Enjoying the Feel, Sir?

"Wake up, everyone! We're here!"

Hearing the director's voice, Chu Xinghui slowly opened his eyes to a patch of drool.

He smacked his lips and pushed himself up with his hand.

Why did it feel both soft and hard under his hand?

He looked down at where his hand rested. Black clothes... and underneath...

Abs?!

He looked up, met Pei Hanmo's amused gaze, and swallowed.

"Enjoying the feel, sir?"

Chu Xinghui immediately lifted his hand and pulled his paw back.

"Was I leaning on your shoulder?"

Chu Xinghui still hadn't figured out what had happened, but he could clearly see the drool stain on Pei Hanmo's shoulder.

"Sorry. Change your clothes in a bit."

"But I didn't bring any spare clothes."

Worried that he would get too hot climbing the mountain and soak his clothes with sweat, Chu Xinghui had brought a change. He rummaged through his bag and tossed the clothes onto Pei Hanmo:

"Go change."

After getting out of the vehicle, Chu Xinghui looked at the towering mountain, then at the smiling director, and suddenly felt cheated.

He stood by the vehicle door while the director handed out walking sticks to the guests one by one.

After changing, Pei Hanmo came to the door and fell into step with Chu Xinghui.

He bent slightly and spoke into Chu Xinghui's ear:

"How long do you think it'll take us to climb up?"

Not knowing what Pei Hanmo was up to, Chu Xinghui asked:

"What? You want that badge?"

It was so ugly, like something used to trick little kids.

There was no way Pei Hanmo liked that kind of thing.

"On my own, I could probably get up there in four hours, but with your stamina..."

"Huh?" Chu Xinghui turned around. "Looking down on me? Fine, just you wait."

After handing everyone a walking stick, the director was about to explain what they needed to watch out for when four giant rats shot off.

Wang Xiao: What the fuck was that?

When he looked back, only six of the eight guests remained. Chu Xinghui and Pei Hanmo had already launched themselves toward the mountain, with their two cameramen following behind.

Seeing that even Chu Xinghui had run off, Man Feiluan, the most enthusiastic of them all, ran off too, taking Yuan Zhanpeng up another trail.

[Hahahaha, do they love hiking that much?]

[The director's baffled face is killing me.]

[Director: why don't you direct this show yourselves?]

The other four also chatted as they headed toward the mountain, leaving the director standing alone in the wind.

"That's your speed? Aren't you running a little too slowly?"

Chu Xinghui ran at full speed in front, while Pei Hanmo followed at an unhurried pace.

The two cameramen behind them ran themselves ragged.

The viewers in the livestream fell into thought as they watched the shaking, blurry feed.

[How about we slow down a little, bro?]

[You're seriously competing?]

[Cameramen: so? Are we part of your play too?]

Before long, the two had left their cameramen behind.

"Tired? Want to rest a bit?"

Seeing that the cameramen had disappeared from view, Pei Hanmo ran up beside Chu Xinghui and asked.

"No. Rest, my ass."

Chu Xinghui was panting heavily, but he still huffed and puffed his way up.

He didn't even spare Pei Hanmo a glance.

"Come on, Older Brother. You really don't want a rest?"

Seeing that Chu Xinghui was ignoring him, Pei Hanmo walked over to him and said:

"But I'm tired. My dear Older Brother, you're amazing. I give up, I give up."

He sounded like a peacock spreading its tail.

"..."

Chu Xinghui covered his ears and stopped:

"Where would we rest?"

There wasn't even a landing on the trail they had chosen. If they rested right here, they would definitely block people going up and down the mountain.

It was also the weekend, and the crowds would only grow. Sitting on the steps would get in other people's way too.

"Here."

Pei Hanmo reached out, took Chu Xinghui's wrist, and pulled him into an extremely secluded spot in the shade of the trees beside them.

This way, people going up and down the mountain wouldn't see them, and no one would recognize them.

Chu Xinghui took off his backpack and set it on the ground, then took out his water, unscrewed the lid, and drank. Pei Hanmo also set down his backpack and rested against a tree trunk.

"You're not drinking? Aren't you thirsty?"

Chu Xinghui took another sip.

"I am, but I forgot to bring water."

Pei Hanmo's eyes sparkled as he opened his backpack, looking aggrieved.

If Gu Chupei had been there to see it, he would definitely have thrown up on the spot.

No clothes, no water. What exactly had Pei Hanmo brought?

Chu Xinghui craned his neck and saw a laptop, a tablet, pens, and other work supplies in Pei Hanmo's bag. He looked at him in confusion:

"Why bring these? Are they any use?"

"I still have to work, don't I? My assistant said they'd wait for me on the mountain. I didn't expect it to be this high, either."

Pei Hanmo's tone was downright wheedling, but Chu Xinghui didn't notice at all. A hint of anger rose in his eyes.

"Is this how the assistants at your company treat you?"

Although Pei Hanmo hadn't returned until he was twenty, and had only truly inherited Pei Holdings because its heir had died in an accident, they still couldn't treat him like this, could they?

He shoved his water into Pei Hanmo's hand, his voice full of indignation:

"Have a drink first. When your assistant gets here..."

He was about to say he would stand up for him, but he was just an ordinary person now. How could he argue Pei Hanmo's case?

His eyes dimmed, and he didn't see Pei Hanmo consider for a moment, then turn the bottle to adjust its position.

He tipped his head back and took a sip from the exact spot Chu Xinghui had just drunk from.

After drinking, he held the water out to Chu Xinghui:

"Thank you, Older Brother~"

Chu Xinghui took the bottle and put it in his backpack.

"Oh, right. Where are the cameramen?"

Only then did Chu Xinghui realize the cameramen were gone.

"Maybe they couldn't keep up," Pei Hanmo said, not mentioning that he had just seen the two cameramen walk past:

"They're both carrying cameras, after all, so they're slower."

"True."

Chu Xinghui relaxed. For some reason, he felt extremely exhausted today. He had already noticed it while climbing.

He stretched his legs and stood, ready to set off again, but unexpectedly, his legs gave way and he fell straight to the ground.

Pei Hanmo reacted quickly, catching Chu Xinghui and carrying him back beneath the tree.

"Are you too tired?"

After doing so much work yesterday and climbing a mountain today, his body was bound to struggle.

"What... what's the date today?"

Chu Xinghui knew very well what the changes in his body meant. He found it hard to believe, but with Pei Hanmo beside him, it seemed reasonable too.

After all, his body had taken in so much of Pei Hanmo's pheromones over the past two days that an early heat wasn't impossible.

"The tenth."

Pei Hanmo took out his phone, glanced at it, and answered.

It wasn't due for another week!

Chu Xinghui's heat came once every three months. He hadn't expected Pei Hanmo to bring it on early.

"Is your heat coming?"

When Chu Xinghui had asked for the date, Pei Hanmo had realized that his heat might have arrived early.

He remembered it should have been on the eighteenth.