Eat Your Fill Before You Work

Luo An jumped down from the bed and glared at Lu Yiyi with a terrified expression.

Lu Yiyi had been shoved hard by him; if she hadn't grabbed the bed frame with quick reflexes, she would have rolled straight off the bed.

"Luo An! Why did you push me!" Lu Yiyi couldn't help raising her voice to question him.

"How was I supposed to know you..." Halfway through his sentence, Luo An realized there were still two blurry figures in the room and hurriedly swallowed the rest.

He was nearsighted, and between being half-asleep and finding an unidentified object in his arms, not throwing her out was already a mercy!

Even if they were a contracted couple, sharing a bed without a heads-up was definitely not in the contract!

A dark flash crossed the depths of Luo An's eyes. He suppressed the heavy displeasure in his heart and pretended to have just woken up.

"Sister?" He rubbed his eyes, half-squinting to observe her, then suddenly lowered his head and hugged her, Lu Yiyi. "I'm sorry, Sister. I just had a nightmare and couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality for a second... You can punish me however you want."

Luo An had just woken up, his voice magnetic and low. He leaned over the woman's shoulder, sounding half like an apology and half like seduction, instantly diverting the attention of the fans in the live broadcast room.

[Ahhhhh, handing out sugar first thing in the morning!]

[You two slept in the same bed, what on earth did you do yesterday!]

[So sweet I could die!]

Among them, quite a few rational passersby and fans noticed some clues.

[What kind of couple wouldn't recognize their own partner? Something feels weird.]

[Actually, Luo An is nearsighted. Sometimes he just can't recognize people.]

[Luo An is the one being too much! He was this close to kicking Yiyi right out of bed! Good thing Yiyi is fine.]

[No, that bed is obviously a single bed! Did they really have to squeeze two people onto it?]

Lu Yiyi, buried against his chest, clenched her back teeth. What did he mean by that, treating her like a beast?!

If the camera weren't still right here, she would have fallen out with Luo An right now!

She patted Luo An's back, lifted her head from his embrace, and managed a strained hook of her lips. "So that's how it is. As long as you're alright, I'm not hurt."

Luo An cooperated fully, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist and burying himself in her shoulder as he mumbled an apology under the guise of sleepiness.

Lu Yiyi patted his back and pushed him away. "Stop acting spoiled. The show's director is right here-go wash up quickly."

The high-definition camera captured the scene of the two embracing, yet on Luo An's dark blue pajamas, a certain white mark was exceptionally obvious.

[Look at Luo An's pajamas, everyone! Hahahaha! There's a foundation print! Are the fans who blindly hyped Lu Yiyi's bare face getting their faces slapped now?]

[It's just a coincidence, right? Luo An's pajamas got dirty and weren't washed.]

[I'm dying, you can still wash that off. It's obviously from running over to put on makeup and then going back to sleep. Truly next-level faking it.]

[Our Yiyi just wanted to leave a perfect impression in front of Luo An, is that wrong? Better than some people who aren't even willing to get up and put on makeup!]

[The person above really knows how to shift the focus. The point is that she's faking it! It has nothing to do with makeup!]

The bullet comments in the live broadcast room surged as passersby and fans fought fiercely. In just a short hour this morning, the topic #"True or False Lovers" Morning Raid# climbed in popularity yet again, giving netizens a fresh understanding of the group's relationships.

The hazy sky gradually grew bright. All four sets of guests were already awake, making departure preparations in their respective bedrooms.

Song Yunxing washed up in a flash, slapped on some sunscreen, and bolted out of the primary bedroom.

The teenager paced back and forth anxiously in the living room, nervously pinching his palms.

He had been too exhausted yesterday; after getting up to use the bathroom, he had tumbled back into bed all groggy and completely lost track of where he was lying!

Ahhhh! Did that mean he had slept in the same bed with Shen Yanci all night long?! And Shen Yanci even knew it!!

Someone, just kill him! What face did he have left to appear in front of Shen Yanci!

The teenager felt somewhat on the verge of a breakdown, grabbing the back of the sofa and doing frenzied stretches.

