TYMRHBDES Chapter 172

Their lips and tongues intertwined in the cramped, dimly lit stairwell.

Their scalding breaths mingled and merged.

Just a door away stood the VJ Teacher, camera in hand.

Inside, Jiang Luoluo was pinned against the door, their fingers locked together as Pei Yu kissed him senseless.

Pei Yu’s ragged breaths brushed against his face, and between gasps, his deep, magnetic voice murmured, “Wife.”

The overwhelming scent of male pheromones enveloped him, sending electric tingles radiating from her chest.

He could only tilt his head back, letting Pei Yu hold him close and kiss his relentlessly.

Like a little fox trapped in a hunter’s snare, with nowhere to hide.

Only when his eyes glazed over and his limbs grew weak did Pei Yu finally release his numb lips.

His sharp nose slid reluctantly from his soft cheek down to his collarbone, his voice husky and low:

“Wife, why do you smell so good?”

Jiang Luoluo’s face burned like it was about to burst into flames, utterly speechless.

Pei Yu held him even tighter, continuing to talk to himself:

“Wife, your lips are so soft.”

A sudden knock on the door startled Jiang Luoluo, whose eyelashes fluttered involuntarily.

“Teacher Pei, Teacher Jiang, are you both still there?”

Pei Yu, holding the soft, fragrant Little Fox in his arms, wasn’t satisfied. He leaned in and kissed the Little Fox’s earlobe.

Jiang Luoluo trembled slightly.

“Teacher Pei, is everything alright on your end?” the voice outside persisted.

Annoyed by the repeated interruptions, Pei Yu frowned, his sharp brows furrowing. He tucked Jiang Luoluo closer into his embrace, stroking his head reassuringly.

“Everything’s fine,” he said casually.

“The director’s getting impatient. If there are no issues, please return to your rooms to rest.”

Hearing this, Jiang Luoluo’s fingers twitched. He gripped Pei Yu’s muscular forearm and whispered softly, “Pei Yu, let’s go back.”

Pei Yu held the Little Fox firmly, refusing to move. “I can’t kiss you if we go back. I don’t want to go back.”

Jiang Luoluo’s face burned, but he obediently explained in a small voice, “We can… we can…”

He buried his face in Pei Yu’s shoulder, forcing himself to continue despite his embarrassment. “This afternoon, you said there were places the cameras couldn’t see…”

“Those places are gone now,” Pei Yu said coldly.

“After you finished dancing, that bastard Chen Guodong went and installed more cameras.”

Jiang Luoluo: “……”

Pei Yu, having said his piece, grew displeased again and kissed Jiang Luoluo’s lips, murmuring, “Wife.”

He grabbed Jiang Luoluo’s hand and pressed it against his body.

“I miss you so much, wife.”

“Touch me.”

“It’s so hot.”

Jiang Luoluo’s fingers recoiled instinctively, as if burned by something.

Pei Yu didn’t stop him. He pulled Jiang Luoluo into another fierce embrace and kiss before finally releasing him.

The microphone hanging from his collar swung through the air and clanged against the iron gate with a *thud*, triggering the motion sensor light to illuminate once more.

Before him stood his precious wife, his face flushed pink.

His lips were kiss-reddened, his dark lashes fluttered, and his dewy eyes shimmered with watery brilliance.

Pei Yu reached out to wipe the excessive gloss from Jiang Luoluo’s lips.

But his lips were too delicate. Even with the gentlest touch, the roughness of Pei Yu’s fingertips only made them even redder.

Paired with those misty eyes, Jiang Luoluo looked even more vulnerable, pitiful, and utterly captivating.

So tender, so fragile.

***

“What the hell is that Pei bastard doing to my wife?! It’s been ages!”

“When my precious wife was dancing, Pei Yu’s eyes looked like he wanted to devour him whole.”

“He’s out! Fuck! Why is my wife’s face so red?!”

“Waaah, my wife… Did that bastard bully you…?”

“Tonight’s long, lonely night… A man and a woman ¹ T/N: That is how the auther said it alone… Pei Yu looks so capable… How will my delicate wife ever survive…?”

“Emmm… Does the internet have no memory? Does anyone remember that Pei Yu’s whole schtick was being homophobic and avoiding gays like the plague?!”

“Fuck! I let my guard down!”

“It’s not really an act, though. Plenty of gay people both in and out of the industry have confessed to Pei Yu, and he’s even beaten up a few. Entertainment gossip accounts used to report on it all the time.”

“Honestly, who could resist my wife’s face? Becoming gay is inevitable!”

“Stop resisting, Pei Yu! You’ve already fallen!”

***

As soon as Pei Yu returned to his room, Zhang Hao slipped in mysteriously and whispered, “Brother Pei, Mr. Pei wants you to contact him.”

During the show’s filming, their personal phones had been confiscated, and they were issued sponsor-branded phones for communication.

Just moments ago, the production team had received a call from Mr. Pei. Not daring to delay, they immediately delivered the phone to Pei Yu.

In the empty room next door, Pei Yu returned the missed call:

“Dad.”

A stern voice demanded answers from the other end. Pei Yu replied calmly, “No one’s forcing me. It’s not for the show’s sake either.”

“I plan to marry him.”

The person on the other end said something, and Pei Yu frowned slightly, his sharp, sword-like eyebrows furrowing.

