RSDH CH38

This person really is a dog, one face in front, another behind.

Duan Xingye ignored the momentary heartbeat acceleration just now, only wanting to curse, typing quickly.

Seen: [Only know how to deceive, only know how to build a deeply affectionate persona.]

Seen: [Dare you tell the truth in front of the livestream?]

Cheng Duzhou glanced at the phone, then turned his head to look at Duan Xingye.

Duan Xingye didn’t dodge or evade, staring back at him with burning eyes.

He just wanted to point it out to his face, let the dog man see how hypocritical he is!

Staring at each other for two seconds.

Cheng Duzhou suddenly leaned close to the front camera, waving at the lens: “Hello audience friends, actually what I said just now wasn’t…”

“!”

Duan Xingye’s heart jumped out of his chest. He pounced over immediately to cover Cheng Duzhou’s mouth. Crucially, he couldn’t curse out loud; the section from his jaw to his neck turned pink from holding it in.

Cheng Duzhou was agile, grabbing Duan Xingye back and pressing him into his arms, leaning back against the seat together.

The livestream room was full of question marks.

“What did President Cheng want to say? Wasn’t what?”

“Chatting secretly on the phone again?”

“Sigh, just games between the young couple. They enjoy it; let’s not take it seriously.”

Duan Xingye couldn’t break free from the confinement. Wanting to bite someone, he took out his phone, tapping the screen loudly.

Seen: [Didn’t ask you to actually say it out loud!]

Seen: [You are shameless, but I want face!]

Cheng Duzhou suppressed the smile at the corner of his lips, holding Duan Xingye with one arm, typing on his phone with the other.

Cheng Duzhou: [You asked me to say it, and when I did, you covered my mouth. Just bullying an honest person like me.]

Honest my ass!

Seen: [Someone who quietly takes away schoolgirl uniforms has the face to call himself honest.]

Cheng Duzhou: [How can you be like this? Someone come, there’s a rascal here.]

Seen: [?]

Cheng Duzhou: [I should have recorded a video, let you see how you sat on the table with legs spread seducing me while wearing a skirt.]

The livestream saw Duan Xingye’s beautiful face rapidly spreading with red. At a glance, they knew the two weren’t chatting about anything decent on their phones.

Duan Xingye was just teasing a bit at the time, the kind where he didn’t want to take responsibility, but he definitely wouldn’t admit it.

Seen: [I said it, after this village there’s no such opportunity. And you still emphasized you weren’t a pervert.]

Cheng Duzhou: [Old Xu was right outside the dressing room. Did you insist on me fucking you until you meowed right there?]

Seen: […]

Cheng Duzhou: [I’m not stupid. Anyway, you seduced first. I kept the uniform to do you when we get back.]

Cheng Duzhou: [I want to feel good not just once, but twice, three times, four times, five times.]

Duan Xingye pursed his lips in shame and indignation.

After the divorce, he would expose these chat records and let the whole internet see Cheng Duzhou’s true face!

He couldn’t win the argument, and felt even more angry. Pressing settings, he immediately changed Cheng Duzhou’s remark name.

Cheng Duzhou glanced at Duan Xingye’s phone.

Above the chat box:

[Cheng Diao (Dick) Zhou]

“…”

Cheng Duzhou lowered his eyes, using his hand to lift Duan Xingye’s chin, making him look straight at himself.

Duan Xingye had to tilt his head high, but his gaze was untamed, full of rebellion.

Cheng Duzhou raised his eyebrows, meaning change it back.

Duan Xingye also raised an eyebrow, refusing.

Cheng Duzhou looked at Duan Xingye with a look of “Fine, let’s hurt each other.” right in front of his face, he also changed the remark name on WeChat.

Duan Xingye hurriedly pulled down his wrist to check the phone screen.

He saw Cheng Duzhou had already typed in the remark field, just hadn’t pressed confirm yet.

[Duan Sao (Slutty) Ye]

“…………”

Duan Xingye went to snatch Cheng Duzhou’s phone. Cheng Duzhou moved the phone far away, even lifting it outside the car window.

Duan Xingye hated him so much he slapped his arm.

Cheng Duzhou pursed his lips, not saying anything even if it hurt.

The livestream watched the young couple, cracking melon seeds.

“Elementary school students vibe.”

