The script was difficult. After their bandage incident, both had developed feelings, but Jiang Bo Yan was a forensic doctor, and the other was a suspect. He suppressed his feelings and used a broken curtain as an excuse to trick Su Qi, the guesthouse owner, into coming to fix it.
He wanted to carefully examine any marks on Su Qi’s waist.
Each victim had a cut on their waist, and he suspected the criminal might have a similar injury.
Su Qi was the opposite; he appeared cold, but actually had a bold and loving personality. Confirming his feelings for the cold doctor, he actively tried to seduce him, this being the first time the “fishing” type uke character attempted seduction.
Thus, the simple curtain repair turned into an intimate back-and-forth probe, with complex emotional shifts between the two.
The script didn’t provide much explanation for this intimate probing, but it emphasized that when Su Qi got off the chair, his clothes were in disarray…
Bai Qi’s cheeks flushed, and his whole body felt hot.
He subconsciously looked at Bo Yan, asking for confirmation: “A-are we filming this scene?”
Bo Yan nodded, his voice low and troubled: “The emotional shifts here are too complex.”
Seeing that his focus was entirely on the emotions and not the intimate contact, Bai Qi’s turbulent emotions gradually calmed down.
This was the hallmark of a dedicated actor.
And Bo Yan was straight, he probably didn’t mind physical contact with men.
Come to think of it, to him, they were all men. Even if the clothes were gone, it wouldn’t be a big deal; straight men should have been to bathhouses.
Since the other party didn’t care, Bai Qi cared even less.
Soon Bo Yan began setting up the scene, while Bai Qi, as instructed in the script, took a special set of clothes and went to the bathroom to change.
The white outfit was very thin, somewhat like pajamas, but both the top and bottom were tied with strings, easily removable, fitting the script’s description.
Bai Qi stood quietly by the door, taking off his thick hoodie and pants. It was a bit warmer at noon, and the hoodie felt a little hot.
Outside, Bo Yan, who was moving a chair, immediately stopped after Bai Qi entered, his dark eyes gazing deeply at the bathroom.
The bathroom door was glass, covered with a thin layer of white paper, making it impossible to see anything clearly, but occasionally, when Bai Qi got close to the door, he could faintly see him undressing.
As his thin arms lifted, the wide hoodie gradually peeled away, revealing a slender waist, like carved jade, without an ounce of fat, its curve slightly bent.
Looking lower, the curve became increasingly full and round. The soft flesh was tightly wrapped in his pants. Even from such a distance, one could almost smell the fragrance from within.
In a moment, the pants fell as well.
Bo Yan’s breathing became ragged; he pressed his tongue against his cheek, unconsciously taking a few steps towards the bathroom, his dark eyes almost overflowing.
Unaware, Bai Qi changed into the strange outfit, finding that besides the strings, the clothes were short and the neckline extremely low. His shoulders and waist would expose skin with the slightest movement.
What a strange style. He must have tied the strings correctly.
Bai Qi fiddled with the outfit, thinking about whether it matched the script, without feeling that such clothing was revealing.
In a way, what Lin Feng said about him being oblivious to romance was somewhat true; he was more asexual than gay.
After struggling for a long time, Bai Qi finally managed to get dressed. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Bo Yan standing outside; his broad shoulders were imposing.
“Is this how I should wear it?” Bai Qi spread his arms, showing him.
The thin fabric barely covered his body, so white and yet so disheveled, unable to conceal his beautiful figure. Getting closer, one could vaguely see the shy cherry red beneath, a primitive and abstinent sensuality brewing in the room.
Bo Yan’s eyebrows furrowed, his gaze deep and terrifying, seemingly clinging to Bai Qi as he looked.
“Very beautiful.”
A million times more beautiful than described in the script.
Bai Qi breathed a sigh of relief; after all, it was Bo Yan who prepared the clothes. Though the style was a bit strange, it was still beautiful.
Soon the two went outside. This scene began with a knock on the door. Bai Qi didn’t have many lines; he just had to stand on a chair and pretend to fix the curtain.
But this was only the basic action. The real difficulty lay in the interaction of gazes and small actions.
Bo Yan didn’t require Bai Qi to interact with him. Bai Qi felt that Bo Yan had even rented a guesthouse and worn clothes similar to the script, intending to fully immerse himself in the role.
If he didn’t cooperate fully, acting like a wooden dummy only fixing curtains, it would be a waste of Bo Yan’s efforts.
So even though Bai Qi knew almost nothing about romance, he tried his best to help Bo Yan.
Standing outside the room alone, Bai Qi lowered his head, trying to adjust his emotions.
Su Qi’s personality was different; bold, proactive, and intelligent. Bai Qi didn’t know how to portray Su Qi’s seductive nature, but the words of a former admirer came to mind.
