Bai Qi obediently let him make the arrangements, completely unaware of how shocking it was to stay in the same room with a top-tier celebrity.
He was just happy; the dormitory was too damp, and he wouldn’t be as uncomfortable when he returned in two days.
Bo Yan returned shortly after, his model-like physique—broad shoulders and narrow waist—was strikingly impressive, almost unreal.
He carried steaming soy milk and beef buns from the cafeteria, sitting beside Bai Qi and meticulously arranging each item.
Even the simplest breakfast seemed luxurious in his hands.
“Thank you,” Bai Qi exclaimed, reaching out to take them. He loved these two things for breakfast, and unexpectedly, Bo Yan did too.
Bo Yan’s long fingers tore open the bag, inserted a straw, and handed it over.
Their hands brushed; Bo Yan’s knuckles were distinct, his veins prominent, full of masculine hormones—completely different from Bai Qi’s hands.
Bai Qi suddenly remembered Lin Feng’s words, that only someone like Bo Yan qualified as a man.
He’d felt a little sad before, but now he thought Bo Yan was really handsome, and a very nice person. No wonder he was a big star.
After quietly finishing his breakfast, Bai Qi felt sleepy.
His body felt increasingly limp from the fever; he slowly rested his head on the pillow, only his injected right hand still resting on the edge of the bed, his fingertips unconsciously hooking the railing, his nails a delicate pink.
Seeing Bo Yan’s dark eyes looking at him, he whispered embarrassedly, “I’m a little sleepy.”
“Sleep first; I’ll wake you when we’re done.”
Bo Yan covered Bai Qi with a blanket and sat beside him reading the script. The morning light fell on his cold, pale profile, washing away the previous ferocity, the fragrance of books and a cold scent giving a sense of security.
Bai Qi slept soundly.
The bed in the infusion room was similar to the hard bed in the dormitory, even the pillows were the same, so he felt no strangeness and fell asleep quickly.
After an unknown amount of time, someone walked by outside and glanced this way.
The infirmary windows had a film on them, allowing only a vague view.
However, at that moment, the person clearly saw a dark figure standing abruptly beside the sleeping boy, a chilling gaze inching its way over him.
…
Bai Qi slept until noon. When he woke up, his head didn’t hurt at all, and his fever had completely subsided.
Strangely, the infirmary was still empty on a Saturday. The infusion room was quiet and comfortable; otherwise, he wouldn’t have slept so soundly.
His body was finally better, and now he finally had no worries. He felt relaxed as he went out with Bo Yan.
However, there were many people on the road at noon. Even though Bo Yan was wearing a mask, he was instantly recognized. Together with Bai Qi, the school’s heartthrob, their presence attracted an astounding amount of attention.
Bai Qi subconsciously quickened his pace. Bo Yan turned to ask, “Are you hungry?”
They were so close; with this turn, Bo Yan’s tall nose almost touched Bai Qi’s hair, his broad, hard shoulders pressed against Bai Qi’s round and slender shoulders—beautifully like a comic.
Gasps and exclamations came from around them.
Bai Qi instinctively moved back slightly, suddenly realizing he should be more careful.
In the dormitory, the feeling wasn’t so strong, but outside, Bo Yan was a top-tier celebrity, and many people were paying attention to his life; every little thing would be magnified.
So he put on his hoodie, gently shaking his head at Bo Yan: “Not hungry. I have tons of energy now.”
His head was covered by the black hoodie, only his exceptionally beautiful features visible—alluring red lips.
And that beautiful face was being stared at.
Out of sight of others, Bo Yan suppressed the terrifying gloom and desire in his eyes, quickening his pace: “Then let’s rehearse at the guesthouse.”
“Okay!” Bai Qi said excitedly.
He had hardly ever stayed anywhere outside his home and dormitory, feeling curious and excited.
As they talked, they reached the school gate, where a low-key black luxury car arrived to pick them up, with people constantly looking back.
Bai Qi, fearing he would cause trouble, pulled his hoodie further down, keeping his head lowered and silent.
Fortunately, the guesthouse was near the school, and they arrived quickly.
As soon as they got out of the car, Bai Qi’s eyes lit up.
It was an ancient two-story inn, with roses planted in the courtyard, the vibrant red contrasting stunningly with the white walls and black tiles.
The guesthouse in the script was located in an ancient city tourist area, nicknamed the Rose Courtyard, with beautiful scenery.
Bai Qi was pleasantly surprised. He had been here before, but hadn’t seen this guesthouse then. It must have opened recently, and its style was perfectly fitting.
Thinking of staying here for two days and being able to help Bo Yan, Bai Qi’s eyes were filled with anticipation.
Bo Yan, beside him, wore a mask, his expression unseen, dressed in sharp black, somewhat like thorns lurking on a stem, ready to fiercely attack anyone who harmed the roses.
He subconsciously looked at Bai Qi.
Bai Qi took off his hoodie; his messy hair fell across his forehead, making his already striking features even more enchanting. Yet his demeanor was so pure and clean, a contradictory beauty that stole one’s breath.
The roses in the courtyard instantly paled.
Bo Yan was momentarily lost in thought, only regaining his senses upon hearing Bai Qi’s exclamation, then almost awkwardly looking away.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, concealing the excessively dark shadows under his eyes.
“Let’s go inside.”
“Mm-hmm.”
There was no one around, and even the wind was quiet. The two walked through the crimson rose courtyard and entered the house.
The interior was even more exquisite than imagined, with carved railings and painted beams everywhere, screens and curtains swaying gently. Bai Qi didn’t dare touch anything, following Bo Yan straight inside.
Surprisingly, such a large inn had only one bedroom, and Bai Qi finally understood why Bo Yan had only booked one room.
Finally, the two entered the bedroom.
In the center stood a particularly large red wedding bed, surrounded by swaying curtains. Even the windows were antique-style, the delicate window frames covered with white paper; streams of light filtered in from the outside, making the room mysterious and dark.
Even the oversized bed in the bedroom was the same as in the script.
“Which scene are we shooting now?” Bai Qi liked it here, curiously looking around, a little impatient.
Bo Yan stood in front of the window, backlit; the ridge of his brow cast a thick shadow, creating a strong sense of oppression.
His pale, long hand handed the script to Bai Qi, a sticky danger flowing with it.
The curiosity in Bai Qi’s eyes froze; he felt inexplicably nervous and tried to calm down to read the script.
A moment later, his entire face gradually turned red.