“Still so lively after growing up; how noisy must they have been as kids.”

“President Cheng is teasing wifey again. Who is smiling like an auntie? Oh, it’s me.”

The two in a stalemate looked at each other, reaching a certain tacit understanding in an instant.

Simultaneously picking up phones to change the remark names back, each taking a step back.

Besides, having such remark names was indeed ugly.

Duan Xingye was tired, simply collapsing in Cheng Duzhou’s arms, even arching his back to adjust to a more comfortable position, sending the last message.

Seen: [Keep the skirt for your own collection; it’s impossible for me to wear it.]

Cheng Duzhou looked at the message and didn’t force it. Scrolling up through the chat history, he saw the message Duan Xingye sent again: [Only know how to deceive, only know how to build a deeply affectionate persona.]

Since the camera was still on, he definitely had to say some decent reason that could be put on the table. He, Cheng Duzhou, was a decent person.

So he wasn’t intentionally deceiving.

Cheng Duzhou turned off his phone and looked out the window.

The noon sun was intense. The wind, after being baked, blew into the car with the restless temperature of early spring, brushing past Duan Xingye’s jet-black hair, bringing a faint scent of white peach.

Cheng Duzhou rested his chin lightly on top of Duan Xingye’s head, whispering, “I didn’t build a deeply affectionate persona…”

Duan Xingye’s dark pupils looked upward.

Cheng Duzhou said, “I am deeply affectionate to begin with.”

“…”

Duan Xingye felt speechless, lengthened the corner of his eye, and continued playing on his phone.

Cheng Duzhou couldn’t see, but the livestream saw it clearly.

“Hahaha! Not surprised at all; Teacher Duan has always been allergic to romance.”

The five-star hotel suite was on the top floor. Pushing open the door, it opened the eyes of the vast number of netizens.

The luxurious decoration and complete facilities in the suite were no less than a high-end apartment. Entering from the foyer, one could see not only a separate living room but even an open kitchen.

At this moment, four dishes and a soup were already set on the dining table, a reward for the guests.

Bullet comments were envious again.

” Lü Ye Shu Huai’s luck is always so good. Every time they record a show, it’s like they’re here to enjoy.”

“The chase battle at Hengyuan Mall ended. Tao Ziyi and Huang Liang hid in the stairwell the whole time, hiding until the end. Dying of laughter.”

“Wifey is spoiled and pampered, favored by God. Can sleep well tonight~”

It was almost 12:30. The two who just came in from outside were hungry. They put down their luggage and washed their hands.

An All the Way With You mission card was placed in the corner of the dining table.

Duan Xingye picked up the card while sitting down and read aloud:

“Lunch Market Stall.”

“Please research the menu, coordinate costs, and make banners and other necessary items for the stall this afternoon. Finally, use the start-up funds issued by the program team to go to the farmers’ market to buy ingredients, preparing for the lunch market at Hengyuan Mall tomorrow. Finally, the four groups of guests will win corresponding points based on the ranking of operating income.”

During the last trip to Xi Village, [Lü Ye Shu Huai] obtained the highest score in the picnic. The chief director still hadn’t stated the use of points, but getting more was definitely better in missions.

Duan Xingye wasn’t curious if there would be any reward for being first in points, only worried that if points weren’t enough, they might lose convenient conditions for food, housing, and transportation in some episode.

After lunch, the couple brainstormed in the living room about what stall to set up.

The program team only stipulated snacks; the specific project was up to the guest group.

Having just eaten, Duan Xingye was sleepy. Hugging a pillow lying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, he said, “I don’t want oily smoke; it’s bad for the skin.”

Cheng Duzhou sat by his legs, crossing out things like barbecue and fried rice from the notebook.

Duan Xingye said, “I don’t want small profits but quick turnover; I want high unit price.”

Cheng Duzhou crossed out starch sausages and cold skin noodles, etc.

Duan Xingye: “Hope I don’t have to lift a finger.”

“…” Cheng Duzhou stopped writing, turning his head to look at him.

Bullet comments:

“Hahahahaha! Delicate wifey stopped pretending!”

“President Cheng realized he might have to shoulder everything for their stall.”

“Division of labor is very clear: President Cheng works, Teacher Duan supervises. Perfect~”

Duan Xingye glanced at Cheng Duzhou: “Let’s discuss. You manage the stall; I’ll hawk for you.”

