The Academic God Becomes an Internet Sensation After Joining a Dating Show - Chapter 84 - Kissing in the Car

The car interior was dim, moonlight streaming in from outside, softly illuminating their faces.

The lisianthus were beautiful—delicate white petals in elegant packaging, green ribbons echoing the foliage among the blooms. Yet the wrapping was crumpled by a hand reaching up.

Qing Lin tilted his neck, unsure where to place his hands. His fingers fumbled and tugged at the flowers, shaking loose several leaves.

Shen Xuzhi kissed Qing Lin’s neck, satisfied with the strawberry marks he left behind.

“Stop biting me…” Qing Lin’s eyes glowed red. “If you want to kiss me, just do it…”

His shirt had been pulled up to his chest. Shen Xuzhi lowered his head to kiss his stomach, covering it with dense, wet kisses. Qing Lin’s whole body tingled, his nerves taut.

“Qing Lin.” Shen Xuzhi murmured his name. “I like you.”

“We’re together now, right?” Shen Xuzhi asked, biting his ear.

“…Mm.” Qing Lin, already overwhelmed by his touch, managed to respond. “What else could it be?”

“Could you say something nicer?”

Qing Lin’s face flushed crimson, his lips pressed together so tightly they hurt. He simply couldn’t find the right words.

Shen Xuzhi’s hands were beautiful to begin with, but right now, they held a visual intensity unlike anything Qing Lin had ever seen.

Right now, those long, slender fingers pressed against Qing Lin’s waist, the prominent knuckles on the back of his hand stretched taut, the shape of his fingers elongated and carrying an indescribable meaning.

Another wave of sensation washed over Qing Lin. He buried his face in Shen Xuzhi’s neck and murmured softly, “You bastard…”

“Well I’m a bastard.” Shen Xuzhi kissed him. “But that sound… wasn’t it nice?”

“…”

Qing Lin’s mind was spinning. After a long search for words, he managed to say slowly, “Mr. Shen…”

Shen Xuzhi’s hand pressed against his lower back, tightening his embrace. He kissed his neck. “I’m here.”

Qing Lin felt weak, his body yielding completely. He called out in rapid succession: “Baby, darling, boyfriend…”

“Hmm…” Qing Lin couldn’t help but arch his back, his whole body twisting forward. His voice thick with sticky moisture as he murmured into Shen Xuzhi’s ear: “Husband.”

The word was far too lethal.

Emotions churned in Shen Xuzhi’s eyes. Qing Lin felt he could see his own flushed face reflected in those dark depths.

The next moment, Shen Xuzhi lifted him up again, turning him around so he sat facing away.

Qing Lin gasped in surprise. “What are you doing now?!”

Shen Xuzhi’s one hand clasped Qing Lin’s narrow waist, the other gripped his jaw. His fingers traced Qing Lin’s lips, enveloping them in warmth.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing the nape of his neck and the tattoo adorning his waist.

This was the suppressed voice of a grown man, and Qing Lin understood it perfectly.

Beneath his palm, the man’s pulse beat strongly, its rhythm piercing through the skin to connect directly with the heart.

“Mmm…” Qing Lin couldn’t see him, his whole body felt cold, yet burning hot at the same time.

“Uncomfortable?” Shen Xuzhi held him, asking gently.

Qing Lin turned his head dazedly, his eyes brimming with tears.

When he spoke, he realized his voice was hoarse and trembling slightly. He simply brushed his lips against the person behind him and whispered, “Shen Xuzhi… I want to watch you do it.”

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Outside, cicadas chirped loudly. The suburban surroundings were open and empty, with no streetlights yet, relying entirely on natural light.

To help Qing Lin relax, Shen Xuzhi turned on the car stereo, though it didn’t help much—Qing Lin couldn’t hear anything at all now.

Soothing melodies drifted through the car. Shen Xuzhi’s gaze was fixed on Qing Lin’s skin, a delicate white tinged with crimson.

His jaw rested against Qing Lin’s forehead. He leaned down to look at him, their noses brushing lightly. He could clearly see the amber eyes beneath Qing Lin’s thick lashes.

Why was he crying again?

The thought that Qing Lin only shed tears at moments like this reignited Shen Xuzhi’s passion, stirring an involuntary surge of excitement within him.

Yet tenderness overwhelmed him more. His fingers brushed the dampness at the corner of Qing Lin’s eye, and he kissed the closed eyelids.

Shen Xuzhi couldn’t resist teasing him again: “Didn’t you say you wanted to watch me? Why did you close your eyes again?”

Qing Lin felt ashamed and turned his head away in silence, only to have his chin gently lifted back for another kiss.

