Matching pajamas??

Now he could only borrow money from one of those two.

But Wen Liangtian was an artist signed to the company. If he told him, the company might find out and pay for smear pieces ahead of time.

His only choice was...

He stared at Pei Hanmo's WeChat contact and buried his face in his pillow.

The reason he had not wanted to take better roles back then was to avoid embarrassing himself in front of Pei Hanmo.

But now, he still had to ask him for money.

Their positions were already worlds apart. They were not on equal footing.

Thinking of what Gu Kai had just said about Weibo, he figured his hyperventilating on camera tonight would probably trend too.

Chu Xinghui opened Weibo as he washed up, wanting to see which way public opinion was leaning.

Sure enough, #Chu Xinghui hyperventilating# was trending.

The comments underneath were all expressions of concern.

[Are you okay?! Let us know if you're better.]

[I know this one. Just cover your mouth. There's too much carbon dioxide in your blood.]

[Why haven't you posted on Weibo to let people know you're okay yet? Want to keep trending, huh?]

Chu Xinghui tapped his phone and posted on Weibo to reassure everyone.

[Chu Xinghui: I'm okay now. Thank you, everyone ^-^]

[Oh my god, Huihui finally posted. You scared Mommy to death QAQ]

[I don't like you, but I never wanted you dead. Don't die.]

[Your singing's pretty good. What a shame.]

He did not see anyone saying he had a financial backer, though.

Was attacking people to their faces out of fashion now?

He scrolled down. It was all comforting words, without a single comment attacking him to his face.

The trending topic about not being able to find information on him had disappeared too.

He could not even find it by searching the keywords.

Had Pei Hanmo paid to take it off the trending list again?

After all, Pei Hanmo featured in almost every part of his background.

Did he hate being associated with him that much?

Chu Xinghui's gaze dimmed, and his scrolling hand paused slightly.

It happened to stop on a Weibo post.

[Come look! Fresh food!]

A strange link followed.

The user's ID was Xinghan Girl Never Gives Up.

A whole bunch of people underneath were commenting about how delicious it was.

Xinghan Girl?

Chu Xinghui felt as if he had heard that name before.

She was probably a fan who shipped him and Pei Hanmo.

Well, the haters had not gotten in his face, but the shippers had shown up first!

And what did "food" mean here?

Following the principle of giving all his fans equal attention, he clicked the link.

There was a blurry image inside. After a two-second delay, it automatically redirected him to another website.

The website displayed a high-resolution version of that image.

Wait, was that a position a human could actually manage?

Those thighs were practically pressed against the stomach. Didn't that hurt?

First, Chu Xinghui was stunned by his fan's imagination, then by the position in the picture.

Finally, he was stunned by the fact that he was the bottom.

His Xing clearly came first in the name, so why was he the bottom??

Two years ago, he and Pei Hanmo had clearly been about the same height!

Who would top whom wasn't even settled yet. How had the fans already decided?

This artist was a famous leading Xinghan CP fan, and her creative devotion was off the charts. In just a few days, she had drawn a whole lot of... sex-position illustrations?

Chu Xinghui browsed them while marveling at the unusual positions. He could not even imagine himself doing them.

Perhaps he was simply too tired, but Chu Xinghui fell asleep just like that, looking at the dirty pictures.

"Welcome back to Let's Travel Together!"

The director once again preened for the camera, holding a large spinning wheel with various punishments written on it.

"It's eight in the morning, and the air here is wonderfully fresh."

The director held his phone up to the camera to show the time:

"Okay, after a full day of activities, I'm sure our guests are still deep in their dreams. We're going to wake up our first guest."

The assistant held a box containing all the guests' names. The director reached in, drew a slip of paper, and unfolded it:

"All right, our first guest is... Pei Hanmo!"

The director and his crew headed to Pei Hanmo's lodging.

Standing outside Pei Hanmo's door, the director knocked with an affected air of restraint.

To his surprise, the door opened right away.

Pei Hanmo seemed to have just washed his hair and was drying it with a bath towel. Unexpectedly coming face-to-face with the camera behind the director, he frowned slightly.

[Aaaaaah, so handsome!]

[You're so gorgeous, babe. Step on me!]

[Wait, what's with those little mint pajamas? Why are they so cute? There's even a hood with puppy ears, hahaha.]

[Our guy's gone cute too.]

Pei Hanmo spoke, his voice cool and languid:

"What is it?"

The director swallowed and set the punishment wheel on the floor:

"Haha, I thought you'd still be asleep. Then it's time for me to give you your task.

"Spin this big wheel now. The next person to be woken up will receive whichever punishment it lands on."

Since two people shared the lodging, the next person Pei Hanmo would wake was naturally Chu Xinghui.

He looked at the punishments, took the dart the director handed him, and casually tossed it. It landed on "pinch their cheeks awake."

[That was deliberate. (Certain.)]

[Another vote for deliberate. (Even more certain.)]

[Why did the production team come up with such flirty punishments? Wait, can this even count as a punishment?]

[I'm jealous of Chu Xinghui.]

"So I'm supposed to pinch Chu Xinghui awake?"

Even the end of Pei Hanmo's sentence rose excitedly as he flexed his wrist.

"Yes."

The director found the key to Chu Xinghui's room, handed it to Pei Hanmo, and retreated behind the camera.

He wanted to see just how Pei Hanmo would pinch Chu Xinghui awake.

Pei Hanmo looked at the key in his hand and raised his eyebrows.

Chu Xinghui always forgot to lock his bedroom door at night. Every time, he fell asleep looking at his phone.

He confidently opened the door. Sure enough, it was unlocked.

There was a small mound on the bed inside. Chu Xinghui was fast asleep under the covers.

Pei Hanmo walked over to the bed and carefully studied Chu Xinghui's sleeping face.

His brows were tightly drawn and his forehead furrowed. His dream probably was not a pleasant one.

Chu Xinghui's phone lay beside his hand. Sensing someone approaching, he rolled over, and his hand bumped straight into the phone, activating facial recognition.

Pei Hanmo's face passed the facial recognition check, and the phone unlocked just that easily.

Pei Hanmo looked at the dirty picture on the screen, then at the soundly sleeping Chu Xinghui, then back at the dirty picture. He frowned in thought for a while.

What exactly had this brat been doing in bed last night?

Little did he know that Chu Xinghui's turn had just exposed his pajamas to the camera.

They had a butterfly orchid pattern and a hood with kitten ears at the back. They looked exactly like Pei Hanmo's pajamas.

Even a dog could tell they were matching couples' pajamas.

[Wait, my brain can't quite process this.]

[So, babe, you were only being cute for a certain someone?]

[?????]

[How is this any different from making their relationship official?]

[Stop screaming, people above! I just did an image search. These aren't couples' pajamas! There isn't even a style like this!]

[Maybe Chu Xinghui saw them and deliberately bought a pair. Can the shippers stop showing off?]

[I bet all the shippers are Chu Xinghui fans and Pei Hanmo haters.]

[Maybe the director handed out the pajamas! Of course they'd look similar if the director provided them!]

Even the director was starting to feel uncertain. He quietly asked the cameraman beside him:

"Did we hand out pajamas yesterday?"