“It’s *my* marriage, not yours. Why should I care if you can’t accept it?”

“Enough. I’m hanging up.”

Pei Yu ended the call, tossed the phone to Zhang Hao, who stood there dumbfounded, and strode out of the room.

When he returned, he found one side of the bedsheets already bulging—his Little Fox was fast asleep.

The bedroom’s wall lamp cast a soft, golden glow, illuminating the peaceful, sweet expression of the person sleeping on the pillow.

He must have been exhausted from the day’s filming. His phone was still clutched in his palm as he slept soundly, his breathing even and deep.

Pei Yu leaned down and gently took the phone from Jiang Luoluo’s palm, locking the screen and placing it on the bedside table.

He then touched the back of his hand to Jiang Luoluo’s cheek, checking his temperature.

Feeling slightly cool, Pei Yu pulled the slipped-down blanket up to cover Jiang Luoluo’s shoulders.

The live stream chat exploded with “Aaaaaah!” messages:

“My wife looks so adorable and delicate when he sleeps!”

“Is this the first time Pei Yu’s ever taken care of someone like this? He’s so patient!”

“Confirmed: even the coldest man’s heart warms when it comes to someone he loves!”

“Pei Yu really loves him.”

“What’s Pei Yu doing? Just tucking him in? He should just rip the blanket off!”

“Why not just sleep with him?”

“!!! What kind of wild talk is that?!”

“Waaah, shouldn’t he take advantage of my wife sleeping so soundly to do something a little… *extra*? Like, you know, taste my precious wife!”

“Pei Yu! You just tugged the blanket up?! You’ve betrayed the organization’s expectations!”

“Fine, fine, just watching my wife sleep is a treat enough~”

“So, does my wife kick off the blanket and show off his thighs when he sleeps? Even better if his clothes ride up and reveal a glimpse of his snow-white waist—*huff huff*!”

***

The man on the screen pulled the blanket up, straightened his back, and gazed at the person in bed for a moment.

As if remembering something, he lifted his thin eyelids and looked directly at the camera facing the bed.

His sharp, phoenix-like eyes locked onto the camera for an instant before Pei Yu strode forward and raised his hand—

The screen went black, leaving nothing visible.

“What’s happening? Did Pei Yu turn off the camera?!”

“That damn possessiveness! He won’t even let us watch his wife sleep?!”

“Where’s the production team?! @Taste of Time Official, get him under control!!”

“Pei Yu is way too domineering!”

***

The director, jolted awake, wiped his face. “What’s wrong?”

After hearing the explanation, he sighed. “Forget it, forget it, forget it. We’ve already had enough drama for today.”

“Let’s just pretend we didn’t see anything. Play dead!”

***

The next morning, after washing up, Jiang Luoluo followed the production team’s instructions and went to the main hall with Pei Yu.

Jiang Wei and Zhou Jing were already there, surprisingly wearing matching team outfits.

As Jiang Luoluo approached, Jiang Wei used the greeting as an excuse to circle him, scrutinizing him from head to toe, front to back, with meticulous care.

Zhou Jing, more reserved, kept his gaze more subtle, but he still examined Jiang Luoluo just as thoroughly.

It was as if they were worried Pei Yu might have mistreated or taken advantage of him.

Pei Yu, noticing this, let out a soft, unconcealed scoff.

The live stream viewers erupted in laughter.

Jiang Luoluo tilted his head toward the area behind the two men. “Where’s Fang Yan? Why isn’t he here yet?”

Zhou Jing’s gaze also shifted to Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei cleared his throat, his eyes flickering slightly. “He accidentally bumped his head on the sink this morning and had to go to the hospital.”

“He won’t be able to participate in today’s filming.”

“So Teacher Zhou and I are a team.”

Jiang Wei clapped Zhou Jing on the shoulder and smiled at Jiang Luoluo. “Director Chen had a rare moment of mercy this morning and said he wouldn’t torture us anymore!”

“For the last half-day of filming, all four of us will be together! We can have some real fun!”

The final half-day of filming unfolded exactly as Jiang Wei had predicted.

The vast sandy beach at Qihai shimmered golden under the morning sun. A cool sea breeze swept in, making the atmosphere as relaxed as a vacation.

Jiang Luoluo walked barefoot on the sand, his pale feet dusted with grains. His rosy toenails, like unfurling rose petals, contrasted beautifully with the surrounding seashells, creating a scene of delicate perfection.

Pei Yu carried his shoes.

Zhou Jing held his half-finished coconut drink.

Jiang Wei carried a small plastic bucket filled with various sea creatures they had found after the tide receded:

Claw-snapping crabs, multi-legged mantis shrimp, palm-sized abalone, and vibrantly colored sea anemones…

Jiang Wei’s sharp eyes spotted something in the sand. “Over there! There’s definitely a crab here!”

Jiang Luoluo grabbed his red plastic shovel and ran over, squatting down to dig.

The rising sun cast a golden glow behind him, illuminating the strands of hair he had brushed aside with his small hand. Glistening beads of sweat dotted his forehead like morning dew on flower petals.

Moments later, he raised his arm, his slender fingers gripping the crab’s shell. A radiant smile lit up his face.

“I caught it!”

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  T/N: That is how the auther said it