We Both Sleep in the Bed

If he hadn't switched worlds, Si You would never have humbled himself. At the peak of his career, arrogance had been his trademark.

But when it came to Jiang Tingxu, it wasn't entirely restraint and avoidance.

As he'd said before, Jiang Tingxu was one of the very few people Si You had genuinely admired across both lives. He respected Jiang Tingxu more than anything. Jiang Tingxu had firmly refused him several times just now, and for some reason, Si You compromised in an instant.

Then he looked up and saw Xue Boyu at the other end of the hallway, making Si You's heart pound.

Yet Xue Boyu gazed at them with a gentle look that said, "I get it" and "I understand." When Jiang Tingxu turned to look, Xue Boyu pushed open the door and went into his room.

Si You: "..."

Jiang Tingxu's room felt warm the moment he entered. Si You immediately glanced at the sofa. "I'll sleep..."

"The bed," Jiang Tingxu said.

Si You was startled. "You're sleeping on the sofa? No way!"

Jiang Tingxu raised an eyebrow. "Has it occurred to you that we can both sleep in the bed?"

Jiang Tingxu's bed was 2.2 meters wide, more than spacious enough for two men.

Si You blinked. Honestly, he'd been pampered since childhood, and after rising to the top of the entertainment industry, he'd never developed the habit of sharing things with others—especially a bed. Of course, he had no other choice now, but sleeping with someone else... it was his first time.

Jiang Tingxu seemed to understand something, his expression turning unreadable. "Are you worried Shen Chuan will misunderstand?"

The moment he said that, Si You flopped stiffly onto the bed, bouncing up and down on the spring mattress a few times.

Jiang Tingxu laughed. "Go to sleep."

Si You sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I'll take another shower first."

Jiang Tingxu nodded. When Si You came out after a hot shower, he caught the scent of noodles, and his stomach immediately growled with hunger.

"You didn't eat dinner," Jiang Tingxu said. "I made instant mixed noodles. Make do with them."

Si You was overflowing with gratitude. "Okay, okay!"

Being Jiang Tingxu's partner really wasn't bad. The man was steady and dependable, and he didn't discriminate against him either.

There was even a braised egg on top of the noodles. Si You thought it smelled heavenly.

He ate with full concentration. When he was nearly full and looked up, he realized Jiang Tingxu was sitting in a chair watching him.

Jiang Tingxu had long limbs, and even sitting casually was pleasing to the eye.

"You don't like Shen Chuan anymore?" Jiang Tingxu asked.

Si You nodded.

"Why?"

Si You thought for a moment before answering, "Some things have been bottled up for too long, and they're hard to explain. Last season, I was a fucking idiot, but you know, a prodigal son returns. I've sincerely turned over a new leaf and become a new person."

After saying that, Si You raised two fingers in a swearing gesture.

Jiang Tingxu hummed, giving no indication of what he thought.

But Si You could feel that this man's attitude toward him had softened. Otherwise, with Jiang Tingxu's temperament, he never would have let Si You stay in his room.

Then he drank a cup of hot black tea. Full and content, Si You took some cold medicine, and sleepiness swept over him once more. But this time was different. He no longer had to sleep on that tiny sofa. Lying in bed beneath the covers, Si You finally truly understood just how much the production crew valued Jiang Tingxu. He curled comfortably deeper into the blankets, revealing only his calm, delicate brows and eyes.

When Jiang Tingxu came out after washing the cup, he couldn't help pausing softly at the sight. He wasn't exactly mild-tempered. People praised him for having no airs on set only because he loved acting and insisted on doing everything himself. He enjoyed it. Later, after becoming famous and winning Best Actor, there was no longer any need to compete with others over anything. Jiang Tingxu had a habit of looking after juniors, but this was the first time he'd looked after someone enough to bring him into his own room.

He couldn't quite explain it. It was just that when he saw Si You squeezed onto that tiny sofa, with no color in his lips yet still smiling and telling him he was fine, Jiang Tingxu hadn't wanted him to remain in that obviously damp room.

Jiang Tingxu looked over the things Sister Chen had sent him for a while, then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

He and Si You stayed out of each other's way; there was even enough space between them for another person to lie down. Jiang Tingxu was a light sleeper and had prepared himself to be woken up by Si You tossing around. But Si You was genuinely well-behaved. It was as if he understood his circumstances, lying rigidly still without moving.

That night's sleep restored some of Si You's energy. When he woke, he finally didn't feel quite so exhausted.

After several hectic days, the directors decided to let the guests rest for half a day that morning.

Jiang Tingxu opened his eyes right on time. The sight of someone sitting at the desk woke him fully, and only then did he realize it was Si You.

"Morning." Jiang Tingxu's voice was husky from sleep, and sexy too.

Si You couldn't help raising a hand to pinch his ear. He turned to look at him. "Morning."

"Your voice still hasn't recovered."

Si You didn't care. "It's fine. It'll be better in a few days."

Jiang Tingxu didn't linger in bed either. He got up and headed for the bathroom.

"Best Actor, I want to borrow the computer," Si You said.

"Go ahead."

Seeing that it was still early, Si You planned to stream for an hour.

[Oh my god, it's only eight in the morning. Sure, it's a lively time of day, but for horror games, isn't that practically the underworld?]

"We only have the morning off," Si You explained. "I won't have time tonight either."