Cheng Duzhou had no objection then: “Okay.”

He didn’t care about doing more or less work, but he couldn’t do it alone. It was a mission meaningful only with joint participation.

At this time, Duan Xingye crawled weakly to the edge of the sofa, reached for the loudspeaker on the coffee table, fiddled with the switch a few times, and a beep sounded. He spoke into the loudspeaker: “Passing by, don’t miss it. Cheng Duzhou recommends with real name. Get one for yourself, bring one for friends and family.”

Cheng Duzhou: “…”

After recording, Duan Xingye pressed play.

A distorted voice with static came from the loudspeaker: “Passing by, don’t miss it. Cheng Duzhou recommends with real name—”

Duan Xingye looked at Cheng Duzhou: “How is it?”

Turns out the hawking method he mentioned was hanging the loudspeaker by the stall playing on loop.

Cheng Duzhou took the loudspeaker, beep, aimed the amplifier at Duan Xingye’s face, and said in an emotionless voice: “Duan Xingye, wake up, wake up, wake up…”

“…” Duan Xingye closed his eyes in endurance.

Bullet comments laughed until they cramped: Can you two be any more naughty!!!

Duan Xingye was finally not sleepy anymore, pulling himself together.

The result of the couple’s discussion was to make fruit mix (Shuiguo Lao). No oily smoke, easy to replicate. Adding yogurt, a single serving could be priced between twenty and thirty.

Guests setting up stalls in All the Way With You had a celebrity effect. As long as they made something, they wouldn’t worry about not selling. So next was cost control. This would wait until going to the farmers’ market in the afternoon to find reliable shops. Currently, they needed to complete the menu and promotional banner production.

Duan Xingye searched for reliable fruit mix stall videos online to study the menu.

The production team borrowed the restaurant kitchen downstairs of this five-star hotel for guests to use. Mainly because hygiene conditions met standards, reassuring the audience, avoiding suspicions that guests slacked off on cleaning ingredients before setting up the stall. Moreover, the restaurant kitchen had plenty of equipment like blenders and ovens, convenient for everyone to research dishes.

Duan Xingye even specifically called customer service and learned there was a yogurt fermentation machine in the kitchen. So he didn’t plan to buy finished yogurt later, but to make it himself. Not only controlling costs but also fresher, flavor adjustable according to preference.

Cheng Duzhou sat on the floor, a white long banner spread out in front of him. Lifting a marker, he asked, “What name?”

Duan Xingye didn’t even look up: “Just Lü Ye Shu Huai.”

Cheng Duzhou confirmed once: ” Lü Ye Shu Huai Couple Fruit Mix?”

“Sure.”

Before writing, Cheng Duzhou looked up again: “What font?”

Duan Xingye said, “Handwritten style, a bit cute, the kind with bubble effects.”

“Oh.”

Cheng Duzhou not only had good handwriting but was also adept at writing artistic fonts. He filled the banner evenly with the long stall name, completing the outline, to be colored later.

Then, he said, “What’s the slogan?”

Bullet comments discovered: Haha! President Cheng really asks for Wifey’s opinion on everything.

“…” Duan Xingye looked at Cheng Duzhou somewhat impatiently, closed the laptop, and sat beside him. “Think of it yourself. Anything is fine; don’t always ask ask ask.”

Duan Xingye picked up another pen, lowered his head, and wrote a slogan in the blank space below the banner.

Cheng Duzhou watched.

Duan Xingye wrote “Sweeter than First Love.”

He couldn’t help looking to the side.

He saw Duan Xingye’s profile serious, head lowered, black hair hanging by the fair corner of his eye, rose-colored lips slightly pursed.

Because of exquisite features and eyes black and bright, Duan Xingye had a very sweet look since childhood. But growing up, he mostly gave a lazy feeling, his expression full of arrogance when looking at people, so he wasn’t linked with “sweet”—unless he smiled defenselessly.

Duan Xingye casually drew decorative doodles around the slogan. Sensing Cheng Duzhou’s gaze from the side, he asked, “Looking at what?”

Cheng Duzhou withdrew his gaze, shaking his head: “Nothing.”

The livestream felt an inexplicably heart-moving atmosphere across the screen and shipped them again.

“He looks at you so sweetly!”

