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After dinner, the house grew quiet. The air carried the faint warmth of food and laughter, but now only silence lingered in the walls. Yichen's mother had gone to the guest room to rest, leaving Yichen and Zhaoyan alone.
They sat together on the bed. Zhaoyan gently cupped Yichen's face, his thumb brushing across his cheek with tenderness.
"Let's eat chocolate," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
Yichen's eyes widened, and he whispered nervously, "Zhaoyan… what are you doing? My mom is here."
"She's sleeping in the guest room," Zhaoyan replied softly.
"Zhaoyan, but…" Yichen's words trailed off, his breath unsteady.
Zhaoyan pressed a finger to Yichen's lips, his touch firm yet delicate. "Shhh."
Yichen's face flushed a deep red. His heart pounded in his chest.
Zhaoyan slowly slipped Yichen's shirt off. His fingers trailed lightly across Yichen's chest, brushing over his pink nipples. "Yichen," he murmured, voice husky, "they're so soft."
