Never to meet again, in life or death

The two stared at each other, silent for a long, long time.

Xu Chao slapped a hand over his mouth, which was worth even less than his life.

Tilting his head and shutting his eyes, he bumped into the man's chest.

"Boss, I was wrong! I was really, truly wrong!"

"I was just joking! I really wasn't treating you like a rent boy-oh no, a john. Please forgive me just this once!"

"From now on, I'll warm your bed every day. I guarantee it'll be toasty warm, inside and out."

Watching the little head burrowing around in his arms, Fu Sichen couldn't help the corners of his lips lifting.

Just as he was about to speak, a tentative greeting came from outside the tent.

And at that moment, a tentative voice also came from outside the tent.

"Chaochao, if the boss is beating you, just say the word. I'll rush right in and save you."

"..."

Xu Chao secretly lifted an eyelid and saw that peerlessly handsome face darken with violence, as though he would shoot the rumormonger dead the very next second.

"Boss, there's something wrong with his brain. Don't stoop to his level. I'll go out and teach him a good lesson right now. I guarantee I'll fix his brain..."

With that, Xu Chao nimbly wriggled out of the sleeping bag.

Fu Sichen's brow twitched at the sight, a trace of helplessness in his voice. "You're going out like that?"

Xu Chao's buttocks clenched, and his eyes instinctively darted down there. That unmentionable spot was in a thoroughly unmentionable state, and a hiss escaped his throat.

"No-"

"Chaochao, I'm coming to save you-"

Lin Yang rushed frantically into the tent, only to be greeted by a figure with two long, slender legs twisted pigeon-toed, both hands clamped over his crotch, and an affected, contorted expression...

Uh.

Lin Yang stumbled out in a daze and ran straight into Cheng Yu, who had come over to ask about things. He asked worriedly, "Why do you look like that? Did something happen to Xu Chao?"

Lin Yang shook his head. "No."

Cheng Yu asked with concern, "Then what are they doing? They're making such a racket, I thought they were arguing."

Lin Yang looked a little numb. "They're doing cosplay."

Cheng Yu was even more confused. "Huh?"

Lin Yang didn't understand it either. "Cosplaying a ladyboy."

Cheng Yu: "!!!"

Inside the tent, Xu Chao couldn't hold back. "You're the one cosplaying a ladyboy! I'm a man, a real man!"

Lin Yang and Cheng Yu exchanged a glance and left together, stifling their laughter, leaving only Xu Chao in the tent, desperately wanting to prove himself.

But how could he dare leave the tent before dealing with the incriminating evidence?

So all he could do was meekly, awkwardly change into a fresh pair of underwear, then rush out to destroy the evidence.

Fu Sichen stopped him. "I'll take care of it for you."

After all, it concerned his privacy and wasn't exactly something to be proud of. Deeply embarrassed, Xu Chao hurriedly shook his little head in refusal. "No, no! It's not worthy of dirtying your hands. I'll do it myself."

The next second, the man suddenly leaned closer, his dark eyes fixed intently on him. "Chaochao isn't dirty at all. Taking care of you is what your husband should do."

The man's voice was already deep and resonant, and deliberately lowering it added a few more notes of sensual intimacy.

When had an innocent young guy ever been flirted with like this?

Even the roots of his ears turned scarlet.

In a flurry, he tossed the incriminating evidence into the man's arms and ran out with his head down. "S-s-sorry for the trouble. I'm going to wash up."

Watching the young man's slightly disheveled, flustered retreating figure.

The man raised his hand and held it to his nose to sniff, his tongue licking across his dry lips before the corners of his mouth slowly curved upward.

Pleasure, sickness, greed.

Once all the guests were up, the production team's livestream officially began.

On camera, everyone's first task was to eat breakfast.

Xu Chao took a sip of milk and another bite of bread. Only after mentally preparing himself did he poke the man's arm and ask in a tiny voice, "Ahem, where did you throw it away?"

That sin-laden pair of underwear.

The farther away it had been thrown, the better!

They were never to meet again, in life or death!