“President Cheng still peeks at Wifey from time to time even now.”

“These two are each other’s first love. What fruit mix can be sweeter than them? Impossible! False advertising!”

“Report on March 15th!”

“They got married on March 15th. Reporting on the day, how bamboo shoots (sarcastic/mean).”

…

At 4 PM, all guests gathered at the largest local farmers’ market.

As soon as Cheng Duzhou and Duan Xingye appeared, Jiang Li and Wu Enqi led the applause, making “Woo~ woo~ woo~” teasing sounds.

Jiang Li said, “Deserved, truly deserved!”

Wu Enqi shouted, “Convinced wholeheartedly!”

Obviously, other guests knew what the couple’s outfits were in the morning chase battle. Because not only on Weibo, they hit number one on Bilibili’s trending list. Just a few hours passed, and that Kiyomi finger dance video had nearly ten million views. Up-uploaders had already made “Don’t fall in love challenge” videos using them as material.

When Duan Xingye was looking for fruit mix videos in the hotel, he glimpsed the cross-dressing photo of him and Cheng Duzhou on the homepage recommendation. Because the livestream was still ongoing, to prevent the audience from climaxing, he resisted clicking on it.

Facing the teasing from Jiang Li and the others, the couple wasn’t embarrassed. Maybe their skin really got thicker, maybe they got familiar after playing together for a long time, or maybe the luxury suite smoothed their wounded souls.

Duan Xingye even calmly dropped a sentence: “You let us win.”

Next, the four groups of guests entered the farmers’ market to purchase ingredients for tomorrow’s stall according to their shopping lists.

Duan Xingye and Cheng Duzhou went straight to the fruit area with a clear goal. There was plenty of fresh fruit there. Although the prices here were already cheaper than retail stores outside, the budget was fixed at one thousand yuan. To lower costs, they still had to bargain with the boss.

Watching stars haggle with shop owners for one or two hundred, tens, or even a few yuan was also one of the highlights preset by the program team.

When it came to the [Lü Ye Shu Huai] group, Duan Xingye was so out of touch with worldly affairs that he couldn’t do bargaining, so Cheng Duzhou took the field.

Until buying melons at the end. The boss didn’t follow the entertainment industry. Unlike previous shop owners who recognized either Cheng Duzhou or Duan Xingye, this one didn’t recognize star faces and wouldn’t lower the price no matter what.

Communicating for a long time, hearing the boss had a Sichuan-Chongqing accent, Cheng Duzhou said, “Boss, meeting is fate. Yu City is my second hometown.”

Bullet comments: Hahaha starting to play the emotional card.

Cheng Duzhou insisted on purchasing from this shop because it specialized in melons. There was a variety that was particularly sweet, thin-skinned, and crisp-fleshed, unavailable in surrounding shops. Unfortunately, their funds were running low.

The boss had a naturally dark face, waving his hand: “No way, no way.”

Duan Xingye tasted another small piece of melon, threw the toothpick into the trash can: “Cheaper (Xiangyin) a bit, we’ll take these few boxes of melons.”

The cold-faced boss scrutinized him for a moment. Somehow suddenly laughing, although appearing helpless, he actually relented and agreed.

Bullet comments:

” Xiangyin means cheaper.”

“Hearing hometown dialect while away from home feels very intimate.”

“Teacher Duan, one sentence, made the boss cut two hundred yuan instantly. Amazing!”

But the couple didn’t really want to take advantage. Before leaving, Cheng Duzhou specially told the livestream that this shop’s melons were very sweet and worth buying, equivalent to giving the boss an advertisement worth hundreds of thousands.

All purchased ingredients were sent to the five-star hotel kitchen by the program team’s car.

There was a seafood market next to the farmers’ market with many stalls cooking fresh catch on the spot. Cheng Duzhou and Duan Xingye had dinner there before returning to the hotel.

At 7 PM, the four groups of guests gathered in the hotel’s restaurant kitchen. Everyone wore clean and tidy chef uniforms, preparing ingredients for tomorrow’s stall. Although restaurant chefs were working normally, the two sides didn’t affect each other.

Because guests didn’t know each other’s projects during purchasing, Jiang Li only knew the Lü Ye Shu Huai couple was making fruit mix when she saw boxes of fruit being transported in.

