Why Be Shy? It's Not Like This Is Your First Time Sitting Here

Song Mingzhou vaguely heard approaching footsteps through the sound of running water. Hmm, they seemed to be getting closer.

Closer and closer.

Is he coming in?

Is he going to do that in the bathroom again?

I'm not even done washing yet. Didn't he just complain that I smelled too much like alcohol? Why was he in such a hurry to come in? Do men get horny once they reach a certain age?

Tsk, what kind of reaction should I have later? Should I pretend to be startled or act frozen, then let him pick me up? Or should I happily throw myself at him?

Ah, I didn't think this through.

I need to hurry up. He won't barge in, will he? Though it'd be fine if he did. The bathroom... was pretty nice.

"Cough."

Duan Xun coughed softly and stopped awkwardly outside the bathroom door without pushing it open.

Seriously.

He really had been about to go in. His brain had stopped listening to him. If he hadn't heard Song Mingzhou's muttered inner thoughts, he really would have gone in.

Luckily, he hadn't. Otherwise, he would have earned himself the label of a lustful old man.

His image was important.

Duan Xun silently backed away and returned to the living room sofa, deciding to wait until Song Mingzhou finished showering.

With nothing to do, he unlocked his phone and saw an entertainment topic rapidly climbing the trending charts.

"Gu Yanting, Shen Qing?"

Why was Song Mingzhou involved too?

Frowning, Duan Xun tapped into it.

The hottest post was a video. Judging from the angle, it seemed to have been filmed by a surveillance camera. Someone carried an unconscious person into a room.

Though the footage was not particularly clear, their builds and side profiles could still be made out. Especially since Song Mingzhou had come out afterward, making things even clearer.

The video fast-forwarded, and a woman entered the room.

Then Gu Yanting rushed over, kicked open the door, and carried out the barely conscious Shen Qing.

That woman came chasing after him, her clothes disheveled.

Such a massive scandal had been laid right before everyone's eyes, and the topic's popularity instantly soared, especially since Gu Yanting was involved.

The entanglement between Gu Yanting, Shen Qing, and Song Mingzhou had not yet faded from public discussion. Now that this had happened, the three of them were dragged out for another round of speculation.

Meanwhile, Cheng Xin seemed to have vanished into thin air.

This matter was bound to blow up, but not this quickly. The people had barely left when the surveillance footage was leaked.

Duan Xun scrolled through the comments.

—"This Song Mingzhou is so annoying. Why is he everywhere? Did he deliberately set Qingqing up?"

—"Some people's fans are shameless. It was obvious that Zhouzhou was helping Shen Qing into the room so he could rest. Who knew where Shen Qing had gone to drink himself senseless?"

—"Who is this woman?"

—"I have to say, when Brother Ting carried Shen Qing out, it took me right back to that time on the mountain. So handsome, exactly the same."

—"Zhouzhou is so kind. He left in such a hurry, he was probably going to get help."

—"Song Mingzhou is that guy from last time... Oh my god, he's so handsome. I'm obsessed with him."

—"When Song Mingzhou helped Shen Qing earlier, they looked so sweet together. I want to ship them too. He's so kind."

—"Anyway, I believe in my baby Zhouzhou, hehe."

The comments were far more positive than last time, but the video alone did not reveal the full story.

If nothing unexpected happened, someone would step forward tonight or tomorrow morning.

Duan Xun showed little expression, though coldness spread through his eyes. He stared thoughtfully at the comments beneath the trending topic, then made a phone call.

"President Duan."

"Look into what happened to Song Mingzhou tonight."

"Yes."

Not long after he hung up, Song Mingzhou came out of the shower. His freshly bathed skin was pale with a rosy flush, delicate and smooth. He looked like a peach from head to toe.

Duan Xun swallowed discreetly before he could force his gaze away from him with difficulty, making himself seem less "lustful."

Song Mingzhou walked over. Before he could say anything, Duan Xun swept out an arm, and the young man fell onto his lap.

"Don't move."

Duan Xun stopped Song Mingzhou's squirming in a hoarse voice, his eyes dark as he stared at his lips. "It's not like this is your first time sitting here. Why are you shy?"

Song Mingzhou: ...

No, I wasn't shy.

Duan Xun touched his chin and gently tipped it up. After looking deeply into his eyes, he lowered his head and captured his lips.

Song Mingzhou instantly sank into the tenderness he had long fantasized about.

They kissed for a long time, so long that Song Mingzhou's limbs went weak and he could barely hold himself up. Even his bathrobe was nearly useless.

"Ha..."

Song Mingzhou exhaled heavily. Before he could even finish catching his breath, he was pulled down.

Song Mingzhou stared blankly at the swaying ceiling. His gaze gradually lost focus until he could no longer make out what the ceiling looked like.

The two of them moved to the bedroom. Song Mingzhou lay on the soft bed, only to be met with another round before he could rest.

In the end, they did it once more in the bathroom.

"Tomorrow, you..."

"No, I can't anymore. I don't want to..." Song Mingzhou shrank back in fear.

Duan Xun fell silent for a moment.

Fine.

He scooped the man up. Song Mingzhou nearly kicked him, but Duan Xun held him close. "Don't move around. I'm taking you to shower."

"You..."

"This time, I mean it. Just a shower. I promise I won't do anything."

"??"

Really? He said the same thing last time, and the time before that too. He's completely untrustworthy.

He's a sex demon.

My waist...

Song Mingzhou wailed miserably in his heart, shut his eyes, and prepared himself to sacrifice himself once more to this beast. To his surprise, Duan Xun really did just obediently help him take a shower.

After wrapping him in a fresh bathrobe, Duan Xun carried him back to bed and laid him down. Then he lay down on his side beside him.

Song Mingzhou silently edged farther away.

Stay away from him.

Duan Xun did not know whether to laugh or cry. He reflected on himself for three seconds before tossing the thought aside. He pulled Song Mingzhou back into his arms, rubbing his chin against his shoulder.

"Zhouzhou."

Song Mingzhou: "???"

Song Mingzhou: "!!!"

Duan Xun curved his lips. "Your fans seem to call you that. They call you Zhouzhou."

Song Mingzhou's ears reddened awkwardly. "You're not my fan."

"Why not? I'm your number one fan." Duan Xun smiled again. His slender fingertips lingered over Song Mingzhou's cheek as his gaze turned entranced. "Little Zhouzhou, did you miss me these past few days?"

"..."

Song Mingzhou's ears turned even redder.

What was going on?

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Damn it!

That's cheating! Beast!

Song Mingzhou cursed him internally, then poked his head out. His eyes still carried a lingering flush as he said, "I did."

He really had missed him.

Satisfied, Duan Xun pressed a kiss beside his lips. "I'll have time in a couple of days. I'll come visit you on set."

"Mm."

What?!

Song Mingzhou's eyes widened in shock. "Y-you're coming to the set?"

"Yeah."

"..."

Song Mingzhou was so stunned that he could not speak. Could it be... could he be deliberately teasing him? Was he actually going to visit Shen Qing on set?

[Ding. Plot point triggered. The host throws a tantrum at Duan Xun and attempts to stop him from visiting the production set.]