Was someone totally in love?

Nan Zhou's actions left almost everyone present dumbfounded.

Had he gotten something wrong?!

Choosing any other room would have been one thing, but who would willingly pick the one with the worst conditions?

Although Huo Xingye's fans and Nan Zhou's haters in the livestream already knew Nan Zhou had his eye on this room, they still lost it when it actually happened.

[This manipulative little bitch is unbelievable!!! Deliberately taking advantage of my idol to push a ship, huh!!]

[Goddamn you, Nan Zhou, I'm calling the police to arrest you!]

[Pei Feng, if you don't change the rules, just wait until you get flamed to death! How could Film Emperor Huo stand sharing a bed with someone else! Are you kidding me!]

[For real, for real? They actually picked that room?! Hiss, exciting, exciting!]

[I want to fast-forward to nightfall so badly. Hnnngh, there go my pants [horny R][horny R]]

Among the guests present, Gu Tang's expression shifted several times before he finally let out a scoffing laugh. "You really are something, Nan Zhou."

Lu Zhou's gaze fell on Huo Xingye, his eyes darkening slightly.

Huo Xingye himself, on the other hand, was perfectly calm about Nan Zhou's choice. He even remarked casually, "There probably won't be room for the gift I'm giving you."

"What are you giving me?" Nan Zhou asked.

"It's a secret." Huo Xingye whispered into his ear in that sexy voice, "I'm really looking forward to your expression when you receive it."

Warm breath and a scent that made him reluctant to pull away enveloped him, and for a moment, Nan Zhou forgot to reply.

By the time he came back to his senses, the other two pairs had chosen their rooms as well.

The host announced that their identity cards were in their chosen rooms and asked the guests to follow the directions to their respective rooms in the apartment building to check them.

The Dream Apartment prepared by the production team was in a rather old residential complex, and naturally, the building had no elevator.

The single room Nan Zhou and Huo Xingye had their eyes on was on the third floor. Next door were Lu Zhou and Wen Yu, who had chosen last yet ended up with the best two-bedroom apartment.

Extremely interested in the vinyl records in the room, Nan Zhou hurried along with his newly acquired guitar on his back, even taking the stairs two at a time.

But whether through a staff member's mistake or by design, a worker had left a construction rag at the very top of the third-floor stairs. Moving too quickly to notice, he stepped right on it.

The rag, smeared with machine oil, slid rapidly. Nan Zhou tipped backward and fell headfirst down the stairs.

In that split second, his instinctive reaction was not to grab for the railing, but to swiftly pull the guitar from his back and protect it against his chest.

Just as he was about to crack his head open, a familiar scent came from behind him. The next second, Nan Zhou landed in a warm, broad embrace.

Only after his gaze briefly swept over the rag on the floor did Huo Xingye look at the person in his arms.

Nan Zhou leaned against his chest, surprise still lingering on his face.

Thump, thump.

It was the sound of a rapidly beating heart.

Nan Zhou said, "Thank you... for saving my sorry ass..."

Huo Xingye: "..."

His thin lips parted, but before he could say anything, Nan Zhou had already darted out of his arms, turned around, and continued running toward the apartment.

He did not even look back, showing not the slightest reluctance to leave.

He was like a cat that had happened to fall into his arms, only to run off before he could even give it a stroke.

Clenching and unclenching his left hand, Huo Xingye felt the warmth lingering against his chest and in the crook of his arm before striding toward Nan Zhou on his long legs.

As he walked, he spoke to the cameraman following him about the rag.

Although his expression was mild, his low voice and commanding presence left the production team's PD hardly daring to breathe.

Was Film Emperor Huo... angry?

[Huh??? What's going on?? What is Nan Zhou doing?]

[A hero saves the beauty, and this is what you give me? Flips table! Reshoot it!! How can an Omega be this oblivious to romance!]

[Wait, seriously, why does it look like Nan Zhou is less interested in Film Emperor Huo than in the apartment?]

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, those little gestures. Is someone totally in love?! I'm sold on this ship!]

After opening the door, Nan Zhou headed straight for the storage box in the living room.

Sure enough, the storage box was full of CDs, and many were even vinyl records!