“Oh my!” Sitting on a stool skewering meat onto bamboo sticks, she regretted, “My thinking wasn’t open. How nice is something refreshing like fruit mix; just cut and sell.”

She and Xiao Jiahui were making Bo Bo Chicken (Cold pot skewers).

Wu Enqi’s group was making beef burgers.

Tao Ziyi and Huang Liang were making grilled cold noodles. Their preparation was the simplest; just stuffing semi-finished cold noodles into the fridge and chopping a bowl of green onions was enough. So they left not long after arriving.

Cheng Duzhou and Duan Xingye bought seasonal fruits. The first step was to wash them clean.

While washing mulberries, Cheng Duzhou picked one up, shook off the water droplets, and naturally stuffed it into Duan Xingye’s mouth. While washing cherries and cherry tomatoes, he also stuffed a few into his mouth from time to time.

Bullet comments caught him red-handed: The cook is stealing food!

Although fruit mix looked simple, the preliminary preparation work wore down patience. Just washing those dozen boxes of melons and fruits consumed a lot of energy and time.

Duan Xingye had never done such hard labor. Only halfway through washing, he straightened his back holding the water hose, his face collapsing.

Cheng Duzhou saw he was unhappy. Saying nothing, he took the water hose and blocked Duan Xingye to the side, meaning go rest on the side.

When all fruits were washed, Cheng Duzhou started cutting fruit.

Tonight, process melons and pineapples first. After cutting into chunks, they would be put in the fridge’s fresh-keeping layer. As for apples, bananas, and mangoes that oxidized easily, they would be processed tomorrow morning.

Duan Xingye leaned his lower back against the counter aside, glancing at Cheng Duzhou’s skilled melon cutting movements, and said, “Need my help?”

Cheng Duzhou said, “No need, you go up first.”

The delicate young master couldn’t help; with his lousy knife skills, he also had to prevent him from cutting his own hand. With that energy, might as well let Cheng Duzhou finish cutting.

Duan Xingye glanced at the yogurt machine not far away. Eight more hours until fermentation complete. Anyway, nothing else to do now.

He tilted his head close to Cheng Duzhou’s face: “Then I’m really leaving.”

Cheng Duzhou paused, meeting those dark eyes. Duan Xingye’s eyelashes fluttered, carrying a rogue-like playfulness. It was obvious he knew leaving like this wasn’t good, but he didn’t want to waste time here.

Cheng Duzhou knew if he said no, Duan Xingye would start acting coquettish in the next step, just more restrained in front of the camera.

Cheng Duzhou lowered his eyes, continuing to cut fruit: “You go.”

Duan Xingye “hmphed,” taking off the chef hat: “Don’t say I’m slacking off.”

Cheng Duzhou held back a trace of a smile. Duan Xingye habitually slacked off on things he wasn’t interested in, like this since childhood. Now he was acting innocent after getting an advantage.

Cheng Duzhou got distracted, thinking of handicraft classes in first and second grade. Duan Xingye deliberately wanted to be in a group with him. If he couldn’t do it, he would look for him. For tedious handicraft assignments, he would directly ask him to help do it. But Cheng Duzhou never did it for him once, preferring to dismantle his own thing and demonstrate again, insisting Duan Xingye complete the assignment himself.

But as they grew older, he became less and less principled in front of Duan Xingye. By middle school, if Duan Xingye spoke a little softer, he could help finish a whole book of summer homework in one night.

Thinking back now, the real feelings might have come earlier than sixteen…

Cheng Duzhou’s gaze was a bit absent-minded.

Suddenly, he pricked his finger.

“…”

His movement paused, putting down the knife.

Duan Xingye was right beside him, just untied the apron. Sensing Cheng Duzhou’s movement, seeing blood beads appear on his left index finger, he froze.

Cheng Duzhou was about to turn to the sink when Duan Xingye grabbed his hand first, turned on the tap, and brought his finger under the water flow to rinse.

Duan Xingye looked at the staff: “Any band-aids?”

Staff was quite nervous: “What happened?”

Cheng Duzhou said, “Nothing, very small cut.”

Shortly after, staff brought band-aids.

The cut on the index finger was still oozing a bit of blood. Duan Xingye buried his head low, tore open the package, covered the cut with the band-aid, and wrapped it around—not too loose, not too tight.