But it was Saturday, and viewers without the work buff quickly reported in. They had no particular hobby; they just wanted to watch Si You do a slide tackle.

This time, he chose a game called Leaking Ceiling. The player entered as a tenant. At first, strange noises could be heard. Though they clearly lived on the top floor, water dripping from the ceiling woke them at night. After asking the property management to inspect it, they were told the waterproof coating above was completely intact. Then strange incidents began occurring frequently in the home. Only by uncovering the truth could the player escape the curse.

Same old rules: great sound effects, strong graphics, terrifying ghosts.

[I must be sick! I'm hiding under my blankets first thing in the morning.]

[Who isn't? I was watching in the living room, then somehow ended up in my bedroom.]

[I've already activated the blanket barrier. Do as you please, gentlemen.]

Fortunately, it was daytime. If they watched this at night, no one would be sleeping afterward.

Si You died once at a candle-lighting stage. The female ghost dove straight down from the ceiling and swallowed the character whole on the spot.

Amid a wall of "hahahaha" in the chat, Si You snorted coldly. "She can only kill her daddy once."

[Plane and Bobo both played this one. They said it was brutal.]

Plane was the horror-game streamer who had entered Si You's stream and showered him with gifts to bring traffic when Si You had first started streaming. They had added each other as platform friends, but because they worked in different fields, and because Si You had been caught up in constant controversy lately, they had barely interacted.

"Point five seconds," Si You said. "I did the math. I only have point five seconds to light the candle. It has to be flawless."

But when lighting the exorcism candle, the female ghost would appear to interfere. She would constantly distort the space, making the player's view sway along with it, which made it extremely difficult to control the angle.

[Can he do it?]

Si You smiled arrogantly. "I'm capable of anything, okay?"

Then intense, terrifying music began to play. Si You controlled his character as he charged toward the red table in the center, muttering at the same time, "Left, left, right, left..."

[Holy shit! His character is moving straight the whole time. How is he doing that?]

[This bastard memorized the swaying sequence the first time the space distorted, then countered it to maintain balance!]

[Badass!]

The direction of the swaying had to be fixed. If it were random, people could play until they were buried.

The viewers were once again stunned by Si You's memory and reaction speed. He controlled the character to light the candle quickly, incredibly steadily! Then, as the female ghost dropped from the ceiling with a shrill scream, everyone saw the familiar slide tackle. Si You charged straight beneath the table on the other side—that was a one-hundred-percent safe spot! The ceiling plaster peeled away and fluttered down like snow, while the truth behind a murder case from ten years ago surfaced...

Si You stretched. "Cleared it."

The chat's "666" erupted like a volcano. Si You had taken a total of forty-seven minutes, breaking the current fastest record for the game.

Some of the big spenders were utterly convinced, wondering if this was what jealousy-inducing talent looked like.

[Fuck, just watching this pisses me off.] Though the big spenders said that, they spammed gifts like crazy.

Si You had been so engrossed in the game that he hadn't noticed someone standing behind him. Only after catching the faint scent of body wash did he turn around and discover Jiang Tingxu behind him.

"You're done washing up?" Si You asked.

"Mm," Jiang Tingxu said. "That slide tackle just now was beautiful."

[Hiss—he kind of sounds like my husband.]

Si You: "!!!" He'd forgotten to mute the mic!

Si You wanted to say no, but in just a few seconds, he saw accounts named "Ginger Powder 153," "Only Love Tingxu," "Husband's Only Xuxu," and the like flood into the stream.

[Si You, what did you do to my husband?]

Si You: "..."

Si You had no backbone. He said "bye-bye" at lightning speed and ended the stream.

"What do we do?" Si You said. "It seems like they heard him."

"If they heard, they heard," Jiang Tingxu said. "We're partners now. Isn't it normal for us to be together?"

Just as he finished speaking, someone knocked on the door.

"They're probably calling me downstairs to eat," Jiang Tingxu said blandly. "I'll blow-dry my hair. You go downstairs first."

"Okay." After answering, Si You went to open the door, only for a black camera lens to poke inside.

The other person didn't give an inch, and Si You was instead forced half a step back.

The production crew giving them half a day off didn't mean filming had stopped. At this time, every guest's cameraman had gone to their room to gather footage. Fei Chang was having tea and chatting with Zhang Jianlin for the separate recording. Xu Ke was organizing his wardrobe. The two girls were wearing face masks and had chased away their cameraman. Another young couple was telling the camera about their love story. Everything was normal—but when it came to Jiang Tingxu and Si You, things became extremely abnormal!

Si You's cameraman had already reached the room's doorway when he saw his partner staring over with a shocked expression. Sensing something, he stepped sideways and saw Si You standing at Best Actor Jiang's door.

The next second, two cameras were shoved right into his face.

Si You: "..."

"Why don't you just eat me?" Si You said lifelessly.

Fans could clearly see that because of Si You's words, the Best Actor's lips curled upward behind him.

Most speechless of all, Xue Boyu was standing behind the two cameramen.

Xue Boyu held up his phone to film himself, muttering under his breath.

[!!! Why is Si You in Jiang Tingxu's room?!]

[Don't overthink it. He was just borrowing a computer. Check Si You's Weibo—he posted a stream announcement an hour ago.]

[These two faces look so perfect in the same frame.]

[Perfect together.]

[Perfect my ass!]