14 ☪ Hot Romance 14
◎How to Treat Premature Ejaculation in Men: Three Little Tricks to Help Relieve It◎
Song Chan was stumped by the counter-question and didn’t know how to reply. The words she typed in the input box kept getting entered and then deleted.
Before she could figure out how to respond to Su Yicen, he sent over a video.
The video was very short, only seven seconds long. It seemed like he had snuck it while no one was paying attention.
Perhaps afraid of being caught, the camera shook unsteadily. It quickly panned around the site before finally landing on his icy face, which curved into a slight smile.
Song Chan recognized it—this was the location of the tourist photo Su Yicen had posted on Weibo earlier, the famous Cloud Sea Immortal Realm scenic spot in Hangnan.
The video swept over the bustling staff, all holding various filming equipment as they hurried about. Song Chan spotted at a glance that this was a variety show set.
Around the site, aside from Su Yicen, there were several other celebrities in the distance wearing the same style of sportswear as him.
At the end of the video, Su Yicen turned the camera on himself. He wore youthful, crisp sportswear, but it couldn’t hide the noble air ingrained in his bones.
The lens lingered on Su Yicen’s cool, icy face for half a second. The unintentional upward curve of his lips and the gentle gaze in his eyes drew people in irresistibly.
Song Chan zoned out for a few seconds. She started to understand a bit why Su Yicen was so popular and had so many fans.
That face of his—seductive yet dominant—looked utterly captivating when he smiled at you with such focused intensity, like a walking male fox spirit. Anyone who saw it would be enchanted.
When someone excelled in both looks and talent, their appeal far surpassed others by hundreds—even thousands—of times.
Song Chan just hadn’t expected Su Yicen to sneak a video behind everyone’s back. Compared to his usual commanding presence that intimidated without anger, this endearing contrast was rather charming.
She cradled her phone in her palms, thumb hovering over the screen, hesitating on how to reply to him.
The current Su Yicen didn’t match the image of the silent, reticent boy she’d glimpsed briefly in her childhood, nor did he resemble the aloof and noble man she’d interacted with over the past six months.
Song Chan felt like she didn’t know Su Yicen anymore—or rather, maybe she was only now starting to truly know him: the real him, arrogant and emotional, hidden deep in his heart.
Perhaps not getting a reply, Su Yicen sent two more messages.
Su Yicen: 【Miss Song, satisfied with the check-in?】
Su Yicen: 【I really am on a business trip.】
Seeing his messages, Song Chan froze. Had her earlier words sounded like she was checking up on him?
She scrolled up through the chat history and fell silent. If she really thought about it that way, it did seem easy to misunderstand.
But that wasn’t the point at all.
Song Chan: 【Mr. Su, don’t twist the issue.】
Song Chan: 【Why would I check up on you?】
Before she could finish explaining herself, Su Yicen on the other end replied quickly.
Su Yicen: 【Maybe… you’re not at ease leaving me home alone?】
How presumptuous!
Her brows furrowed as Song Chan resisted the urge to block him.
After all, she still wanted to ask him to help deal with that trending topic that kept fermenting.
She stopped beating around the bush and asked directly.
Song Chan: 【Have you seen the hot search?】
The guy on the other end seemed pretty idle right now, replying almost instantly.
Su Yicen: 【Filming the show, no time.】
He hadn’t said it outright, but the answer was obvious: he definitely hadn’t seen it.
Su Yicen seemed to have complete control of their conversation, steering it toward topics that interested him.
Su Yicen: 【Miss Song’s only worried about me—how’s your work going?】
Su Yicen: 【When are you coming back to Hangbei?】
She was the one who’d come to ask Su Yicen a question, but somehow it had turned into him inquiring about her work progress.
Feeling a bit offended, Song Chan’s replies were polite but laced with impatience.
Song Chan: 【I’ll go back when it’s time.】
Song Chan: 【No need for Mr. Su to worry about it.】
The blurred boundaries were drawn clear once more.
Song Chan stared at her chat interface with Su Yicen. Right at the top was his unmasked contact name.
If anyone saw those three big characters “Su Yicen,” #Chanyi Mianmian# would become an undeniable fact.
An inexplicable unease washed over her, and Song Chan immediately changed Su Yicen’s contact name to “Next-Door Neighbor.”
It might not make much practical difference, but at least it helped disguise things a bit.
Next-Door Neighbor: 【Miss Song can think of it that way.】
Next-Door Neighbor: 【This is just concern from your next-door neighbor.】
Seeing the chat bubble pop up from the other side, Song Chan was so startled her phone dropped onto the bed.
She started to wonder if Su Yicen had installed some surveillance device on her phone.
Otherwise, how could it be such a perfect coincidence, like they were on the same wavelength?
Song Chan suddenly remembered that during their phone call that day, when explaining his identity to her colleague, she’d used that exact term—and it seemed he’d overheard it.
“A casual remark, and he remembers it that clearly.”
To cover her guilt, she still replied to “Next-Door Neighbor” and hastily ended the conversation.
