Does Him Touching My Hand Mean He's Seducing Me?

This was a show centered on young people making friends and going on adventures. With a grin, the production team had invited eight guests—five men and three women—to livestream from a mountain. Three-time Best Actor Duan Xun and a three-time Best Actress had been specially invited to appear in the first episode.

There had previously been almost no reality shows with real-time livestreams. This was considered the first, so they had invited two heavyweight stars to anchor it.

They called it a friendship and adventure show, but in the original plot, it had a strong dating-show vibe.

The main reason was that the guests included newly crowned Best Actor Gu Yanting and rising idol Shen Qing. The two of them were the male leads, and it was their first time appearing together on this kind of variety show. Ambiguous flirting and sweet interactions were inevitable. They had forcibly steered the show off course and attracted a huge wave of fans.

This show was where the two male leads fell in love.

Afterward, both their love lives and careers took a qualitative leap forward. Idol Shen Qing had shot up to become a representative of top-tier traffic.

What?

What did solo fans think?

In entertainment-industry novels, everyone was a CP fan. What solo fans were there? Those were just brainless antis.

Likewise, Duan Xun, the arrogant young master, had suffered severe injuries protecting Shen Qing here. He lost a leg and became disabled, only for Shen Qing to turn around and publicly announce his relationship with Gu Yanting.

Duan Xun went mad because of it.

Other than Shen Qing, he practically slaughtered everyone in his path, eventually ending up miserably in prison.

The original host, meanwhile, had crawled around in the shadows, secretly sabotaging things everywhere.

Anyone who went against the protagonists was destined to suffer.

Song Mingzhou smiled.

Now that he was here, it was uncertain who would suffer.

A few days later, Song Mingzhou received a call from an unfamiliar number. The caller claimed to be Duan Xun's assistant and wanted to meet him alone.

Song Mingzhou knew it was about that matter. He had thought he would see Duan Xun, but only the assistant came. He was a capable young man wearing glasses, refined and soft-spoken, with few words to spare.

As soon as Song Mingzhou arrived, he got straight to the point and took out two contracts. "Mr. Song, please take a look. If there are no issues, sign them."

"Pfft..."

This direct?

Song Mingzhou put on a show of casually flipping through them, then readily signed his name. The assistant had not expected him to trust the contract so easily, but signing was enough. His task was complete, so he got up and left.

[Little 7, the man I've set my sights on is really impressive. Even his assistant is this cool. He has potential.]

527: [You're here to complete a mission, not pick a partner.]

[More or less.]

[Very much not more or less.]

Song Mingzhou rubbed the tip of his nose, a little pleased deep down.

Soon, it was the day of the livestream.

The guests needed to take the production team's vehicle to the destination together. Song Mingzhou was the second guest to arrive.

He wore a simple white shirt and a pink cap. The moment he entered view, the cameraman aimed the lens at him. His exquisitely backlit features suddenly appeared on camera.

What a beautiful young man.

Even the cameraman stared blankly. Was this really the crazy troublemaker the director had said was ugly and loved to stir up trouble?

After several seconds of dead silence, the livestream erupted in a flood of vicious insults packed with mother-related profanity.

—'Guys, help me take a look. Doesn't he look like that pervert who sexually harassed my brother?'

—'That's him. What a waste of that pretty face. Disgusting cheap bastard.'

—'Fuck, the production team has really lost it. They'll invite anyone for traffic. Speechless!'

—'Someone like him can join a variety show and make money? Does no one care about the safety of handsome men and beautiful women? Are they insane?'

—'Keep him away from Brother Ting. Don't let him harass him, or I seriously want to call the police and stab him to death [death smile].'

Song Mingzhou could not see the comments.

He took off his cap, casually ran a hand through his hair, and shyly waved at the camera with a smile. "Hello, everyone. My name is Song Mingzhou."

When he did not have a mission, he should maintain a well-behaved image. He could not really become hated by the entire internet.

On camera—

His eyes seemed to hold scattered starlight. His brows and eyes curved as he smiled, beautiful beyond reason.

A few different comments drifted through the stream of abuse.

—'He's so obedient and handsome, like a porcelain doll. Does someone who looks like this really need to harass anyone?'

