RSDH CH13

7:30 AM the next morning.

Beep!

The livestreams of All the Way With You launched simultaneously across four rooms.

In the room named [Lü Ye Shu Huai], a massive wave of bullet comments surged in instantly.

“Hiii! Good morning! Couldn’t wait to see my Teacher Duan and President Cheng!”

“Faint, I don’t even wake up this early for 8 AM classes, and it’s the weekend.”

” Lü Ye Shu Huai: What kind of social death tricks will we play today?”

“Hahahahaha was President Cheng okay last night? If it were me, I would have fled the planet overnight.”

“Curious, did Teacher Duan touch the donkey d*ck later?”

“Retract that quickly! Teacher Duan will explode if he sees it!”

“Where are they? Why can we only see a door in the shot?”

In the other three livestreams, the rooms were dim with blackout curtains drawn; the guests were still sleeping.

Only Cheng Duzhou and Duan Xingye’s feed was bright, but all that could be seen was a door. Upon substituting into the viewpoint, everyone felt like they had been dumped in the hallway.

Just as the audience was wondering, the door opened. A pair of long legs came into view, and the tall physique already indicated who the arrival was.

The technician, who had been sitting at his workstation backstage for a while, spoke up at the right moment: “Teacher Cheng… um… please put me back.”

Bullet comments: Hahahahahahaha! Technician bro: Humble.jpg

Cheng Duzhou picked up the camera, and the audience saw a handsome face not yet fully awake. His hair was slightly messy without styling, bangs drooping over his eyelids. Lacking the steady dominance shown in official footage, a clean and vibrant boyishness hit everyone in the face.

The bullet comments screamed.

Cheng Duzhou didn’t speak. He carried the camera back into the room and placed it back on the decorative cabinet.

Through the thin morning light, Duan Xingye could be seen on the bed, hugging the quilt with half his face buried in the soft, sunken pillow. His skin was snow-white and translucent, his profile serene. The line from the tip of his nose to his chin was clear and tight, appearing very gentle due to his excessive delicacy.

“Seeing you like this, I’m not sleepy anymore!”

“Quickly kiss Sleeping Beauty awake!”

Cheng Duzhou couldn’t see the comments right now, but he intended to wake Duan Xingye up anyway.

He walked to Duan Xingye’s bedside and nudged him. “The camera is back. Be mindful later.”

Duan Xingye frowned slightly, like two small flakes of snow suddenly falling from a pear blossom tree in a winter morning—breaking the tranquility but causing no disturbance.

Cheng Duzhou reached out and pinched his cheek. “Get up.”

Duan Xingye’s brows furrowed deeply. The pear blossom tree experienced an avalanche. A nasal whimper wound through eighteen turns, full of resistance, as he buried his face into the quilt to escape.

“Mommy, who is that milky whine trying to kill with cuteness!!!”

“Teacher Duan slays me TAT”

“Ao ao ao! Teacher Duan is actually really good at acting spoiled!”

“…Phantom limb hardened, who understands.”

Cheng Duzhou’s sleepy eyes revealed a faint smile. Taking the opportunity, he tugged at Duan Xingye’s ear exposed outside the quilt, then went out to make breakfast.

The gathering time set by the production team was 8:30 AM. Since they had packed their luggage last night, the morning wasn’t too rushed.

Approaching 8:00 AM, Cheng Duzhou entered the room to change clothes and mentioned casually, “Duan Xingye, which set of lotions did you pack for me?”

Both Cheng Duzhou and Duan Xingye were born with good foundations and were only twenty-four years old. However, as artists, they paid more attention to skincare than ordinary men. When Cheng Duzhou passed the storage cabinet just now, he opened it to check and found that not a single set of his unopened skincare products was missing.

Duan Xingye’s consciousness slowly awakened, and with the memory, his sobering speed accelerated.

After a long while, a muffled sentence came from under the quilt: “Didn’t pack any.”

Cheng Duzhou: “…”

Duan Xingye was awake now, dawdling as he propped himself up. “Did you pack some for me?”

Cheng Duzhou said, “I did.”

Duan Xingye: “You use mine.”

Once the guests’ luggage was packed, adding items was not allowed.

It had to be this way.

Cheng Duzhou went into the walk-in closet.

Duan Xingye leaned against the headboard to wake up fully.

After a while.

A voice came from the closet: “Did you pack a towel?”

Duan Xingye opened his eyes, his expression blank for two seconds, and replied: “No.”

Silence.

Another moment later.

“Charger.”

Duan Xingye’s eyes darted around, his body sliding down a few inches. “…No.”

“Thermos cup.”

Duan Xingye continued sliding. “…No.”

“Slippers.”

“N… no.”

“Pajamas.”

Duan Xingye lay completely flat, no longer making a sound, only his black and white eyes rolling around. “…”

The audience was amused:

“I’m watching Teacher Duan gradually realize the problem and gradually panic.”

“How come you didn’t pack anything, baby? Aren’t these travel essentials?”

“Half an hour before departure, President Cheng has gone autistic.”

“Hahaha expert at pitting his husband. Looking at it this way, Teacher Duan is a bit clumsy.”

“Because he’s a beauty, being a bit of an idiot doesn’t matter.”

Cheng Duzhou came out, already changed into outdoor clothes.

He leaned against the door frame and asked, “What did you pack for me?”

Duan Xingye’s two claws clutched the edge of the quilt. “Change of clothes.”

“What else?”

“…Like what?”

“…”

In other words, not just towels, chargers, and thermos cups—he hadn’t packed a single necessity for living away from home.

No wonder the staff member muttered “So light” when picking up the suitcase last night.

