Looking at You Annoys Me Now

By the time Xu Yanche had removed his makeup and returned to the room with a head of explosively fluffy white hair,

He Qing was sitting at the table in a meeting.

Hearing the door open,

he gestured to Xu Yanche.

Then he continued discussing the upcoming bidding project with the employees on the other end of the video call.

Xu Yanche quietly grabbed a black bathrobe and went to take a shower.

By the time he had finished showering and washing his clothes,

He Qing had already finished his meeting.

He was leisurely taking off his clothes.

[Hiss, hiss, those eight-pack abs, ...]

He Qing: "..."

The moment He Qing had taken off his clothes, Xu Yanche pressed him onto the bed.

Just as he was about to start getting handsy,

He Qing grabbed Xu Yanche's hand.

Under Xu Yanche's puzzled gaze,

Xu Yanche watched He Qing tear open the packaging...

Then he patted his own thigh, telling Xu Yanche to sit on his lap.

Xu Yanche: "!! You've got some nerve. You didn't keep your word."

He Qing spoke innocently. "No, I did. I promised..."

He Qing: A man's tears really were exciting.

Xu Yanche was practically crying himself to death.

Half an hour later

6...

By the time it was three...

Xu Yanche was tired to death now.

He shakily reached out a hand.

He picked up his phone and posted on Weibo.

[Long Aotian]: Forgive everything before sleep, settle the score again after waking. This fucking life has really had enough.

After posting, Xu Yanche turned off his phone and went to sleep.

He completely ignored He Qing.

[Fuck, that dog of a man. I'll never believe his words again. I was looking forward to it all afternoon too, sob sob sob sob, my abstinence.]

He Qing was wearing a pair of GG Bond pajama pants.

He was bare-chested as he tidied up the room.

His back was covered in scratches.

There were bite marks on his shoulders.

He Qing cleaned up the trash.

He put the bedsheets into a basin.

Put on his shirt.

Then went downstairs carrying the trash bag and the basin.

He put the bedsheets into a washing machine in the hotel laundry room.

Then went out to throw away the trash.

By the time he finished, it was already two in the morning.

He Qing got into bed and pulled the sleeping Xu Yanche into his arms.

He kissed Xu Yanche's slightly reddened eyes.

He Qing: I need to be more careful next time. I bullied him too badly this time.

Xu Yanche slept until noon before finally waking up.

His waist was a little sore.

The moment he turned over,

a warm hand settled on his lower back.

Gently kneading his waist.

Xu Yanche turned to look.

He saw He Qing sitting on the bed, reading documents.

"I bought corn and pork rib soup, steamed lion's head meatballs, and shredded chicken congee. Do you want to eat?"

Xu Yanche had originally wanted to get angry, but looking at He Qing's handsome face, he could not work up any anger.

So he started acting up instead.

"I'm tired. I don't want to move. Dress me."

He Qing had no complaints. He marked the document he was halfway through reading with a gold-leaf bookmark.

He took the clothes he had prepared beforehand from the bedside and dressed Xu Yanche.

Before Xu Yanche could speak, he carried him into the bathroom.

On the bathroom counter,

there was a cup already filled with water and a toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed onto it.

He Qing handed the toothbrush to Xu Yanche. "Yanyan, here."

He Qing stood very close to Xu Yanche.

His chest was pressed tightly against Xu Yanche's back.

Through the thin fabric, Xu Yanche could feel the warmth of He Qing's body.

Xu Yanche frowned and pushed He Qing out of the bathroom. "Get out. Looking at you annoys me now."

He Qing did not stubbornly linger. He obediently left...

"Call me if you need anything. I'll set out the food, then we can eat."

Xu Yanche ignored him and brushed his teeth seriously.

He glanced at his own head.

His hair had fluffed up again.

He checked himself in the mirror and, seeing no hickeys on any exposed skin, finally relaxed.

He used a comb to press his hair down.

But his hair seemed to have ideas of its own.

The second he combed it down, it sprang back up again.

"Forget it. Let them be free and unfettered, swaying with the wind."

He picked up his phone and took a picture of himself in the mirror.

Then posted it on Weibo.

[Long Aotian]: Hhh, another damned day. My mood is as wonderful as my hair, with thoughts uniquely its own.

The photo did not show his face, only a head of explosively fluffy white hair.

One good-looking hand held the latest phone model.

Four bold, sweeping characters were written across the phone case: Qingqing Darling

They could not be seen clearly because his hand covered them.

The comments below exploded.

[Holy Mother Who Escaped Paris]: Holy shit, holy shit, that's my son Aotian! Oh my god, you finally posted a selfie! The heavens must be raining red today.

[Catching Missiles Barehanded]: Fuck, I heard Wo Chunzhu say our Aotian was a handsome guy before, but I didn't believe it. Now I do. Damn it, even without showing his face, just based on that hand, our Aotian is definitely handsome.

[Sexy Big Toad]: Hiss, licking the screen. Such pretty hands. Good son, how did you know your mom has a hand fetish?

[Sheep Village's Big Fat Sheep]: (frowning at phone) (screaming wildly) (making a heart with toes) Why didn't you move that damn phone away? Are you afraid I'll rush through the screen and kiss you?

[Cilantro Doesn't Eat Cilantro]: No, oh my god, what is going on with that exploding hairstyle?

[Hair, Hair, My Hair]: ???? This setting, this hair, this hand—why do they look so familiar? I feel like I've seen them somewhere before.

He Qing, sitting on the sofa, looked at those comments and frowned fiercely.

After posting, Xu Yanche casually scrolled through his messages. He looked over the people seeking collaborations with him in the backend and picked a few to reply to.

After arranging his expression,

he walked out of the room with arrogant little steps.

He had originally wanted to make things difficult for He Qing and have him feed him and massage his shoulders.

But it was as if He Qing could foresee everything in advance.

Before Xu Yanche could say anything, He Qing always anticipated it with perfect accuracy.

He waited on him so comfortably.

[No, how does this guy know beforehand that I want him to feed me, massage my legs, and knead my shoulders?]

[I originally wanted to get angry and vent some of last night's resentment. But after he pulls this, how am I supposed to get angry? Hmph, forget it. I'm magnanimous, so I'll forgive him this once.]

He Qing saw that it was about time.

He had originally wanted to carry Xu Yanche to the set.

But Xu Yanche refused.

Xu Yanche snapped fiercely, "I'm a grown man. What's with carrying me around all day?"

After saying that, he huffed and walked ahead.

The moment he went outside and saw the sun in the sky, he sighed. "Today's sun is even more vicious than Rong Momo's needles."