Warning: The Pervert's Cover Is About to Be Blown

"If this is how you're apologizing, then I accept."

Shen Siyi's expression returned to normal, and a trace of amusement entered his eyes.

What he wanted was Song Nianxing's guilt.

The guiltier he felt, the more initiative he would take.

First kisses, then hugs, giving more and more, little by little.

Then, when he finally realized he had nothing left, he could only surrender himself "completely," engaging in deeper "exchanges and interactions" with him day and night to make sure he wouldn't be abandoned.

How vile.

But so what? He simply loved his Ah Xing too much.

Song Nianxing had no idea what Shen Siyi was thinking, but when he heard Shen Siyi accept his apology and saw how much better his expression looked, he figured the other man must have thought of something happy.

It seemed that way of apologizing really worked.

In that case, Shen Siyi was actually... pretty easy to appease.

Song Nianxing marveled to himself for a moment, then began hoping that whatever Shen Siyi was thinking would come true. That way, Shen Siyi could stay happy, and he would be... very safe, too.

"Those briefs obviously aren't your size. Anyone can see they're bigger than yours and smaller than mine. You're on a show, and you're secretly hoarding another man's underwear? We only just divorced, and you're already doing this. Are you that fucking desperate, Ji Yu?"

"What the fuck do you mean, bigger than mine and smaller than yours? You said it yourself, we're divorced, so why do you care so much? Hah, yeah, I'm fucking desperate. What? Are you offering to help me take care of it? Forget keeping another man's underwear-even if I hung his dick from my waistband, it'd be none of your business!"

As Song Nianxing was thinking, a sudden burst of shouting outside the laundry room dragged him back to the present. He gave Shen Siyi a bewildered look, and Shen Siyi blinked back quite innocently.

The next second, with a cry invoking a certain plant, someone kicked the laundry room door open.

"Ji Yu! What the hell do you mean by that? There really is a man you'd wear on your waist, isn't there?!"

"Will you fucking quit it! I'm here to wash my underwear. Did you follow me to help wash it or what?"

Ji Yu and Qi Huan appeared in the laundry room doorway almost simultaneously.

The instant the four pairs of eyes briefly met, even the air seemed to freeze.

Ji Yu cleared his throat and was the first to break the silence with a smile. "We meet again. Having a laundry room date, you two?"

"Hah, you think everyone's like you, ready to hook up anywhere?" Qi Huan's expression turned cool again as he snapped back at Ji Yu.

"Would it fucking kill you to shut up?" Ji Yu immediately shot him a glare, squeezing the words out through gritted teeth.

Song Nianxing's gaze shifted back and forth between them several times. Truly unsure how to respond, he could only give an awkward little smile and shrink closer to Shen Siyi's side.

Previously, he had only seen these two on-screen or heard about them from others. One was a renowned director who had won more awards than he could hold, and the other was a fine actor, famously aloof and unattainable, who focused solely on acting.

Yet looking at them now... one was a loudspeaker spouting nonsense, and the other was a snarling firecracker.

Apparently, everyone in this industry really did have a carefully disguised public persona.

Then... what about Shen Siyi?

His gaze slowly returned to Shen Siyi, who happened to look over at him as well. His smile was a little dazzling beneath the overhead light. "Ignore those two. Weren't you going to get laundry detergent? There's some in my suitcase. Go on, I'll wait here and figure out how to use the washing machine."

Yes, Shen Siyi's gentleness and consideration definitely weren't some persona.

Song Nianxing's eyes lit up. He obediently nodded and said okay, then gave Ji Yu and Qi Huan a shy smile before slipping past them and leaving the laundry room.

Autumn nights by the sea weren't particularly cold, but the wind kept blowing. Song Nianxing pulled his clothes tighter around himself and hurried to the tent he shared with Shen Siyi.

The string of seashell wind chimes hanging on the tent flap swayed gently and chimed at his movement.

The moment he entered the tent, Song Nianxing's gaze fixed on Shen Siyi's suitcases.

There were two, one black and one white.

Shen Siyi hadn't said which color suitcase it was in, so he had to pick one first. But his luck had always been bad.

He tried the black one first. As soon as he opened it, the first things that struck his eyes were a pack of men's briefs and a tablet.

It was clearly a suitcase containing plenty of personal belongings.

One glance at that pack was enough for Song Nianxing to keenly appreciate the difference in their "builds."

His cheeks warmed involuntarily. He stole a guilty glance at the camera, relieved that the livestream had already ended and no one would see this embarrassing moment, then hurried to close the suitcase.

Just then, the tablet lit up with a new message.

Song Nianxing shouldn't have looked. After all, it was Shen Siyi's private business.

But when the tablet lit up, what caught his eye happened to be an incredibly familiar photo.

Because it was a photo of Song Nianxing himself!

From his appearance in the photo, he clearly hadn't realized anyone was taking it. The view was blurry, nothing like a photo taken openly in front of him. Instead, it looked more like the work of someone lurking in the shadows!

Why did Shen Siyi have this photo? Where had it come from? Or had Shen Siyi taken it himself?!

But that was impossible! Judging by the surroundings in the photo, it must have been three months ago, when he was temporarily staying in the company dorm. How could Shen Siyi possibly have gone to his company?

Just then, the screen flashed twice more. Song Nianxing recognized the name that popped up.

[Wen Xian: The new surveillance camera you wanted is here. Higher definition. I don't get why you need so many cameras. Blurry ones aren't good enough, either. Do you really want to watch him that badly, afraid he'll run away?]

A surveillance camera!

Right. When he had stayed in the company dorm three months ago, there had been a decorative tree with a surveillance camera installed in it.

He remembered that decorative tree. The pervert had sent it. He hadn't known who it was from at the time, which was why he had put it in the dorm.

Only after discovering the camera and moving out of the dorm had he learned from the pervert's messages that it had been his first "gift." After that, the things he received had become those sex toys.

Looking at the photo on the tablet now, it really was blurry enough to look like a frame captured from surveillance footage!

And this tablet belonged to Shen Siyi.

So, was Shen Siyi in contact with that pervert?

Or was the reason the pervert never harassed him when Shen Siyi was around that Shen Siyi was the pervert himself?

Song Nianxing's hair abruptly stood on end.

The tent's wind chimes rang again.

Along with them came Shen Siyi's familiar, deep, cool voice.

"You've been taking so long, Ah Xing. What are you looking at?"