Chapter 27: Hot Face Pressing Against a Cold Butt
“Yu Rui’s agency has very strong PR capabilities. Previous variety shows brought him a lot of goodwill from passersby, so any negative news gets covered up. I haven’t said thank you to you guys yet. I saw the trending search about you and Teacher Lu. With the two of you on this program, the popularity will definitely explode. He can’t suppress this kind of heat.”
A look of surprise flashed in Lu Ciheng’s eyes. He took the seafood amidst the boss’s greeting and prepared to pay. Amidst the noisy hawking, he heard Xie Shibai’s words.
Wu Ke chuckled lightly. “But you are the first person to think the injuries on my hand are because of him. Others didn’t believe it and thought I bumped into something myself.”
Xie Shibai lowered his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he replied, “I can distinguish what wounds caused by others look like.”
Wu Ke was stunned for a few seconds, the smile at the corner of her lips somewhat helpless. “Yu Rui is very smart. Some injuries can’t be exposed, so very few people would believe it. That’s why I…”
Xie Shibai raised his hand and gestured on his own arm. “Defensive wounds are closer to the outer side. Wounds caused by height differences are also inconsistent. Approximately in this location and direction.”
Lu Ciheng’s heart sank sharply. His gaze landed on Xie Shibai’s arm.
Wu Ke was stunned for a few seconds, then reacted immediately. “I understand. Thank you, Teacher Xie.”
On the way back, Lu Ciheng was more silent than usual. Under the camera, he looked the same as usual, but Xie Shibai keenly sensed the difference. The overly abnormal situation made Xie Shibai pay a few more glances at him.
The three of them were the earliest to return to the cabin. Lu Ciheng put away the purchased groceries. Just as Xie Shibai watched him and prepared to speak, his hand was grasped by Lu Ciheng.
Lu Ciheng: “Teacher Xie, come with me for a moment.”
The netizens in the livestream room were also confused, not knowing what they were going to say, and hurriedly adjusted the small livestream window to follow.
[Why does it feel weird after coming back from buying groceries?]
[No, isn’t it still like this?]
[On the contrary, Wu Ke feels quite relaxed. More cheerful than being with Yu Rui.]
[What happened while buying groceries? I hate that I couldn’t see it!]
Xie Shibai maintained a skeptical attitude and followed Lu Ciheng’s footsteps. The two went up to the second floor, heading towards their room.
With a click, the door closed. The covering on the lens hadn’t been removed yet, blocking the livestream camera.
Xie Shibai looked at Lu Ciheng and was just about to ask what he wanted to do when the person in front of him took a step forward. The suddenly shortened distance made Xie Shibai subconsciously step back half a step, his back abruptly pressing against the door.
“What are you doing?”
Lu Ciheng had his back to the sunlight. His messy black hair cast a shadow on one side, hiding the dark light in his eyes. He turned off the audio equipment on both of them and whispered, “Teacher Xie, I want to touch you now.”
Xie Shibai’s eyes widened slightly, somewhat startled by this sudden request for touch. “What?”
Lu Ciheng trapped Xie Shibai in his arms. One hand encircled his waist, while the hanging hand held Xie Shibai’s fingers, touching the skin and slowly moving upward to circle the protruding wrist bone of the pale wrist.
Xie Shibai didn’t understand what Lu Ciheng suddenly wanted to do. The fabric couldn’t block the scorching temperature. The heat of being encircled in the embrace eroded him, and the sensation on his wrist was too intense to ignore. Even though he was already accustomed to the other’s presence, he still became tense due to this unexpected situation. He turned his face away and couldn’t help saying, “Now isn’t suitable for treatment.”
Lu Ciheng lowered his eyes to look at Xie Shibai. His large palm touched upwards, pushing aside the fabric at the wrist to press against the skin of the arm.
Xie Shibai stiffened for a few seconds. His fingers suddenly grabbed Lu Ciheng’s clothes tightly. A dense pain and itchiness spread over his skin. He subconsciously wanted to shake off the hand but was firmly held in the circle.
Contrasted with Lu Ciheng’s palm, the pale wrist appeared exceptionally slender.