—'Little brother is kind of shy. If I punched him, would he cry?'

—'No joke, if he lay on my bed, I'd immediately become a 4-love top and fuck him senseless. If I didn't make him cry and beg for mercy, my surname wouldn't be Niu!'

—'This is my new husband. You've got the wrong person, thanks.'

Song Mingzhou did not know that he had been fucked countless times in just a few minutes. He obediently put away his luggage, and the director came over.

When the director saw Song Mingzhou's face, he was startled too. It was truly difficult to connect the gentle, polite young man before him with the lunatic who had clung to his leg and wailed while throwing a tantrum some time ago.

These were two different people, right?

The director pushed up his glasses and asked suspiciously, "You're Song Mingzhou?"

Song Mingzhou's peach blossom eyes glimmered faintly as he nodded reservedly. "Yes. Good morning, Director Ma."

Well, damn.

The director looked him up and down several times before confirming that he really was that same lunatic from before. He had not expected such a huge change after the lunatic switched styles. His face was this pretty, too.

Who would not be dazzled by him?

"Director?"

"Huh?" The director came back to his senses and coughed awkwardly twice. "Um, Duan Xun is already in the car. You two can get acquainted first."

"Okay."

[Tsk, I haven't seen him in days. I wonder whether he missed me. Sigh, I missed him so much I couldn't sleep. Once you've had meat, it really is hard to endure.]

[It's just a pity that such a handsome man is blind. Who was there to like but that little white-flower male lead bottom? Now his darling is here too. Can I still get any advantage?]

[What's so good about Shen Qing? He looks like he can't take it, and besides, you can't fuck him anyway. He belongs to that dog Gu. They're just leading us two villains around by the nose. Unlike me—I can take it.]

Duan Xun had been resting with his eyes closed in the car. Hearing that muttering, his lashes trembled. He suddenly felt a little hot, so he undid a button.

Song Mingzhou got into the car, swung in his long legs, and headed straight for the last row.

It was him, indeed.

"Good morning, Teacher Duan." Song Mingzhou politely greeted him with a proper smile, then obediently sat down beside him. He had signed a contract of sale, after all. He should have the awareness to proactively get close to his patron.

Duan Xun slowly opened his eyes and held out a hand to him. "Morning."

A handshake?

Song Mingzhou held out his hand too.

The man's large palm almost completely enveloped his. The fingertips, callused ever so slightly, seemed to brush unintentionally over the web between his thumb and forefinger.

It was a little ticklish.

Song Mingzhou felt as if something had shocked his tailbone, leaving it numb and tingly.

[He touched my hand. Is he seducing me? Right in front of the camera? I love it. I want to kiss him. He looks so handsome today, and even his collarbones are exposed. So pretty.]

Duan Xun said, "You look good too."

Song Mingzhou: ??

—'Do they know each other? How does Best Actor Duan know this harasser?'

—'Why are they sitting so close? Did he get captivated by our Young Master Duan? Please no. I'm starting to worry about Master Duan's innocence, help.'

—'You're overthinking it, everyone. Don't you know what kind of person Duan Xun is? He stands alone in the entertainment industry.'

—'Don't you think it was Young Master himself who stuck to him??'

After greeting each other, Song Mingzhou sat up straight.

Duan Xun, meanwhile, leaned casually against the seatback and took off his jacket to cover himself. His hand brushed Song Mingzhou's waist as if by accident.

Song Mingzhou was already sensitive. Such a light touch made his mind automatically replay that night, and a peachy flush spread across his ears and neck.

[Is he dressed this provocatively to hook up with Shen Qing? Does he even know Shen Qing only sees him as a huge sucker?]

[As a fellow villain, I kind of sympathize with him. But then again, those two scumbags don't know that us two villains have already fucked, hehe.]

Duan Xun smiled as he listened to his thoughts.

So cute.

Want to...

Fuck...

The production team was now going to pick up the third guest. The young woman assigned to follow the car came over with a microphone to interview them. Although her face was not filmed, her voice carried a hint of shyness.

"Is this also your first time on a friendship program like this, Teachers? Netizens are very interested, so we selected a few questions to ask the two of you. Is that okay?"