Extra One: The Main Character Giving Out Candy to CP Fans

Recently, the movie emperor’s Weibo has taken on a rather peculiar tone.

V Jiang Baiqing: The sun is really nice today.

The accompanying picture shows a little cat hiding from the sun under a shadow on the street.

Movie emperor fans: Guess what the movie emperor is showing off—oh, it turns out to be Chen Chang’an’s shadow!

V Jiang Baiqing: The sea breeze is very gentle.

The accompanying picture shows a row of footprints on the beach, almost washed away by the sea.

Movie emperor fans: Alright, we now know what size shoes Chen Chang’an wears, and we also know you went to the beach with him. Is that enough?!

V Jiang Baiqing: Me and my love.

The accompanying picture is of Chen Chang’an himself, smiling widely, showing off his white teeth while eating.

Movie emperor fans: …Ahhh, my eyes hurt! Is there no one to stop this show of affection?

In contrast, Chen Chang’an’s Weibo is much more peaceful, a serene slice of life.

V Chen Chang’an: Me and my movie emperor old attack.

Chang’an fans: Holding onto the movie emperor’s thigh, giving you a thumbs up.

V Chen Chang’an: The movie emperor’s company went public, oh yeah!

Chang’an fans: Read and acknowledged, as long as you’re well, it’s a sunny day.

V Chen Chang’an: Jiang Baiqing is not home, posting a pajama selfie.

Chang’an fans: Please delete, uphold male virtue, don’t try to tempt us.

And the CP fans—it’s like they’ve entered paradise!

Browsing through the movie emperor’s Weibo, then Chen Chang’an’s, is like an emperor visiting his harem; how delightful!

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At this moment, Chen Chang’an, who was advised to delete the photo: ?!

He held his phone, his face full of question marks.

A familiar sound of a door opening came from downstairs, someone walked up the stairs, and finally opened the bedroom door.

Before Chen Chang’an could even turn to sit up, he was pulled into someone’s embrace by the waist.

Behind him was that person’s broad and strong shoulder, causing Chen Chang’an to gasp in surprise.

The scent of cedar perfume spread through the air, as if declaring ownership, gradually enveloping Chen Chang’an.

“Pajama selfie for the fans, but not for me? Hmm?” The hot breath brushed against his ear, making Chen Chang’an instinctively curl his fingers.

Chen Chang’an quietly retorted, “You can see it no matter where I post it.”

Jiang Baiqing laughed, “If you hang the photo on the door, I can see it too. Does that count? I want to be the first.”

“Since I’ve posted it, what do you want me to do?” Chen Chang’an said, giving in.

“Then compensate me.” Jiang Baiqing finally revealed his intention, his breath slightly uneven, “Let’s do something different today.”

Chen Chang’an had a vague sense of foreboding: “What kind of different do you want?”

Jiang Baiqing didn’t answer directly but said, “Chuan San has released a new piece.”

“What’s it about?” Chen Chang’an’s eyelids twitched.

Jiang Baiqing leaned in, stealing a kiss first: “Gifts, ribbons, binding.”

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Jiang Baiqing even brought back a roll of brand new ribbon.

Chen Chang’an wasn’t good at tying knots, so this task was left to Jiang Baiqing, who was receiving the gift. He constantly adjusted the position of the ribbon, gradually binding the gift into a shape he liked.

He was always considerate and gentlemanly, even at this moment, he didn’t forget to check on Chen Chang’an’s feelings: “Is it too tight? Does it hurt?”

Chen Chang’an shook his head, smiling as he licked his bright red lips: “It doesn’t hurt, it feels good.”

Jiang Baiqing cursed softly, speeding up the wrapping of the ribbon, an itch in his heart.

Soon, Jiang Baiqing completed his task, and under the bright lights, he unabashedly admired the person in front of him.

Due to arousal or perhaps shyness, Chen Chang’an’s porcelain-like skin was tinged with a slight blush, making him look heartbreakingly beautiful.

Today, Jiang Baiqing was destined not to cherish him, but still gently kissed his lips, stating without fluctuation: “When I was a child, I never received gifts.”

Chen Chang’an blinked: “Now you have.”

“Yes.” Jiang Baiqing brushed his fingers over the ribbon around Chen Chang’an’s neck, pulling it away with one hand, “Now I have.”

—

Chen Chang’an’s skin was delicate; even the slightest movement left marks that would take days to fade.

After waking up, Jiang Baiqing kissed those marks over and over again.

“Stop it, it tickles.” Chen Chang’an, still groggy from sleep, gently pushed Jiang Baiqing away.

Jiang Baiqing chuckled, as if talking to himself: “How could I fall for such a carefree guy?”

After a moment, he added: “…But it can’t be helped.”

But it can’t be helped; liking him is just liking him.

He, Jiang Baiqing, liked Chen Chang’an, to the point of being hopelessly in love.

Author’s Note:

Jiang Baiqing: Thirty years of being single and lacking love, who else treats me like a husband besides him?