A Little Psycho Actually Smelled Kind of Nice?

After setting down the note, Si Di pulled out a piece of clothing with one finger and took a closer look.

Heh.

Sure enough, it was a pair of long johns!

And the most retro, ugliest, most common kind—blue with white horizontal stripes!

The corner of Si Di's mouth twitched slightly as he reverently put the long johns back the way they had been.

Then he gently zipped up the woven plastic bag.

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Si Di said, "I've received this heavy fatherly love, but please take these things back to my dad. And tell him that I'm participating in a boy group survival show now. What is a boy group? Idols. Idols are the species least afraid of the cold in the world."

Just imagining wearing long johns beneath ripped jeans made him feel suffocated.

Qin Wei remained cold and merciless. "Uncle Si knew you'd refuse, so before I came, he told me I had to deliver the clothes directly into your hands."

Oh-ho?

Si Di blinked his almond-shaped eyes. "What my dad told you to do doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, does it?"

His refined brows rose cunningly.

With an expression that said, "I feel sorry for you, but I'm faking it," Si Di turned and left without a hint of reluctance.

His foot had barely stepped out and had not even touched the ground when his wrist suddenly tightened.

Qin Wei was only seven centimeters taller than him, but in terms of strength, he completely overpowered him. With a slight tug, he pulled Si Di back.

Si Di had not been prepared. He was yanked back so suddenly that his body went out of control, and he crashed heavily into Qin Wei.

Their chests pressed together.

Even through their thin clothes, warmth spread between them.

Si Di lifted his eyes, while Qin Wei lowered his.

Their gazes collided at close range.

Si Di swallowed. Damn it, did Qin Wei get surgery on his jaw? How had I never noticed his jawline was this good-looking before? And those eyes... they're actually the deepest, gentlest phoenix eyes?

Qin Wei's Adam's apple bobbed as well. This little psycho actually smells kind of nice? And his skin—wasn't it a little too delicate and pale for a man? How much skincare did he do? It's moist and smooth, and on closer look, there's even a layer of fine fuzz...

Thump.

Thump.

Their heartbeats were painfully clear.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely.

Neither of them moved.

After several seconds of deadlock, Si Di suddenly came to his senses. He forcefully shook off Qin Wei's hand and took a big step back, vigorously patting the front of his clothes as though he had brushed against something filthy.

"Fuck, Qin Wei, did you do that on purpose? Can you, a source of pollution, stay away from me? Don't defile and taint my purity and beauty, okay?"

As though he had heard a ridiculous joke, Qin Wei looked Si Di up and down.

"Do you know what you're saying?"

His voice was cold and disdainful.

Si Di felt insulted and shouted irritably, "Don't look down on people with those dog eyes! Qin Wei, don't think you're somehow above me just because my dad likes you. Let me tell you, I'm loved too! My boyfriend is a gentle, considerate, super-warm guy. You have no idea how much he treasures me!"

The moment he said that, Qin Wei narrowed his eyes.

He really had not expected Si Di to have a boyfriend.

However—

Qin Wei shook his head with a disgusted look and said venomously, "I'm a little curious. What kind of unlucky fool got possessed and fell for you? Did God draw a curtain over his eyes and forget to lift it?"

"..."

Damn it.

Enough was enough!

As Buddha said: when it was time to talk back, talk back. If you had a grudge and didn't repay it, what was the point of having a mouth?

Si Di forced up the corners of his lips and replied with a fake smile, dripping with sarcasm, "What is Producer Qin being sour about? Are you jealous that I have a boyfriend while you don't? Then again, with someone as sharp-tongued, arrogant, and obnoxious as Producer Qin, how good would someone's personality have to be to put up with you?"

His tone was exaggerated.

His expression was lively.

Si Di looked as infuriating as could be.

Yet Qin Wei pressed his lips together and smiled faintly. A hint of warmth entered his eyes as he said lightly, "My little darling does have a very good personality."

This time, Si Di was the one who was stunned.

What the hell!

Qin Wei actually had a little darling!

It was unbelievable. Even this dog of a man could find a partner!

Si Di gave a speechless, cold laugh. "There really are all kinds of birds in a big forest. For your sweet talk to trick away someone like that, your little darling must be pretty brain-dead."

The moment he insulted the little darling, Qin Wei's eyes turned sharply cold.

Their eyes met.

Qin Wei said, "For that warm guy to like you, his brain clearly isn't working too well either."

Si Di said, "Your little darling is brain-dead!"

Qin Wei said, "Your warm guy is an idiot."

Si Di said, "Your little darling is brain-dead!"

Qin Wei said, "Your warm guy is an idiot."

"..."

Unable to endure it any longer, Si Di took a breath, stepped forward, grabbed Qin Wei by the collar, and said through gritted teeth, "Family is off-limits, Qin Wei. Can we not drag our partners into it just because the two of us have a grudge?"

Qin Wei nodded. "Sure."

The atmosphere froze to its lowest point.

Their conversation had completely fallen apart.

Si Di rolled his eyes and glared bitterly at Qin Wei.

Qin Wei glanced at him, turned around, and picked up the woven plastic bag from the sofa.

"Uncle Si told me to do this. Since I agreed, I have to see it through. As for whether you wear them or not, that's up to you."

After saying that, he looped the bag's handles around Si Di's neck, dragged him to the door, and shoved him out hard.

Bang.

The door slammed shut.

There were so many clothes!

And his neck was so thin!

The weight made Si Di pitch forward. He sprawled against the cold, hard door and angrily pounded on it.

"Qin Wei, are you deaf? I already told you I'm not cold. I really don't need all these clothes! And there isn't even a wardrobe in the shared dorm room—I don't even have anywhere to put them—"

Before he could finish, he caught sight of someone from the corner of his eye.

Hugging the woven plastic bag hanging around his neck, Si Di turned his head and saw Lu Chen's bleached yellow hair. He instantly sighed in speechless frustration.

Lu Chen being here was no coincidence.

When he saw Qin Wei call Si Di away in the recording hall, he had secretly followed them out. He watched the two enter the lounge, but did not dare get too close, so he waited outside.

Who would have thought he would witness this scene?

Lu Chen's expression was extremely strange.

In just two seconds, several emotions passed over his face, shifting from confusion to utter shock.

Lu Chen swallowed and asked quietly, with a hint of timidity, "Si Di, what exactly is your relationship with Producer Qin?"

Si Di looked at him as if he had a black question mark over his head, his expression one of pure disbelief at an idiot.

He had just been angered by Qin Wei and was already holding back his temper, so he snorted impatiently, "What the fuck does it have to do with you?"

It was as if Lu Chen had suddenly become a different person. Not only did he not get angry, he actually approached with an awkwardly ingratiating smile.

"Brother Di, before, I failed to recognize greatness when I saw it. I thought you and Producer Qin really had that archrival relationship everyone talked about online. I never expected you two had already been in cahoots—"

Lu Chen abruptly stopped and slapped his own mouth twice.

"Ptooey, ptooey, listen to this mouth of mine. Brother Di, your archrival relationship with Producer Qin is all an act. You two are—um, that kind of relationship, right? First, you used the archrival act to build hype, then he'd make you famous. This is all part of your 'star-making plan,' right?"