Then he felt the lisianthus he’d been clutching being lifted away, its petals seeming to fall onto his body.

In a daze, he heard Shen Xuzhi’s voice, its trailing notes slightly raised, carrying a hint of languidness. The low, lingering tone wound its way up, sending tingles through his ears.

“Don’t cry. Bite the flowers.”

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Qing Lin had lost track of time. When he finally came to his senses, he found himself resting in Shen Xuzhi’s embrace.

The man patted his back like a child, soothing him until his breathing steadied.

Seriously…

Qing Lin buried his face in Shen Xuzhi’s shoulder, clinging tightly to his neck. After a moment, he angrily tried to bite his neck again, but remembering Shen Xuzhi was a celebrity who needed to look presentable on camera, he reluctantly gave up.

Shen Xuzhi found his cuteness irresistible, nuzzling and kissing his cheek repeatedly. “What are we going to do about this? Weren’t you the one inviting me just a moment ago?”

Qing Lin remained silent, resigned to his fate. All he wanted now was to hold Shen Xuzhi close.

After holding each other for who knows how long, Shen Xuzhi went to drive Qing Lin home. By the time they arrived, the person in the back seat was already asleep.

Shen Xuzhi carried Qing Lin inside, wiped him down, and tucked him into bed.

After tidying up, he kissed Qing Lin’s forehead, urging him to sleep soundly.

Shen Xuzhi walked to the living room and unlocked his phone.

Missed calls from Shen Qianyin filled the screen—five or six in total.

Seeing Shen Xuzhi hadn’t answered, she sent him a WeChat message:

[Shen Qianyin: How are you guys holding up, Xuzhi?]

[Shen Qianyin: Shen Fu is currently abroad. He heard the news and decided to return early.]

Shen Xuzhi replied.

[x: We’re fine.]

[Shen Qianyin: That’s good.]

[Shen Qianyin: Oh, and while I was checking the schedules recently, I noticed that Shen Fu hired someone to visit an old residential area in Hangzhou at the end of June.]

[Shen Qianyin: It seemed odd, so I noted the address. I’ll send it to you.]

[Shen Qianyin: Image]

Shen Xuzhi tapped the image.

The address matched Qing Lin’s rental apartment.

Just as he suspected.

He wondered how Qing Lin could have mistakenly signed the wrong contract for no reason. Someone as careful as him would never make such a slip unless something had happened.

Shen Fu had someone block his way.

Shen Xuzhi gripped the glass cup tightly, his gaze darkening dangerously.

This was meant to assert dominance over them. Shen Xuzhi had indeed been surprised that day to learn Qing Lin had signed the contract, since he had assumed Qing Lin wouldn’t show up. He had even planned to find another solution, but unexpectedly, this incident occurred.

All because of Shen Fu.

He truly deserved to be damned.

Shen Xuzhi twirled the glass as his phone vibrated again. A message arrived:

[.: Boss, everything’s ready.]

Light pooled on Shen Xuzhi’s face. In the darkened living room, only the ticking of the clock echoed.

He opened the detailed instructions, read them carefully, replied with an address, and arranged a time to pick up the items.

Shen Qianyin remained deeply concerned, sending Shen Xuzhi numerous messages.

Shen Xuzhi downed the drink in his glass in one gulp and replied to Shen Qianyin.

[x: It’ll be over soon.]

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But Qing Lin hadn’t anticipated that after finally confirming their relationship, he and Shen Xuzhi would have no time for a proper courtship.

Shen Xuzhi was forced to go on a business trip just days later. Checking Weibo, Qing Lin learned he was busy overseeing a concert tour.

Qing Lin himself was no different. After securing his spot for graduate school admission, he had numerous matters to coordinate. He also needed to complete his dual-degree credits and take on several projects to strengthen his scholarship application for graduate studies.

But overall, all these could wait until the next semester began.

Shen Xuzhi had truly lived up to his role as a boyfriend. Whenever he had a moment, he would text Qing Lin, promptly updating him on every schedule change.

In the days before his trip, he’d kissed Qing Lin good morning and good night every single day, holding him close as they slept—extremely considerate.

But… he just wouldn’t touch him.

Qing Lin was genuinely puzzled.

He even wondered if it was because he hadn’t been careful enough in the car last time—too sensitive, not going all the way—making Shen Xuzhi afraid to touch him casually anymore.

What he hadn’t anticipated was that progress had stalled, and now they were even separated by distance.

Regarding their relationship announcement, however, both had unanimously decided to keep it private for now.

The lingering heat from his pursuit of Qing Lin was proving invaluable in preparing for Shen Xuzhi’s concert. Besides, with both of them currently in the public eye, being too conspicuous would invite unwanted scrutiny.