Lu Ciheng lowered his eyes, his expression complex. His heart felt as if it were being squeezed tight, surging with pain, aching like it was being pricked by needles and about to explode.
He knew the reason Xie Shibai became like this.
“Let go.” The voice in his arms was icy cold.
Lu Ciheng released the palm touching the arm and held Xie Shibai’s fingers instead.
Xie Shibai pushed Lu Ciheng away, his eyes cold. “What kind of crazy are you acting?”
Lu Ciheng quickly adjusted his emotions. Holding Xie Shibai’s hand, he pressed it against his face. He rubbed lightly against the pale palm with his cheek. “Teacher Xie, hit me.” I shouldn’t have let you go back then.
Xie Shibai: “?”
He was doubtful and speechless. Considering Lu Ciheng’s brain circuits, he felt he shouldn’t lower himself to argue with him.
But.
He couldn’t resist.
Xie Shibai expressionlessly pinched Lu Ciheng’s face hard. “Are you sick?”
“Hss.” Lu Ciheng let out a quiet cry of pain. The corners of his lips hooked up, his tone low. “I did such an excessive thing, is a pinch enough?”
Xie Shibai stared at Lu Ciheng for a few seconds. The discomfort caused by his arm being touched was gradually disappearing. He was adapting faster and faster, but his heart still raced from that kind of sudden situation just now. If Lu Ciheng hadn’t made that request, Xie Shibai might have really been unable to stop himself from slapping him.
He calmed down for a few seconds. The corner of his lips suddenly hooked up. A few strands of black hair still stuck to his cheek. The broken coldness in the curved lips seemed like a blooming snow lotus.
Lu Ciheng’s breath hitched, staring straight at Xie Shibai.
Xie Shibai: “From now on, without my consent, desensitization therapy is not allowed.”
Lu Ciheng froze. His black eyes held disbelief, as if the sky had fallen.
“No way.”
Xie Shibai: “?”
Lu Ciheng grabbed Xie Shibai’s hand. “Patients need to cooperate with treatment.”
Xie Shibai’s eyes lifted slightly. He reached out and patted Lu Ciheng’s face. While the man was dazed, he pushed him away, his tone slightly cold. “Then what about you? Getting so excited just by having your face patted—being a pervert is also an illness.”
Lu Ciheng pressed his tongue against the cheek that had been lightly patted and said slowly, “Then Teacher Xie can treat me too.”
When Xie Shibai and Lu Ciheng appeared in the livestream room again, they went down the stairs one after the other.
Xie Shibai walked in front expressionlessly, and Lu Ciheng followed closely behind. The atmosphere between the two was subtle.
[Fighting?]
[Definitely fighting.]
[They aren’t even pretending? Was it all acting before?]
[Definitely. Not avoiding fighting on the show means it’s definitely a big conflict they can’t act through.]
[It’s normal for little couples to have temper tantrums, right?]
[The key is they were weird right after coming back from buying groceries, and they even turned off the microphones just now.]
[Don’t be like this. Just felt they were quite easy to ship, and now they’re fighting? Although the other groups aren’t great, they didn’t directly cause a fight.]
[Sure enough, Brother Xie and Lu Dog are fake! Glad I didn’t defect! CP fans, speak up!]
CP fans analyzed it frame by frame and instantly discovered a suspiciously red patch on Lu Ciheng’s face.
[Really hit him?]
[Maybe it’s true, LCH feels very pleased.]
[This expression of his is really secretly pleased ah!]
[So, when we couldn’t see, LCH provoked XSB and got slapped, and now he’s secretly pleased.]
[What kind of husky behavior is this!]
[Although he’s expressionless, it’s completely different from the stinking face in paparazzi photos before. Seems like this fight was quite happy.]
[Just a little couple’s kink.]
[They play this hard? I love it so much! Can you throw away that obstructing cloth in the bedroom!]
[Solo fans, speak up!]
While the CP fans swept through the livestream bullet comments, some envious fans of other families interjected.
[You guys ship domestic abusers too?]
[Be normal. Clearly, this is to the level of calling the police.]
