TYMRHBDES Chapter 169

Jiang Luoluo’s eyes curved into crescents as he nodded.

Jiang Wei felt a pang of regret, but with the cameras rolling, he couldn’t say more.

Soon after, the staff collected their answer boards. The director scanned the names, his expression shifting from anticipation to mild astonishment.

Two pairs had actually chosen each other!

When the director announced that Jiang Luoluo and Pei Yu had successfully paired up, no one seemed particularly surprised.

But when he revealed Jiang Wei and Fang Yan’s boards, everyone—both on set and in the live stream chat—was stunned.

Jiang Wei and Fang Yan had both written each other’s names!“

What’s going on? Is my phone glitching?”

“No way! Jiang Wei always acted like he was head over heels for our Luo Luo wife, but he ended up choosing Fang Yan?!”

<i>”What’s Jiang Wei playing at? Just because he’s on the National Team, he thinks he can treat our Fang Yan like a backup plan?!”

“Hey, those calling Fang Yan a backup plan, get your facts straight! Fang Yan was the one chasing after Brother Jiang!”

“What’s happening? Didn’t Fang Yan like Pei Yu? Is this part of the show’s script?!”

***

The surprise was evident not only on the faces of everyone on set, but even on Fang Yan’s own face.

From the moment Jiang Luoluo and Pei Yu arrived, he knew those two would end up together.

Besides himself, the only remaining options were Jiang Wei and Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing was a devil in human disguise, and Fang Yan couldn’t avoid him fast enough. He also feared that if they were paired up, Zhou Jing would lose his mind again.

So he had no choice but to choose Jiang Wei.

After all, forming a team of two would generate more buzz and discussion than going solo.

But he never imagined Jiang Wei would actively write about him!

Remembering how Jiang Wei had offered to take him to the restroom when chili powder splashed into his eyes, Fang Yan began to speculate:

Jiang Wei is so attentive to me… could he secretly have a crush on me?

He had found it odd when he heard a few days ago that Jiang Wei, a member of the National Men’s Basketball Team, would be participating in the show.

Maybe he joined the show just to get closer to me!

Fang Yan began to feel smug. He waved at Jiang Wei with a restrained yet arrogant gesture, his voice sickeningly sweet: “Please take good care of me, Jiang Wei-ge.”

Jiang Wei returned a dazzling smile, a hint of darkness flickering in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Fang Yan-didi.”

After the teams were divided, the staff led the teachers to their rooms for the night.

Cameras had already been installed in the rooms, so the VJ Teacher didn’t need to follow.

Jiang Luoluo pushed open the door, and Pei Yu pulled him and their suitcases inside, closing the door behind them.

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“Hahahaha, Pei Yu, what’s the rush?! It’s broad daylight!!”

“Tsk tsk tsk, they really look like a young couple on vacation!”

“I’m genuinely worried about our precious wife! Ugh, that Pei Yu bastard is definitely going to cause trouble tonight!”

“Look at the way Pei Yu’s eyes lit up when he saw the bed!”

“Waaah, my delicate, fragrant, precious wife… how will you survive tonight…?”

***

“Why is there a double bed?” Jiang Luoluo murmured, his delicate brows furrowing slightly as he stared at the round double bed in the center of the room. “Shouldn’t there be two single beds?”

Pei Yu set down his suitcase and stood beside Jiang Luoluo, crossing his arms and nodding. “Ah, we’ll just have to make do for one night.”

Jiang Luoluo tilted his head to look at him. Though Pei Yu sighed dramatically, the amusement in his eyes was impossible to hide.

“We’re going out to eat soon. Why don’t you take a shower while we have the chance?” Pei Yu’s expression was perfectly serious, and his suggestion made perfect sense. “You must have worked up quite a sweat cooking this afternoon.”

If he hadn’t mentioned it, Jiang Luoluo might have forgotten about the clammy feeling from earlier. But now, the memory of being damp and sticky resurfaced.

But… showering in the same room as Pei Yu?!

Pei Yu seemed to sense his hesitation. “I won’t look,” he said, then pointed to the room’s camera. “We’re still live-streaming, you know.”

Jiang Luoluo blinked, his water-red lips parting slightly.

If Pei Yu was being so accommodating, insisting further would seem a bit melodramatic.

Jiang Luoluo nodded, pulled out a change of clothes from his suitcase, and went to the bathroom alone.

Half an hour later, he emerged from the shower.

Pei Yu handed Jiang Luoluo a glass of iced honey water, then took the clothes and went to the bathroom to shower.

Jiang Luoluo cradled the glass in both hands and turned on the TV. During a commercial break, an advertisement for lingerie popped up, and something clicked in Jiang Luoluo’s mind.

He quickly got up from the sofa and hurried to the bathroom door.

He tapped lightly on the glass door. “Pei Yu?”

A slightly hoarse voice answered from inside. “What is it?”

The person outside fidgeted with the doorknob, his pink lips reddened from being bitten, his cheeks flushed.

“I… I left something inside…”

“Do you need it now?” Pei Yu’s voice was low and husky, as if he was dividing his attention to speak.

Jiang Luoluo murmured a soft “Mm-hmm,” barely audible above the sound of the running water.

He raised his voice slightly. “I want to get it out.”