That person said Bai Qi had stared at him continuously, deliberately tempting him.
Bai Qi had felt wronged then, but now he thought he could try staring at Bo Yan. Loving someone probably meant wanting to look at him, especially someone as bold as Su Qi.
Thinking this, he raised his wrist and gently knocked on the wooden door.
The heavy wooden door opened from inside, Bo Yan’s tall figure appearing before him.
He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his sharp brow bone hidden, making him appear even more refined and indifferent.
However, the irises behind the glasses were so dark that they gave off a strong sense of danger, like a forensic doctor confronting a criminal, ready to dissect and examine him.
He was a completely different person.
Bai Qi couldn’t help but marvel at his acting skills. He recalled Su Qi’s lines, speaking slowly and softly, his voice languidly rising at the end.
“I’m here to fix the curtain for Dr. Jiang.”
As he spoke, he propped one arm on the doorframe, his beautiful eyes continuously looking at Bo Yan, intently, almost staring.
His eye color was rare, with a hint of amber and gray, his eyes long and upturned, like a fairy, madly exuding seductive allure.
For a moment, Bo Yan almost couldn’t help but press him onto the bed.
He avoided his gaze, desperately trying to hide the boiling desire in his eyes, for the first time a little embarrassed to not catch the cue.
“Follow me.”
Bai Qi had expected Bo Yan to engage in eye contact with him, but he avoided it.
He was a little uncertain, but non-interaction was better; he really didn’t know what to do next.
He followed Bo Yan without stopping to the actual shooting location.
In the dim corner of the bedroom, heavy dark red curtains hung high; one corner was slightly loose, revealing a bright light.
It was a very ambiguous and romantic setting.
“This is simple.”
After saying this, Bai Qi moved a chair to the corner and stood on it, raising both hands to reach the curtain.
His translucent white clothes created a strong visual contrast with the surrounding deep black and red.
Yet Bai Qi didn’t feel a hint of ambiguity; he was preoccupied with his outfit.
The clothes were short, and he had to raise his hands high to fix the curtain, making his shirt ride up, his slender abdomen exposed to the air, right in front of Bo Yan.
His thin, fair skin was fragrant and tender, so white it was dazzling.
The fiery red curtains seemed to ignite.
Bo Yan, just like Dr. Jiang in the script, stared intently at him, his gaze fixed on his waist, not missing a single inch, as if wanting to devour him.
Bai Qi was slightly embarrassed; he didn’t have much muscle, and his figure was nothing special compared to Su Qi in the script, falling far short of Bo Yan’s own abs.
He had some pride, and for the first time, regretted not exercising before.
Suppressing his shame, he tried to imitate Su Qi in the script, seemingly unintentionally turning slightly, bringing his abdomen closer to Bo Yan.
In that instant, with hot breath, Bo Yan’s tall nose also turned, the two touching, making a small dent in his soft, tender belly.
A sweet scent was almost overflowing.
Bai Qi’s skin was incredibly sensitive, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, instinctively hunching, the itch almost making him fall off the chair.
Bo Yan immediately reached out to steady him, his palm grasping his soft waist, the soft touch like a cloud, so slippery he could almost not hold on.
He subconsciously squeezed, his fingers pressing a milky-white patch of flesh.
Bai Qi tightly gripped the curtain rod above, the itch almost making him cry out, his fair skin flushed pink.
However, Bo Yan showed no sign of stopping, still staring at his waist, though his hand loosened.
Bai Qi’s breathing was disordered; he gently exhaled, trying to calm himself.
His long eyelashes fluttered; he forced himself to utter the insincere lines: “Dr. Jiang, I’ve had a bit of a backache lately, could you check it for me?”
The script didn’t say how Dr. Jiang would examine him; it would depend on Bo Yan’s own interpretation.
“Okay.”
Bo Yan looked behind him, paused, then reached out and pressed on the soft, white flesh of his lower back.
This was where the victims had been stabbed.
With just a touch, the skin beneath his palm trembled slightly, incredibly sensitive. His Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes fixed on the spot, just like the captivated Dr. Jiang.
“There’s a problem.”
This line differed from the script.
Bai Qi was slightly stunned.
The next moment, he saw Bo Yan lean in, the cold touch of the metal frames of his glasses distinctly felt.
Bai Qi’s eyes instantly reddened; he couldn’t help trembling, trying to move away, but was firmly pressed against the wall.
The large red curtain seemed to be blown by the wind, wrapping a bloody shadow around his slender white waist.
Like being caught by an ancient vampire, being devoured, slowly sucked dry.
In the old-fashioned room, the beautiful boy was teased until his nose and eyes were red, tied to the wall, at the other’s mercy.