The day after filming wrapped, Escape Room released high-definition images of Qing Lin and Shen Xuzhi in ghostly wedding attire.

The comment section erupted in frenzy—the broadcast’s spectacle was already palpable.

And then there was a little twist.

The filming for Shen Xuzhi’s upcoming movie, “Chai Lian,” wrapped up not long ago. The film is currently in post-production, with behind-the-scenes footage and on-set photos already circulating online.

But the most viral video related to this project? It’s actually Qing Lin stepping in last-minute to play a silver-haired, mute character.

Qing Lin radiated an overwhelming sense of fragility in the clip, delivering his narration with such intensity that it completely overshadowed Zhou Xinglan, the originally cast actor.

[Aaaah Linlin (heart-wrenching)]

[Goodness, this is incredible! I don’t know this guy, but his acting and looks are amazing—way better than that ZXL guy]

[Zhou Xinglan… an idol with no acting skills. Aren’t they worried he’ll ruin the show? They might as well bring in QL instead.]

[Zhou Xinglan was always just a pretty face anyway. Wonder who’s pulling strings behind the scenes to push him so hard.]

But Qing Lin had no time to pay attention to these discussions.

As the “head of the ShenLin CP fans,” Ou-ta was diligently working on his fan arts.

Orphic had recently gained fame for his artwork.

People also noticed something peculiar: Ou-ta only accepted ShenLin Qijing CP fan art commissions, rejecting all others—except for paid collaborations.

Moreover, he drew any fan art related to ShenLin Qijing, including steamy scenes, as long as it wasn’t too outrageous.

With affordable prices and high quality, Orphic has been crowned by the ShenLin Qijing CP fandom as the “the ultimate provider of sustenance for the CP’s love, clearing all obstacles like a true god”!

[Waaah Ou-ta, you’re my god!]

[Aaaah why is this steamy art so spot-on?! It’s insane!]

[You’re a deity descended to earth! My love for you defies words! Shen Lin Qijing is so lucky to have you!!]

[How did you make Shen Laoshi’s abs look so real?! Did you actually see them?! Help!]

[@QingLin @ShenXuZhi-Liam AAAAA, you have to see this!!]

Tagging them was a bit redundant, since the artist behind these steamy illustrations is none other than Qing Lin himself.

Qing Lin gazed at the freshly sketched draft, running the back of his stylus lightly over Shen Xuzhi’s abs on the drawing.

He felt a flutter of attraction.

He had seen them before, after all.

…Not only did they look good, but they also felt good.

It was already late; the clock having struck midnight. Qing Lin stretched lazily at his desk.

Though he and Shen Xuzhi still had separate rooms, Shen Xuzhi always found excuses to sneak over and sleep clinging to Qing Lin, so sharing a bed had become the unspoken norm.

Qing Lin twisted his neck and happened to notice the freshly washed pajamas Shen Xuzhi had just left on the bedside.

He stared at the garment for a long while, wondering when he’d become so perverted himself. Before he knew it, he’d picked up the shirt, tucked it into his arms, and sniffed it.

The citrus scent was so strong.

It was Mr. Shen’s scent.

In all his years, Qing Lin never imagined he’d do something so perverted and before shame could wash over him, the ringing phone startled him.

It was Shen Xuzhi.

Just as he thought of him, he called. Qing Lin hurriedly answered the phone.

“Qing Lin.”

Shen Xuzhi’s voice came through the phone, clear and pure like a summer night breeze, tinged with a hint of languidness.

Just hearing his voice stirred something within him. Qing Lin touched his nose lightly. “Mm.”

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Shen Xuzhi asked. “What are you doing?”

“I…” Qing Lin glanced at the sketch of Shen Xuzhi’s abs on his tablet, feeling a pang of guilt. “I was just about to sleep.”

He added quickly, “I did some data analysis and ended up staying up late.”

“Data analysis?”

“Yeah… I worked on it all day.”

“All day?” There was a pause before he said, “Check your WeChat.”

Qing Lin opened their chat history and immediately received a flood of images from Shen Xuzhi.

His face flushed instantly.

This… this

These were his erotic sketches for ShenLin Qijing content!

“I was gone just one day, and you’ve already produced so many masterpieces,” Shen Xuzhi chuckled softly. “My dear wife is so diligent in his creative output.”

Caught red-handed, Qing Lin was speechless.

The worst part was that he’d lied about studying, only to be caught indulging in all sorts of naughty antics. How utterly dramatic.

His heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

“Tell me, Qing Lin,” Shen Xuzhi’s voice came through the phone, hot enough to make his ears burn. “What were you thinking about while drawing these?”