There was a moment’s hesitation from inside. “Should I open the door?”

Jiang Luoluo obediently replied, “Okay.”

After saying that, he added reassuringly, “Don’t worry, Pei Yu. I won’t look at you. I’ll just grab it and leave.”

The doorknob turned, and the door cracked open a sliver.

Steaming mist billowed through the gap, swirling around his ankles.

Jiang Luoluo pushed the door open and stepped inside. His eyes immediately fell upon Pei Yu’s clean, sharply defined muscles.

As if struck by lightning, he abruptly averted his gaze and hurried toward the clothes rack to retrieve his belongings.

But no matter how many times he searched, the item that should have been there was nowhere to be found.

Jiang Luoluo frowned in confusion, his delicate brows furrowing. Just as he was about to leave, an arm blocked his path.

Pei Yu’s cold, deep voice cut through the air: “Looking for this, darling?”

Jiang Luoluo instinctively glanced at Pei Yu’s palm.

There lay his discarded underwear.

The pristine white briefs were crumpled into a ball, nestled in Pei Yu’s hand. A damp patch stained the fabric, as if it had absorbed something strange.

Jiang Luoluo fluttered his eyelashes.

The thick, curled lashes, now glistening with moisture, appeared even darker and more striking, radiating a fragile, innocent beauty—pure yet pitiful.

He reached out to take his underwear.

But a sudden tightening around his waist yanked him into Pei Yu’s firm, muscular embrace.

Jiang Luoluo instinctively gripped Pei Yu’s arm, lifting his snow-white face.

Pei Yu’s wet hair and sharply defined features loomed before him, his intimidatingly handsome presence overwhelming.

Dripping water streamed from Pei Yu’s hair, cascading onto Jiang Luoluo’s cheek before trickling down his neck and disappearing beneath his collar.

The arm encircling Jiang Luoluo’s waist tightened, and Pei Yu’s dark, intense eyes locked onto him.

Like a predator who had finally captured its prey.

His little prey remained blissfully unaware, tilting his delicate face upward. His voice, softened by the damp air, was so tender it seemed to drip with sweetness:

“What are you doing, Pei Yu?”

A faint blush tinted his fair, delicate skin, as if he were shy. He playfully chided, “Why are you taking my clothes…?”

Pei Yu didn’t answer, his gaze fixed intently on Luo Luo. The intensity in his eyes was frightening, as if he wanted to burn him alive.

Beneath his fingertips, he felt the firm, slightly bulging muscles of Luo Luo’s arm flex. His large hand reached out, offering the small item in his palm to Luo Luo.

Luo Luo reached out and took it.

The tiny wad of white fabric was damp and slippery, carrying a strong, familiar scent that enveloped him.

Dazed, Luo Luo brought it to his nose and sniffed, then paused, as if comparing the scent to something in his memory.

After a few seconds, realization struck him. His face flushed crimson, and he dropped the fabric to the floor with a *thud*. His red lips trembled, too embarrassed to speak properly:

“Pei Yu! You… you… you…”

Before his eyes, Pei Yu bent down to pick up the small piece of fabric, clutching it carefully in his palm with a composed expression.

“I thought you didn’t want it anymore.”

Jiang Luoluo’s face burned so hot it felt like it was about to catch fire. His thick, dark lashes trembled incessantly, his pupils shimmering with a dewy sheen as he whispered a soft refusal:

“I really don’t want it this time.”

Pei Yu hummed softly. “Then it’s mine now.”

Jiang Luoluo was so mortified he couldn’t find the words. “What do you even want it for?!”

“I want to use it,” Pei Yu replied.

After a moment, he added with impeccable politeness, “May I use it?”

Jiang Luoluo remained silent.

Jiang Luoluo was dying of embarrassment.

Pei Yu persisted, his tone still impeccably polite. “Wife, may I use it?”

Jiang Luoluo couldn’t bring himself to look up. He lowered his gaze to Pei Yu’s broad chest, muttering softly like a kitten:

“Pei Yu, do you have no shame?”

Pei Yu raised an eyebrow. “If I truly had no shame, you wouldn’t be standing here so properly right now.”

Jiang Luoluo was about to retort when he felt a sharp poke in his lower abdomen.

He glanced down to see a certain menacing “big brother” eagerly straining against his pants.

Jiang Luoluo: “!!!”

Pei Yu chuckled deeply, his chest vibrating with amusement.

He politely asked the little darling in his arms, “Want to give it a try?”

Jiang Luoluo’s ears flushed crimson, the blush spreading down to his collarbones. He wished he could burrow into the ground and disappear.

Unfortunately, Pei Yu’s arm was wrapped tightly around his waist, making escape impossible.

Pei Yu threaded a hand through Jiang Luoluo’s hair, pulling him closer, and lowered his head to kiss those soft, tender lips.

The swirling steam enveloped them in a dense embrace, the sound of running water filling the bathroom as the heat intensified.

Pei Yu released him, stepping back slightly to wait for the person in his arms to catch his breath.

Once Jiang Luoluo’s breathing had finally calmed, Pei Yu leaned in again, kissing him until his heartbeat quickened once more.

Again and again.

After each few kisses, he would pull back to gaze at him, reluctant to part, before kissing him again.