Bai Qi was so ashamed he was about to cry.
Strangely, his wrist was suddenly caught by a ring on the curtain, unable to move.
He had never been so intimate with anyone before and couldn’t handle it.
Wasn’t Su Qi supposed to be the one seducing?
Bai Qi realized he wasn’t like Su Qi at all; he couldn’t respond, not even maintaining his composure for a simple examination.
He wanted to call a halt but was afraid of disrupting Bo Yan’s flow, and they’d have to do it again if they failed this time.
His face was flushed, his thin back against the wall, coughing softly.
In his struggle, the string came undone, revealing most of his tender legs. His clothes were haphazardly clinging to his body, his soft white skin completely red, dotted with blushing marks.
Bo Yan seemed even more into the role.
After a long time, Bai Qi was so itchy he could barely stand; this protracted scene finally ended with difficulty.
He couldn’t deliver the remaining lines, but Bo Yan didn’t seem to mind.
Bai Qi was covered in a fine layer of sweat, collapsing onto the soft couch.
His clothes were disheveled, his body like a piece of mutton fat jade, faintly visible, his crystal-clear belly covered in red marks.
“Is—is it done?” Bai Qi didn’t care about his disheveled state; he was truly concerned about this.
He prayed it was finished; otherwise, all that itching would have been for nothing.
Bo Yan struggled to avoid his gaze, covering Bai Qi with a soft blanket, a stark contrast to his previous frenzy.
He smiled with satisfaction, a faint blush coloring his lips.
“Thanks to you this time, you acted very well.”
Bai Qi let out a long sigh of relief. If it hadn’t been good, he might have actually cried.
He felt embarrassed; he hadn’t really helped much; it was all Bo Yan’s own insight.
But he couldn’t help feeling a little excited; he had been praised by an actor of the Emperor’s level for his acting.
The slight regret in his heart instantly vanished.
Meanwhile, the internet was abuzz.
A famous entertainment gossip blogger posted a preview at noon, saying they were going to expose a major bombshell about a top-tier celebrity.
This caused quite a stir. Bombshells about top stars were always a focus, and a major one would undoubtedly lead to many fans leaving.
Just the preview reached the top of the hot search, and everyone was excitedly speculating which top star it was.
However, while passersby were excited, veteran fans remained calm.
【Usually these previews don’t have much substance. They’re just waiting for the celebrity to pay them to shut them up. I’m not curious at all.】
【Yeah, and when they say top-tier, it’s usually not really. They wouldn’t dare to expose a truly big star. Would they dare expose someone like Bo Yan?】
【Hahaha, that’s true. It’s probably some small celebrity with a little bit of traffic.】
【Not necessarily. Before, when he exposed people, he always said it was a traffic celebrity. This is the first time he used the word “top-tier.”】
【Don’t drag Bo Yan into this! Bo Yan is diligently attending school; his private life is clean. What’s there to expose?】
At the same time, Bai Qi, after showering, also saw this hot search.
The reason he saw it was because the gossip blogger had called Bo Yan.
He was going to expose Bo Yan.
Then…then as soon as he said those words, Bo Yan hung up the phone.
Having witnessed some subtle things in the entertainment industry, Bai Qi was still stunned, but Bo Yan was such a good person; surely there was nothing to it.
Ignoring this, he strolled downstairs to the rose courtyard.
Bo Yan was showering. Someone from the guesthouse would be bringing food soon; he would just take it upstairs to prevent Bo Yan from being recognized.
The sun was shining, the air filled with the sweet scent of roses. Bai Qi took a bag of soft candies and sat on a swing in the courtyard, slowly eating one candy after another, feeling very happy.
He had just finished showering; his hair was still a little wet, carrying the scent of roses, his pink and white skin slightly transparent, beautifully like a doll.
The guesthouse door was pushed open, a young man pushing a small cart full of food. He hadn’t intended to look up, but his gaze was involuntarily drawn.
Then he stopped.
“Bai Qi?”
Suddenly hearing his name, Bai Qi looked up in surprise, meeting a very familiar face.
“Cousin Bai Sheng!”
He stood up in surprise, completely unexpected to meet him here.
Cousin Bai Sheng had a good relationship with their family; it was his family who had lent them money when his mother was ill, and he paid them back 1,000 yuan a month from his earnings.
His cousin was working part-time during university; unexpectedly, he was working here.
It had been over half a year since they last met. Bai Qi happily went over: “I’ll just get the food.”
But Bai Sheng didn’t let go.
He held the handle tightly, his eyes fixed on Bai Qi.
From head to toe, the young man before him was so unfamiliar that he almost didn’t recognize him.
Pain and anger gradually appeared in Bai Sheng’s eyes. He took a deep breath: “A-are you…are you being kept?”