Cheng Duzhou took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, walked over, knelt on one knee by the bed, cupped Duan Xingye’s face, and pressed the back of his head into the pillow. His voice was slightly gritted: “Having you is my blessing!”

“…”

The bullet comments went crazy: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

…

There was no one under the camera in the [Yellow Peach] livestream room; both Tao Ziyi and Huang Liang were in the bathroom.

Tao Ziyi sat on the toilet lid, peeking at Duan Xingye’s livestream on his phone. Seeing the viewer count was double his own, his tone became involuntarily sour. “Just watch. The audience finds it fresh and fun now, calling him a ‘clumsy beauty.’ Wait until Duan Xingye makes a few more mistakes, and everyone will start despising him for being stupid.”

Huang Liang was washing his face and said, “He has low EQ to begin with, and now he’s stupid too. Doesn’t that just set you off perfectly?”

Tao Ziyi hissed, brainstorming. “Then during the missions later, if you have any good ideas, tell me first. Let me say them so I can establish a high-IQ persona.”

Huang Liang said, “Of course I’ll help you. Besides, you are smart.”

Tao Ziyi felt better and exited Duan Xingye’s livestream.

Huang Liang continued to flatter him. “If you weren’t smart, could you have pushed Duan Xingye out and become the company’s number one brother?”

Unexpectedly, Tao Ziyi’s face darkened, and he kicked him. “What are you saying? Are you praising me for being smart or calling me sinister? Hurry up and wash!”

Regardless, the couple hit it off, full of confidence in surpassing their rival couple during the official recording.

Before departure, Cheng Duzhou communicated with the production team, asking if he could add a few items to his luggage.

Their follow director, Old Xu, a robust man in his thirties, sympathized but said, “President Cheng, can’t do it. Rules are rules.”

The mission rules of All the Way With You were strict. Sometimes they didn’t even want guests to pass the tests smoothly because that created entertainment value.

Just like this task of packing each other’s luggage, it tested the guests’ care and attention to detail toward each other. If essentials were missing, it would depend on how the guests solved it later.

Duan Xingye sat in the car waiting, knowing he had screwed Cheng Duzhou over. Thinking Cheng Duzhou would confront him later, he tensed his small face in anticipation.

A moment later, Cheng Duzhou got in the car but said nothing.

The car drove on the way to the airport. The filming location this time was Meishan, a seaside city on the northern edge of the tropics.

Cheng Duzhou finished handling messages on his phone and asked, “Have you been to Meishan?”

Duan Xingye’s face was turned toward the window, his neck twisted for a long time. Hearing this, his expression went silent for a moment.

There was not a trace of resentment in Cheng Duzhou’s tone, and the topic didn’t touch on the luggage. It seemed he had no intention of making things difficult for him.

The spikes all over Duan Xingye’s body gradually softened. He dallied a bit before looking at the person beside him. “Never been.”

“I went once while filming, but I didn’t go onto the island.” Cheng Duzhou pulled up the memo on his phone and typed. “Meishan’s specialty is yellow croaker, tastes very fresh. Remind me to buy some before we return to send to your grandpa.”

Duan Xingye felt a guilty warmth in his heart. He pursed his lips and lowered his head. “Oh.”

Cheng Duzhou put away his phone, turned to look at him, and asked, “Why the sour face early in the morning?” As he spoke, he reached out and pinched Duan Xingye’s smooth cheek. “Did you not wake up properly?”

Duan Xingye felt the pinched spot burn and brushed Cheng Duzhou’s hand away with feigned impatience. “Stop pinching my face!”

He didn’t even know when Cheng Duzhou developed this habit. In the past, he never got handsy with him.

“Oh.” Cheng Duzhou pinched him again while he was off guard, then retracted his hand.

Bullet comments:

“Haha President Cheng has itchy hands.”

“I want to pinch Teacher Duan’s face too sob, looks so soft and smooth.”

“Teacher Duan doesn’t seem in high spirits. Is he really not awake?”

…

Arriving at the airport, the luggage had long been checked in by the production team. Cheng Duzhou and Duan Xingye brought almost nothing but their phones and IDs, light and unburdened. After getting their boarding passes, they entered security.

While the two were queuing, the camera crew was behind them, separated by a barrier.

Duan Xingye saw the camera pointed at them from afar, but Director Old Xu was directing the team to pack up equipment, paying no attention to this side.

He tugged at Cheng Duzhou’s sleeve.

Cheng Duzhou turned around.

Duan Xingye stood on tiptoe, leaned his lips close to Cheng Duzhou’s ear, and whispered, “The missing stuff… I’ll buy it for you quietly on the way.”

Duan Xingye assumed the camera was far away, but he didn’t account for the microphone clipped to his collar.

The sound was completely captured in the livestream.

“Ahhhhhhh Teacher Duan is too sweet!!!”

“I was wondering why his face looked wrong after getting in the car. Turns out he was holding this in his heart the whole way.”

“Tsundere monster! Clearly feels sorry but pretends not to care!”

“Wuwu, they are so good. Facing Teacher Duan’s mistake, President Cheng didn’t take it to heart, but Teacher Duan did. They are both looking out for each other’s feelings.”

At the security check, Cheng Duzhou turned his face slightly, meeting Duan Xingye’s eyes at close range—black, filled with moist luster, looking at him seriously.

Cheng Duzhou’s eyes darkened. A rare impulse for intimacy arose, and he reached out to hug Duan Xingye.

Duan Xingye was startled. “What are you doing!”

Ignoring his pushing, Cheng Duzhou sighed and said, “You’re so good today, let me hug you.”

“?”

The bullet comments filled the screen with screams again.

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Author’s Note:

Teacher Duan: I am a tough character, please have some self-respect.