Protecting My Wife's Gorgeous Body~

Dawn had yet to break, and the guests were still asleep.

Just then, the online livestream quietly went live, and everyone subscribed to it received a chiming notification.

[Holy crap, it's only six here! I was having such a good dream when this woke me up.]

[First time in my life I've been woken up by a livestream notification.]

[A wonderful day starts with watching Xingxing wake up!]

[Gee, thanks. Why would they start streaming this early?]

The follow director appeared on camera wearing a mask and lowered his voice. "Good morning, dear viewers. As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm. Today, we're giving our early risers a treat: a look at our guests first thing in the morning."

"Follow me." The follow director led the camera operator upstairs.

Their footsteps sounded especially loud in the silent hallway.

[So this was Director Guo's plan!]

[A surprise raid, huh? I like it~]

[Aaaaaah, the first room on the second floor is Xingxing and Shen Yanci's!]

The follow director quietly turned the door handle. The room was so dark that they could barely see anything. Neither guest seemed to be up yet.

The follow director waved at the camera operator, signaling for him to follow.

Through the high-definition camera, the surrounding furniture was faintly discernible despite the darkness.

As the camera operator moved, the shot settled on the small sofa.

The spare white sheet and pillow lay haphazardly on the sofa, but the person who was supposed to have slept there was nowhere to be seen.

The director frowned slightly and even reached out to feel it, declaring with great seriousness, "Cold."

[Hahaha, the director's been possessed by a detective.]

[Aaaaaah, point the camera at the big bed! I knew my ship shared a bed!]

[Xingxing, why even bother? Leaving that bedding here as a decoy! Good thing I got up early to watch!]

The camera swung around. There was only one small mound on the big bed.

The follow director carefully approached, and the camera tilted up, bringing a beautiful face into view.

The sleeping young man's silver hair was tousled. His face was bare, yet his skin looked even clearer, pinker, and softer than it did with makeup.

Another wave of howling and shrieking swept through the chat, but Song Yunxing was the only person on the bed. Shen Yanci wasn't there.

Instead of waking Song Yunxing right away, the director went around to the other side of the bed.

There were clear signs that someone had slept on that side, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses lay beside the pillow.

The director felt the pillow. A little body heat still lingered.

He turned back with a solemn expression. "Still warm!"

[They slept together! They slept together! They slept together!]

[Throw the confetti~]

[I'm the marriage registry, and I've brought myself here!]

[Aaaaaah, you two have been hiding this so well! Why didn't the production team install cameras in the room? I'm so mad!]

[Do they just enjoy having a secret affair? Taking digs at each other in public, then going at it like crazy in private!]

Just then, the bathroom door opened.

The camera refocused on the man standing in the doorway in a bathrobe.

Dawn broke, faint light mingling with shadow. The man before them had his brows drawn tight, and traces of moisture still clung to his face.

"What are you doing?" His voice was low and heavy, with a hint of anger at the intrusion.

The camera operator's hands shook, and he nearly lost his grip on the camera.

Shen Yanci was famously protective of his privacy in the industry. Once, a paparazzo had filmed him entering his home. Over that incident, he had personally registered a Weibo account to lash out at the paparazzo and taken him straight to court, forcing him to pay so much in damages that he went bankrupt. The incident had even trended.

The director's knees threatened to buckle too. The man radiated such an icy aura that he suspected he might freeze to death right there in the next second.

The follow director summoned his courage. "We're here to wake... you both up. Today's task is about to start."

The man silently radiated cold, leaving the atmosphere in the room painfully stiff.

The camera operator and the follow director both swallowed, recalling their conversation with Director Guo the night before.

"Angry? Don't worry. Just make enough noise to wake Song Yunxing up when the time comes. Mr. Song will protect you."

The follow director did his best to ignore the death glare aimed at him and spoke cautiously. "Mr. Song, time to get up."

The young man's lashes fluttered on the bed. He gave a soft little murmur and instinctively burrowed under the covers.

"That's enough. Go wake the other guests first and give us a moment to get ready," the man said coldly.

As though granted a pardon, the two promptly turned to retreat.

Someone bumped into something, and a sudden clatter rang through the room.

Rustling came from the bed. The young man spoke without opening his eyes, his clear voice carrying a soft, babyish lilt. "Who is it? Why are you being so noisy this early?"

Both men froze. The camera focused on the decorative vase that had rolled to their feet.

Comments flooded the livestream chat.

[Xingxing's voice is so cute~ My baby.]

[You're done for! Director, will you live to see another sunrise?]

[Hahaha, don't be scared, director. The Mutual-Dislike CP fans will remember your achievements forever.]

"You're awake? Today's filming has started. There's a task." The man's tone softened.

"Oh." Still half asleep, Song Yunxing sat up in bed.

Unwilling to give up, the camera operator turned back to film a little more before leaving.

Song Yunxing let out a sleepy yawn and got out of bed.

The two wore matching bathrobes. The young man's robe had fallen slightly out of place while he slept.

Extremely sensitive to cameras, the man turned sideways to block the young man's half-open neckline, then glanced back at the lens.

That single icy look carried an intense murderous intent.

The camera operator's legs went weak. He stumbled and made it out the door.

[Hahaha, the camera operator deserves at least double his bonus!]

[Shen Yanci: protecting my wife's gorgeous body~]

[These two have finally shown their true colors! Thank you, our great camera operator!]

[From now on, I'll feed you so well you'll have to hunt for the rice among all the meat!]

The camera operator and the follow director headed off to raid the next room. Song Yunxing had only just gotten up and was mechanically brushing his teeth, toothbrush in his mouth.

Wait, where had he just gotten up from?!

He whipped his head around. At the sight of the crumpled bedding on the right side of the round bed, he fell silent.

None of the guests in the villa had been awake, and the production team's surprise raid startled them all.

Still, they all looked good enough bare-faced to hold up on camera and didn't mind being filmed without makeup.

They were all groggy as they got up to wash under the production team's urging, but some of their instinctive little gestures of intimacy made excellent shipping fodder, and the fans happily enjoyed those sweet moments.

The production team brought the livestream camera to the Red-Brick House last. Inside, Lu Yiyi had already applied concealer and foundation.

She could faintly hear the crew talking outside the little house. Her eyes shifted as an idea struck. She carefully checked her face, added a little blush to both cheeks, and put all her cosmetics away in the cabinet.

She tugged her camisole down a little, arranged her hair, and squeezed in beside Luo An, who was sleeping like a pig. Resting her head on his arm, she closed her eyes.

Just as she had expected, the production team opened the door and called out to them.

She slowly opened her eyes, pretending to look sleepily into the camera, then shyly nestled into Luo An's arms.

[Aaaaaah, my Yi-An CP is sharing a bed!]

[They're so close! Luo An even lets her use his arm as a pillow!]

[Yiyi looks so good without makeup! There's absolutely no difference between her bare face and her made-up face!]

[She's as beautiful as an angel. How can someone so perfect exist in this world?]

Luo An slowly woke as well. He instinctively tried to rub his eyes, but his left arm was unexpectedly heavy, and he couldn't pull it free.

He opened his bleary eyes and looked down, then sprang up in shock.

"Holy shit, who the fuck are you?!"