A steady set of footsteps drifted from the stairwell. Song Yunxing lifted his gaze and locked eyes with Shen Yanci.

The atmosphere between the two froze for a split second, and the teenager's face flushed with blood all at once, turning red from his neck down to the tips of his ears.

"Well, working out bright and early. Singer Song truly lives up to his reputation as the model of self-discipline." The corner of the man's lips curved, intentionally placing heavy emphasis on certain words.

Song Yunxing was practically cooked all the way through and had no mental energy to snap back at him. He tucked his head down, pushed the door open, and bolted outside.

Shen Yanci lowered his gaze with an affectionate, lingering chuckle and walked toward the kitchen to brew some coffee.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the horizon was faintly bright, and the courtyard's night lights had yet to be turned off, illuminating the teenager's somewhat disheveled figure.

Just as the man picked up his freshly brewed coffee and looked up, he saw the person in question trip over a rock embedded in the lawn because he was rushing too much.

The man's movements paused slightly as he watched the teenager steady himself, stomp angrily on the stone twice, and stride out of the courtyard.

Shen Yanci shook his head helplessly and took a sip of coffee.

After only a moment, Song Yunxing rushed back into the courtyard in a flurry.

The teenager pushed the door open, his eyes shining faintly. "Shen Yanci! Let's go quickly! The vehicles for the market are already parked outside!"

The man nodded lazily, set down his cup, and walked over to his side.

Song Yunxing glanced at his cup without leaving a trace. Thinking of something, he strode over to the dining table and took out two packaged sandwiches.

"Here, the director and the others sent these yesterday. We probably won't have breakfast later." Song Yunxing tossed a sandwich to him, tore open the packaging on his own, and bit down on the sandwich.

The man wore a blank expression, lowering his gaze to look at the sandwich in his hand.

"Oh, almost forgot you're an Alpha." Song Yunxing swallowed a bite of his sandwich and tossed him another one. "...Is this enough?"

Shen Yanci came back to his senses, his long eyelashes fluttering. "Enough."

"If it's enough, hurry up and eat. Eat your fill before you work." A blush still lingered on the teenager's cheeks as he spoke with a slightly irritated tone. "We have to sell the citrus we picked yesterday. Do you even remember how many we picked?"

Shen Yanci gave a slight start; he hadn't counted at all, remembering only that they should have picked quite a lot.

"There's a whole truckload of them!" The teenager shoved the task card into his hand and said through gritted teeth, "This director really won't be at ease unless he's making things difficult for us!"

The pink task card read-

{Dear scandal-plagued couples, please transport the citrus you picked yesterday to the market for sale (the main theme of this event is assisting agriculture; however many you have on your truck, sell that many. You can only leave once they're sold). A portion of the proceeds from the sales will be returned to the fruit farmers, and the remaining funds will be used to purchase ingredients for tonight's dinner.

ps: The quality and appearance of your ingredients will determine your starting funds for the next season~}

"So let's go already! We can head out as soon as both guests are gathered!" Song Yunxing swallowed his sandwich and anxiously grabbed his arm, pulling him outward.

At this moment, viewers in the live broadcast room also saw a row of neatly parked trucks loaded with varying quantities of citrus.

Each truck had the name of a respective CP hanging on it, and one of the trucks was practically overflowing with fruit.

[Damn it, I just knew Director Guo that guy had too many tricks up his sleeve. I feel so sorry for the Mutual-Dislike CP!]

[It's truly not easy when a romance reality show gets played into a farm-chores variety show.]

[Where did Xingxing run off to? How come I don't see him?]

Quite a few viewers had just woken up and, upon refreshing Weibo's trending searches, clicked straight into the live broadcast room.

As the viewer count for the stream climbed, two figures appeared in a quiet corner of the frame.

Two people stood at the courtyard gate. The teenager dressed in casual wear walking in front was pulled back by the man behind him. The man said something, then helplessly pulled out a tissue, his fingertips grazing the teenager's bright, alluring lips through the thin layer of paper with an ambiguous brush.

Live broadcast room: !!!