Meanwhile, the storage box under the bed held a record player.

Nan Zhou gave a loud whistle at his own wise choice.

In the two-bedroom apartment next door, on the side nearest the stairwell, Lu Zhou was discussing the room arrangements with Wen Yu when a burst of melodious music suddenly drifted over.

They both followed the sound with their eyes toward the balcony adjoining the next apartment.

Lu Zhou immediately said to Wen Yu with tender affection, "The second bedroom is next to their apartment, and this building isn't very soundproof. Nan Zhou makes a lot of noise. He'll disturb you. Just listen to the noise he's making now."

"Noise? This song is lovely. It's from an album Alice released ten years ago. Aren't you a fan of hers?" Wen Yu asked instead of answering.

Lu Zhou's eyes shifted slightly. "He's playing it way too loud..."

"Speaking of which, the place next door is a single room, so will Film Emperor Huo be sleeping with Nan Zhou tonight?" Wen Yu added.

This time, Lu Zhou said nothing.

Only now did he seem to register the fact that Nan Zhou and Huo Xingye would be lying in the same bed tonight.

Whatever crossed his mind, Lu Zhou's eyes abruptly darkened. A moment later, he bent down to pick up Wen Yu's suitcase with a show of nonchalance. "That's their business. I'll help you move your luggage into the main bedroom."

[Hahaha, I didn't expect Beauty Yu to be a gossip too!]

[Brother Zhou is so doting! He even thought about the noise for Xiao Yu. He loves him so much, sob sob sob!]

[Wait, why do I feel like every word Wen Yu says is twisting a knife in Lu Zhou? This guy is killing me, hahahaha.]

[Lu Zhou even called his own idol's song noise???]

[Haters, stop pretending to be random viewers and acting crazy here! If you want to watch that manipulative little bitch next door, go to the other livestream!!!]

In the neighboring livestream, Nan Zhou sat on the rug, listening to music as he fiddled with the vinyl records.

He had rummaged through every box, taken out all the vinyl records inside, and piled them at his feet.

At that moment, Nan Zhou was like a dragon sitting atop its treasure.

Huo Xingye went in and out of the cramped apartment, bringing in both their luggage and moving the space-hogging cardboard boxes out to the doorway. He even started doing housework along the way.

Despite his aloof, expressionless face, he did not neglect a single task.

Just as he picked up the last cardboard box, an object fell out.

His gaze rested on it for less than a second. His dark eyes flickered, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Without betraying anything, he picked it up and tossed it into the cardboard box, intending to put it outside along with everything else.

The cameraman following him cautiously reminded him, "Mr. Huo, that belongs to the sponsor..."

Huo Xingye swept his gaze over.

The cameraman lowered his voice even further. "...It, it needs to be displayed."

[Holy shit!!! Am I seeing this right? Is that M Brand's new Anti-bite Ring?!!]

[As expected of "Heartbeat." Sex toys may be late, but they'll never be absent.]

[Does Film Emperor Huo want to skip using it and get straight to it, or does he just not want to use it on Nan Zhou?]

[You! Did you just picture something? I saw that microexpression!!!!]

[Nan Zhou, can't you see there's work to be done? Don't you see my idol running around doing everything???]

[Come on, isn't the pecking order in this household obvious enough? This ship is driving me crazy. Oh my God, Huo Xingye is so doting.]

Whether he had heard the cameraman's words or sensed something, Nan Zhou finally drew his attention away from the vinyl records and turned to look toward Huo Xingye. "Sponsor?"

"A product sponsored by M Brand. Their newest model, released last month."

Normally, the guests were supposed to take the opportunity to promote the sponsors' products when they saw them, or at the very least mention them.

But judging by Huo Xingye's attitude just now, there was absolutely no counting on him.

The guest would not cooperate, and M Brand was one of their major sponsors this time. What could he do? He could only bite the bullet and bring it up himself.

At that moment, the cameraman silently hoped Nan Zhou would be a little more cooperative.

Nan Zhou did not disappoint him. "An Anti-bite Ring?"

Glancing at Huo Xingye, he said, "Don't you think this thing would suit you perfectly?"