Song Chan: 【Your concern is noted. No need for it next time.】
Holding his phone, Su Yicen’s lips curved up slightly, unable to hide his good mood.
Feng Zheng glanced at him and smacked his lips, looking meaningfully at the side.
“Ooh, peacock spreading its tail.”
Su Yicen looked up, the amusement in his dark eyes fading into cold hardness. Feng Zheng put on an innocent face and pointed at a plump pigeon in the distance fluffing its tail feathers.
“Close enough as relatives.”
Feng Zheng shook his head. Looking at Su Yicen in front of him, he felt like he didn’t recognize him anymore.
The sky hadn’t even lightened yet when he got Su Yicen’s call, saying he’d taken a flying guest spot on a variety show. Feng Zheng hadn’t even processed it before the whole team arrived in Hangnan a few hours later.
Feng Zheng had thought he was dreaming at the time. Su Yicen had never done a variety show since debuting, because he hated those scripted, fake performances.
Throwing a bunch of strangers together and pretending to be besties, all under the banner of reality TV, while every guest had to stick to their assigned personas.
But Su Yicen’s reason was airtight.
He said it was a variety show invested by Producer Zhang, and he’d do a one-time flying guest appearance as compensation for missing that dinner last time.
What could Feng Zheng say? Of course he had to support it wholeheartedly.
But not even minutes after arriving, when he saw the hot search climb back to the top, Feng Zheng understood his top idol’s true intention for rushing all the way here on this “business trip.”
Feng Zheng huffed lightly. “Looks like this side will wrap up soon. Head back to Hangbei, or fly to another episode?”
Su Yicen kept a blank expression and replied offhandedly.
“One episode takes two days to film.”
“Oh—” Feng Zheng bent at the waist, hands on his knees, eye-level with Su Yicen who sat with legs crossed on the folding chair.
After the nearby staff passed by, he asked softly.
“Then once this wraps, send you to find Song Editor? Or…”
Before Feng Zheng finished, he was cut off by the hard, cold voice beside him.
“Don’t disturb her. She’s still avoiding me.”
“Just… wanted to be a bit closer to her…” The last part was so quiet only he could hear it.
Feng Zheng shook his head at Su Yicen, giving him a look that said he was beyond saving.
Who knew what exactly had happened between those two at the Film and Television Awards that night.
In any case, Su Yicen had changed since then—changed completely.
The once stern, joyless icy face that could freeze people solid now actually grinned foolishly at his phone.
Feng Zheng never imagined the top idol he’d built up would turn out to be such a love-struck fool.
And he was thoroughly enjoying it.
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【How to Treat Premature Ejaculation in Men: Three Little Tricks to Help Relieve It】
Her hand slipped and tapped into a push notification link. Seeing the title, Song Chan was left with a massive question mark.
She’d just washed her hands and was shaking off the water to close it when droplets splashed onto the screen, accidentally triggering a forward.
The previously composed Song Chan suddenly panicked, her wet fingers reducing the screen’s responsiveness.
After a flurry of frantic operations, Song Chan successfully sent that “premature ejaculation treatment” post to the “Next-Door Neighbor” she’d just been chatting with.
Song Chan: “…..”
She suddenly felt the whole world go quiet.
Her brain short-circuited for two seconds before she remembered who that “Next-Door Neighbor” was.
Ignoring her image entirely, she wiped her hands dry on her clothes and immediately withdrew the ridiculous link.
It took only a few seconds, and the link was successfully retracted.
Song Chan’s panicked heart settled back down as her tense mood relaxed.
She naively thought that in just two seconds, Su Yicen surely hadn’t seen it.
Meanwhile
Su Yicen glanced down at his chat with Song Chan.
The link that flashed by and got withdrawn was enough for him to piece it together in his mind, even if he hadn’t caught the full thing.
“Treat premature ejaculation,” “three little tricks,” “help relieve it.”
Su Yicen raised a brow, his eyes darkening, emotions unreadable.
Soon, a message from him popped up in Song Chan’s WeChat.
Next-Door Neighbor: 【Was last time not satisfactory?】
Volcanic eruption, atomic bomb explosion—neither could describe Song Chan’s current mood.
She knew the instantly withdrawn link had still been seen by Su Yicen.
Song Chan felt rooted to the spot, completely at a loss for how to react.
Maybe just play dead.
She tried to console herself, escaping this socially mortifying world.
But then another message bounced up in her chat with “Next-Door Neighbor.”
Next-Door Neighbor: 【I’ll do better next time.】
Next-Door Neighbor: 【I’ll make sure Miss Song is satisfied.】
Seeing that reply, her earlier panic and shyness vanished in an instant.
She’d never typed so fast, firing back immediately.
Song Chan: 【There won’t be a next time.】
She even attached an angry, flaming emoji.
Her uneasy heart still raced nervously, but since she’d made her stance clear, the other side stopped replying.
Song Chan was just about to put it behind her and distract herself with something else when her phone buzzed—Su Yicen had sent a voice message.
His lingering voice spoke slowly and deliberately, enunciating each word.
“How could that be?”
“Wasn’t it you who said… you were craving my body…”