Cheng Duzhou pursed his lips, somewhat embarrassed. His knife skills were okay, but he got distracted just now and accidentally cut himself.

Although it was just a tiny wound, Duan Xingye suddenly felt heavy in his heart.

Only now did he realize that if he could help do a bit more, share a bit, like Jiang Li and Xiao Jiahui, like Wu Enqi and Wu Hao, Cheng Duzhou wouldn’t have this extra wound.

Everyone was tired; he wasn’t the only one tired, yet only he was slacking off.

And Cheng Duzhou was still like before, accommodating him in such matters, willing to take over his part of the work without half a complaint.

He was too used to Cheng Duzhou’s care, so much so that he took it for granted, treating responsibilities that should be shared by both with an indifferent attitude.

After simply applying the band-aid, Duan Xingye let go, touching the scar on the back of Cheng Duzhou’s hand. Still left from filming in Myanmar last time; the scab had fallen off, leaving a shallow raised strip.

“Thanks.” Cheng Duzhou looked at his index finger. “Will be fine after sticking it for a night.”

Duan Xingye nodded, biting his lower lip, a slight red appearing on his lowered face.

Bullet comments:

“Teacher Duan seems very guilty.”

“He really can’t bear President Cheng suffering even a little bit of injury. When he scratched President Cheng’s back himself, his eyes were full of heartache.”

“Although Teacher Duan is a bit delicate, he still takes care of people.”

Cheng Duzhou continued cutting melons. This trivial injury wouldn’t delay his work.

Duan Xingye tied the apron back on, put on the hat, and dragged a cutting board in front of him.

Cheng Duzhou saw he wanted to help and said, “Don’t move. If you hold a knife, I have to keep an extra eye on you.”

Duan Xingye frowned slightly, his voice slightly cold: “Mind yourself.”

“…”

Facts proved Duan Xingye definitely wasn’t the kind of idiot who would cut himself holding a knife. Although the melon cutting action was very slow, he didn’t hurt himself, and the knife work was careful. Couldn’t compare to Cheng Duzhou’s speed, but better than nothing.

By nearly nine o’clock, the couple finally finished cutting all the fruit, sealed them with plastic wrap, and pushed them into the fridge.

When they planned to return to the room, a spicy fragrance wafted from the other side of the kitchen.

Duan Xingye followed the scent and saw Jiang Li and Xiao Jiahui in a frantic state.

The couple made the stall a bit too big. Jiang Li was already boiling the base, afraid the bottom would burn without stirring, yet wanting to help Xiao Jiahui skewer, running between two ends, almost slipping in the middle.

Received warm hospitality from the couple yesterday; ignoring them now wouldn’t be good. Cheng Duzhou discussed with Duan Xingye, staying to help himself while Duan Xingye went upstairs first.

Seeing Cheng Duzhou descend from the sky, Jiang Li almost wept with joy. But she wouldn’t let him do messy work like skewering, asking him to look after the red oil soup base in the pot.

With Cheng Duzhou’s help, Jiang Li and Xiao Jiahui’s efficiency improved greatly, finishing today’s task in ten minutes.

Wu Enqi and Wu Hao happened to finish too.

Jiang Li cooked some skewers on the spot, inviting everyone present to eat.

Crispy skin and tender meat, refreshingly spicy and savory, too appetizing.

Jiang Li still remembered Duan Xingye upstairs, suggesting eating late-night snacks together.

Cheng Duzhou recalled Duan Xingye’s slightly focused expression when smelling the spicy scent just now; he craved this bite. Moreover, it was impolite to spoil everyone’s fun.

In this short time apart, not enough for Duan Xingye to shower, he definitely wasn’t asleep either. So he called Duan Xingye, but the other side didn’t answer, so he changed to sending a message.

Cheng Duzhou: [What are you doing? Sister Jiang, Old Xiao and the others are coming up for late-night snacks later.]

When the ingredients were ready, today’s program recording ended.

Duan Xingye returned to the top floor suite, sat on the bed, and was about to lie down to rest when his foot accidentally kicked over a paper bag. Familiar clothes slid out.

“…”

Duan Xingye picked up one piece, suspending it in mid-air. It was that pleated plaid skirt.

Duan Xingye muttered in his heart while examining it.

Cheng Duzhou was boundless in lechery. Acting sanctimonious all day, god knows what he was thinking in his brain, actually packing this thing and bringing it back openly.

