Chapter 45 Part 3

“So fierce... Is he fierce?” Miao Jiayan looked at the public chat, which was filled with comments about how the person who just spoke sounded fierce. “He's just like that.”

As soon as Chen Chao opened his mouth, the young girls could naturally tell it wasn't Jiang Xun. Brother Xun always spoke with a chuckle, his voice carrying a hint of natural flirtatiousness.

—Ahhh, don't be fierce to my wife!

—Who's that next to him, go away! Bring Brother Xun back!

—I don't like him!!!

Miao Jiayan thought to himself, a moment ago you were all saying “the rose field was amazing,” and now you don't like him anymore.

He said with a smile, “He's really not fierce, he's always been like this.”

Chen Chao was right next to him, so Miao Jiayan couldn't say too much, nor could he say how great he was, as that would sound like he was saying it for Chen Chao to hear.

The public chat wasn't buying it, forbidding others from being fierce to their “wife.”

After listening for a while to people going on and on about him being fierce, Chen Chao suddenly said, “Just have your chat, stop trying to stir things up.”

Miao Jiayan didn't expect him to speak and was a little stunned.

“Fierce or not, it's not like I'm being fierce to you. Don't be so dramatic,” Chen Chao added.

Miao Jiayan couldn't help but laugh. He said to his phone, “That's it, you've provoked Brother Chao.”

The public chat was filled with all kinds of comments. Some said the fans were “glass-hearted,” others said this Brother Chao had a bad temper.

Later, Miao Jiayan sat on a spread-out tent mat. The viewers said they couldn't see him clearly, so Miao Jiayan set up the fill light he had brought.

—The moment I see Yanyan sitting cross-legged like that, I'm reminded of that picture.

...

—Is the person above talking about the one where he's sitting on his lap?

...

—Sitting on lap. Slurp slurp!

Miao Jiayan didn't dare to read this out loud. Chen Chao was outside talking with Xiao Kai and the others. Miao Jiayan looked at his back and said, “Do you all like that set of photos?”

—Of course, that's our white moonlight!

—11111

—That set of photos made you my wife forever.

Jiang Xun hadn't paid any attention to Miao Jiayan's stream all evening. Now that he was idle with nothing to do, he opened the stream to watch occasionally.

Ding Wentao asked him, “Why do you want to do this?”

Jiang Xun smiled and said, “I get to look at beauties.”

Ding Wentao pursed his lips. “That doesn't sound like a proper reason at all.”

He and Jiang Xun were sitting on another tent mat. Miao Jiayan's stream on his phone served as background noise, which, combined with the live version of him behind them, could even create a reverb effect.

After a while, Chen Chao also came over. He sat down and said, “What's the difference between here and the yard at home?”

“Isn't it more open here?” Jiang Xun lay down. After the rain, the clouds had all scattered. The air was clean, and the stars were very clear.

Chen Chao glanced down at Jiang Xun's phone, which was on the stream, and asked, “What time is he streaming until?”

“Probably until the number of viewers drops,” Jiang Xun said.

The public chat was all talking about that photo set. Before putting down his phone, Chen Chao saw a comment at the top that said—

The eyes can't lie, wifey. You like him.

Miao Jiayan said, “Let's not talk about this anymore, okay? Let's talk about something else.”

Chen Chao put down his phone and also lay down. The mat wasn't long enough, so both his and Jiang Xun's legs were on the grass. When Ding Wentao saw them both lying down, he wanted to as well, but there was no room left.

The water on the grass dampened his pants. For some reason, the damp sensation made Chen Chao think of the photos the public chat had been talking about.

The two of them sat in the Chinese rose field, looking at each other. Brother Di had said it was the last set.

Miao Jiayan was shivering in front of Chen Chao. They were very close.

“One more set.” Brother Di clearly hadn't had his fill of shooting and said to them.

“No more,” Chen Chao said uncooperatively, wanting to stand up.

“Last set, last set,” Brother Di insisted. “We'll leave as soon as it's done.”

So, Chen Chao suppressed his temper and sat back down.

Miao Jiayan looked back at Brother Di, not knowing what he wanted.

Brother Di's face was hidden behind the camera, and he didn't say anything to him.

The trajectory of the shoot so far had been Brother Di asking them to get closer and closer.

Miao Jiayan hesitated for a moment, then stood up, closed his eyes, and sat sideways on Chen Chao's lap. Chen Chao was sitting cross-legged, and Miao Jiayan sat on one side.

“Feet,” Brother Di reminded him.

Miao Jiayan then tucked his feet in, placing them on Chen Chao's inner ankle. Shot from the front of Chen Chao, Miao Jiayan's back was slightly arched as he was quietly held in the boy's embrace. He was small, exuding a contradictory aura of fragility and composure.

“Look at him,” Brother Di said.

So, Miao Jiayan raised his head and looked at Chen Chao with concentration.

They were very close, close enough.

Miao Jiayan's shoulder was pressed against Chen Chao's chest, and Chen Chao could feel him trembling. His lips moved, but no sound actually came out. Lip-reading, he had called out, “Brother Chao.”

His eyes seemed to hold the sea, clear and deep.

Chen Chao was originally looking into his eyes, but after more than ten seconds, he looked away.

“Beautiful.” Brother Di ended the day's work with a word of praise for them.

Miao Jiayan got up with his head down. Chen Chao stood up, silently turned, and walked away first.

That was the first time Chen Chao couldn't meet Miao Jiayan's gaze.