resting his forehead against An Yi's, breathing unevenly.

He looked into An Yi's eyes, which were hazy with moisture and lingering amusement.

So beautiful.

Chu Chen's cheeks flushed red, his gaze dazed, as if drunk. He could only follow instinct, holding An Yi even tighter, burying his burning face in the crook of An Yi's neck, murmuring in a small, slightly aggrieved voice: "An An..."

An Yi hummed a low response, his fingers still lazily combing through the curls at the back of Chu Chen's head.

He could feel the heat radiating from the body in his arms and a certain hidden quiver.

The sunlight crept across the window frame, stretching the shadows in the room, the atmosphere warm and perfectly ambiguous.

An Yi said nothing more, just supporting himself on Chu Chen's shoulder as he slowly stood up.

Chu Chen instinctively stood up to follow, his gaze still dazed as it trailed after him.

An Yi took his hand, lightly scratched his palm with a fingertip, and winked at him.

Chu Chen smiled with pressed lips, then led An Yi by the hand across the living room toward the bedroom.

The bedroom door was pushed open gently, then silently closed, shutting out the daylight, leaving only warmth and intimacy inside.

The soft mattress dipped slightly under the weight of their embracing figures.

Gentle kisses fell on his brow, eyelids, the tip of his nose, and finally covered those lips again—more lingering, deeper, carrying a burning urgency.

Clothes slipped off unnoticed at some point, piling messily at the foot of the bed.

The curtains were fully drawn, leaving only a thin sliver of light through which the blue sky's sunshine filtered, faintly outlining the tangled figures on the bed.

Gasps and suppressed whimpers wove together in the darkness, along with the faint rustle of skin against skin.

It was a whispered symphony meant for lovers only.

Chu Chen's movements weren't as cautious as his personality suggested; instead, driven by surging emotion, they became urgent.

An Yi remained accommodating throughout, offering soothing kisses and deeper embraces whenever those clear eyes welled up with emotion and looked at him helplessly.

The sunlight on the living room floor gradually shifted, and the city's noise outside the window seemed sealed off in another world.

In the bedroom, only the steady rhythm of their intertwined breathing remained, along with the lingering, tender warmth in the air.

Chu Chen placed a kiss on An Yi's forehead, his arm around An Yi's waist.

An Yi chuckled at him, gently tugging Dr. Curly's cheek.

Chu Chen buried his face against An Yi's chest, his voice muffled: "Can we do it again~~"

An Yi lay on his side, using the faint light from the window to look into the man's eyes, his fingertips gently brushing aside the damp curls stuck to his forehead.

He lowered his head, pressing a feather-light kiss to Chu Chen's smooth forehead: "Of course~, my Dr. Curly."

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