Recalling the props master’s look at him today, Duan Xingye felt embarrassed to death.

Duan Xingye balled up the skirt and stuffed it back into the paper bag. But soon, he hesitated again.

He thought of Cheng Duzhou’s finger wrapped in a band-aid.

Cheng Duzhou always seemed at odds with him on the surface, but actually, he had done many things for him silently since childhood, and yielded to him many times. He was a person deep to the point of almost forbearing.

Although unexpectedly straightforward in sexual relations, reaching the point of saying whatever came to mind, even things that shouldn’t be said, actually before they participated in the romance variety show, when Cheng Duzhou wanted it, he always held back too.

At the beginning of their marriage, lying under one quilt, Duan Xingye thought Cheng Duzhou was asleep. Accidentally turning over and touching a certain spot, he found it was hot enough to bake a pancake.

“…”

For someone who always considered his emotions, it seemed not impossible for him to take care of the other’s emotions occasionally.

What’s the harm in letting Cheng Duzhou feel good for a bit.

What’s the harm in satisfying him.

Besides… it had been a long time since they discussed philosophy.

Duan Xingye took the skirt out again, unfolding it in front of him. This time, his face was red as dripping blood.

…

After putting on the skirt in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Duan Xingye thought for a moment, took off his underwear, and kicked it aside with his toe.

Since deciding to seduce, don’t be reserved.

Duan Xingye walked to the living room, lay on the sofa, grabbed a magazine from the side to open as a prop, posed, and lifted his calves, swinging them at a very leisurely frequency.

Thinking of Cheng Duzhou’s eyes going straight after entering the room, a sense of pride spontaneously arose in Duan Xingye’s heart. He cursed lowly: “Silly dog…”

Waiting for a while, he picked up his phone to check the time.

At a glance, he saw a missed call and the WeChat notification pressed at the very top.

Cheng Duzhou: [What are you doing? Sister Jiang, Old Xiao and the others are coming up for late-night snacks later.]

“Fuck!”

Duan Xingye scrambled up from the sofa instantly. Just as one foot touched the ground, the sound of a key card unlocking came from outside. The door opened.

“…”

Cheng Duzhou entered the room, holding a take-out bag, and looked up.

“…………”

Duan Xingye stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wrapping himself tightly in the curtain, revealing only a head. His eyes were moist and guarded, face red as a tomato.

This look was too fresh; he had never seen Duan Xingye so flustered.

Cheng Duzhou stared blankly for two seconds and asked, “What are you doing?”

He sent a message to Duan Xingye but got no reply. Afraid he really fell asleep, he declined Jiang Li and the others’ proposal to come up for snacks, just bringing a portion back for Duan Xingye.

Startled, Duan Xingye hurriedly looked behind Cheng Duzhou, his stifled voice sticky and sweet: “Close the door quickly!”

Cheng Duzhou didn’t know what he was panicking about but closed the door as told.

Duan Xingye asked urgently, “Where are they?”

Cheng Duzhou said, “Not coming.”

Before Duan Xingye could breathe a sigh of relief, seeing Cheng Duzhou walking this way, he hurriedly said, “Don’t come over!”

Cheng Duzhou paused but continued walking forward. “What are you hiding from?”

Duan Xingye lost all amorous thoughts now, feeling utterly embarrassed. He simply shrank his head behind the curtain too, burying himself tightly, even less willing to let Cheng Duzhou see him like this.

Cheng Duzhou pulled the curtain.

Duan Xingye held it tight, not letting it move, his fierce tone carrying a tremor: “Get out!”

Cheng Duzhou let go, a bit helpless: “Let me see.”

“See your dad!”

“…”

Seeing nice words didn’t work, Cheng Duzhou’s voice turned cold: “You’re not wearing clothes?”

Duan Xingye: “You’re the one not wearing clothes!”

Cheng Duzhou: “You wore women’s clothing and dare not see people?”

“…………”

Silence in the curtain.

Cheng Duzhou was stunned.

Just now was just a provocation.

Then suspected: “Wore it?”

Still no sound.

“Fuck!” Cheng Duzhou was dying of anxiety, reaching to pull the curtain. “Let me see,  I’m begging you.”

“…”

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Author’s Note:

Teacher Duan: Really promising.