[Exactly, so scary. Your own bias got hit, and you still think a domestic abuser is easy to ship.]
[Yu Rui fans are truly typical of ‘red-eye disease’ (jealousy). Your master’s persona has collapsed and you’re still hopping around.]
[That’s still better than your bias not even pretending and fighting on a variety show.]
The first group to cook was Yu Rui and Wu Ke.
Yu Rui was talking about Wu Ke getting lost at the market. Wu Ke listened quietly the whole time.
Mu Zhenzhen couldn’t stand listening anymore and half-jokingly said from the side, “Didn’t Teacher Yu also get lost?”
Yu Rui was acting as Wu Ke’s assistant. After heating the oil in the pan, he stopped working, standing aside in the name of cheering Wu Ke on. “I went to look for her. You don’t know, she is very muddled.”
Typical gaslight effect.
Wu Ke followed the tutorial and threw the vegetables into the heated oil. With a sizzle, thick white smoke rose from the pot, and tiny oil droplets splashed onto her wrist.
“Hss—”
Mu Zhenzhen: “Burned by oil? Are you okay? Rinse it with cold water quickly.”
She moved quickly around the island, telling Wu Ke to roll up her sleeves to wash her hands.
When Wu Ke rolled them up, the looming red marks on her arm occupied the main camera shot. The red marks flashed by, so fast it was as if Mu Zhenzhen had seen wrong.
[What was that just now?]
[Wounds, right? But this location is so strange, looks like she was beaten.]
[??????]
[Why does it look so much like a beating…]
[How is that possible? Probably bumped it herself, this spot is easy to bump.]
[Fed up. Just because your own bias is a domestic abuser, you suspect others are too?]
[Why are the people above so anxious? Did they step on your tail?]
[Why are Yu Rui’s family fans so anxious? A guilty conscience needs no accuser.]
Yu Rui’s fans were already holding back a breath of anger. Xie Shibai and Lu Ciheng occupied all the livestream heat. Yu Rui exploiting loopholes in the variety show was already annoying, and now with the opposing side’s slander plus existing problems, they wouldn’t waste a delivered opportunity to play the victim.
Fans reviewed the livestream video and decided to dig through it carefully. Prove innocence first, then drop the hammer!
They would definitely prove Yu Rui was the big senior.
Not only were Yu Rui’s fans checking the playback, but attentive netizens also went to check. From the start of the livestream recording, as if possessed by Sherlock Holmes, they seriously examined and compared the issues with Wu Ke’s wrist.
Compared to the busy livestream room, Xie Shibai, sitting quietly on the balcony’s small sofa enjoying the breeze and reading a book, seemed much more leisurely.
Lu Ciheng sat on the sofa next to him, his finger tapping on the back of Xie Shibai’s hand, calling softly, “Teacher Xie, do you really not agree?”
Xie Shibai looked at the words in the book. “You are so noisy.”
Lu Ciheng went to hook Xie Shibai’s finger again. Seeing that Xie Shibai really wouldn’t spare him a glance, he left the small balcony thoughtfully.
Xie Shibai looked up at Lu Ciheng’s retreating back.
Fans in the livestream room had already started guessing that the two were in conflict.
[This is a real fight, right?]
[Ahhh don’t, I just started shipping them.]
[No matter how many times I watch, I’m shocked that XSB really ignores him completely. Let’s just say it feels a bit like a Queen vibe, very satisfying.]
[But what’s going on today? LCH actually isn’t pestering XSB.]
[Fought.]
[Brother Xie, break up with him!]
[Brother Lu, just stay like this, be a cool guy for once!]
Before Lu Ciheng reappeared, Xie Shibai smelled the aroma of coffee first. He raised his eyes and saw Lu Ciheng holding coffee with a brilliant smile.
Xie Shibai instantly looked at the coffee in his hand, which emitted a mellow aroma, as if the few cups of coffee withheld would never return if he didn’t agree.
“Despicable.”
[Seems like that ‘Cold face washing underwear’ literature…]
[Correction, LCH is a hot face pressing against a cold butt.]
[Just arrived, simping again?]
[This is truly a flowing stream of fights, but an iron-clad simp.]
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