[Holy shit! So pretty!]
[These guests are such a treat for the eyes~]
[He looks like a girl, and he has long hair too!]
[Come on, place your bets. Gong or little shou?~]
[Blind guess: little shou.]
[What's not to like about a beautiful long-haired gong?]
[First of all...]
[Hold your "first of all."]
Wen He got up, turned off his phone, and looked toward the doorway.
The man across from him had tied his jet-black hair behind him, pairing a warm white shirt with black suit trousers. But his face drew even more attention than his clothes.
Beneath slender, curved brows were a pair of gorgeous eyes. His high yet delicate nose made him even more beautiful, and his vivid red lips gave him an air of beauty and poise.
At his first glimpse of him, Wen He couldn't help thinking of a character he had once drawn on his sketch paper, but the biggest difference between the two was that one was a fictional character beneath his pen.
And the other existed in real life...
"Hello! Could you give me a hand? I'm having a little trouble dragging this."
The rough voice that came out of his mouth was completely at odds with his appearance...
"Mm, sure."
Wen He got up. Before he even drew close, he could smell the strong wild rose fragrance on the man. Honestly, Wen He wasn't quite used to it.
He twitched his nose and silently reached out to take the enormous red suitcase from him.
The pale blue veins showing on the back of his fair hand formed a stark contrast with the fiery red suitcase.
Jiang Yu lowered his head to look at the young man in front of him, so thin he looked as though a gust of wind could knock him over.
When he came closer, he also carried a faint scent of grass.
He suddenly felt he might have asked the wrong person. After all, looking at him, he feared his suitcase, which weighed dozens of jin, might squash him flat the next second.
He blinked, took hold of the suitcase Wen He had already accepted, and lifted it forcefully over the step before rolling it across the floor toward the little warm yellow suitcase in the distance.
With a light knock, the two differently colored suitcases collided before coming to a firm stop.
Wen He looked at the little suitcase that had been hit by the bright red one, feeling a little pained...
His drawing tablet was still inside... Hopefully, it hadn't been damaged.
[Hiss... Why do I feel like I could ship these two too?]
[I told you he'd be a long-haired gong!]
[Emmmmmm, the height is a real problem. From this angle, guy one looks like he's being held in guy two's arms...]
[Sure enough, guy one is a little white flower shou!]
"Hey? My name's Jiang Yu. What's yours?" Jiang Yu walked over to the couch and looked at the person standing in the entryway, staring blankly at the suitcases. He spoke first.
"Wen He. Wen as in gentle, He as in seedlings."
Compared with the awkwardness of one person being alone, even the bullet comments became much livelier with two people together.
[Hmm... One's gentle, and one's spicy ginger! Even their names go well together. I declare that the show's first CP has been born!]
[They haven't even announced their sexual orientations yet. Aren't you afraid they'll turn out to have the same position?]
[What's there to be afraid of?! My judgment is never wrong! From now on, they'll be called... the Jiang-He CP!]
[I don't see them working out!]
[Drag anyone who doesn't out of here!!!! This is Jiang-He CP territory now!]
"Wen He... Jiang as in ginger, Yu as in rain." Unlike Wen He's refusal, the moment Jiang Yu approached the couch, he leaned sideways against it in a languid pose, his jet-black hair slipping over his shoulder to fall across his chest.
Wen He raised his hand to touch his own fluffy hair, a little envious of the other's smooth black locks.
He slowly sat down at the other end of the couch, and the two looked at each other in silence.
Jiang Yu picked up a golden orange from the table, slowly peeling it with his slender fingers. Tiny droplets of juice splashed onto the back of his hand.
"Could you get me a tissue?"
Wen He lowered his head to look at the fingertips on the table, pulled out a tissue, and offered it to Jiang Yu, who took it and wiped the juice off the back of his hand.
Looking at the dazed Wen He, he couldn't quite figure him out...
"Are you a top?"
His blunt question left Wen He a little bewildered...
A trace of confusion filled the young man's clear, bright eyes as he tilted his head to look into the other's narrow, alluring eyes...
"I... guess so."
Wen He wasn't sure which category he belonged to either, but... since the other man had asked, surely there was nothing wrong with saying he was a top.
[?]
[??]
[?! Did I get it wrong? That can't be. Based on my ten years of reading novels, guy one is a shou no matter how you look at him!]
Jiang Yu stared at him quietly, the confusion in his eyes spilling out without any attempt to hide it.
Wen He said, "Hm...? Mm..."
I didn't say anything wrong, did I...?
Wen He didn't know his own sexual orientation. After all, he had never dated anyone in his twenty-three years. When Director Guo approached him, he had only said it was a dating show. Wen He had joined the show for that absurdly high appearance fee.
Besides, the other party hadn't required him to date anyone in particular. He thought he was just there to go through the motions.
Jiang Yu looked away from him and shook his head slightly. He split the peeled orange in half and offered it to him. "Nothing. Want some orange?"
Wen He shook his head. "Thank you, but no."
After that brief reply, the two had no further interaction.
Wen He's mind was full of the message a regular client had just sent him. They had said there was a super, super big order.
The moment Wen He heard that, he had accepted without hesitation. Now, seeing that Jiang Yu had no intention of talking to him, he began planning it out in his head.
Seeing that the other man had gone back to staring into space, Jiang Yu didn't bother inviting a snub and simply ate his orange.
He didn't like short gongs. Although Wen He had delicate features, he was far too vacant. Compared with this type, he much preferred muscle brutes...
[What the heck... Why aren't they talking anymore?]
[థ౪థ My CP...]
[Your CP has fallen apart. Looks like neither of them is interested in the other.]
[Bruh! Guy one is definitely a shou!! He's definitely just being stubborn!]
[He already admitted he's a top himself. Why are you still hung up on this?]
[There's no way I'm wrong! I've got ten years of experience reading danmei novels!]
[Okay, okay, we know you've got experience.]
Both of them spaced out on their own. Although they didn't exchange a single word, the atmosphere couldn't really be called awkward.
Soon, the sound of wheels and complaints came from outside.
Wen He snapped out of his thoughts and got up with Jiang Yu to welcome the newcomer.
"Hello~ Is anyone here?"
Such a delicate voice. That was Wen He's first thought, and when he saw the person, that thought was confirmed.
Wearing light blue clothes printed with cartoon pictures, a young man with dark brown curls came into view, dragging his enormous suitcase. Sunlight spilled onto his skin, casting a lustrous white glow over it. He was very fair.
It wasn't just his arms that were fair, but his round, cute little face too.
He looked delicate and tender.
Only... why were they all dragging such big suitcases?
Though puzzled, Wen He still took the initiative to step forward and take his suitcase.
Zhang Shengsheng was still a little dazed when a pair of fair, thin hands took the suitcase from him.
Unable to watch any longer, Jiang Yu took the suitcase from Wen He first and lifted it over the high step in one go.
The weight dragging at his hand made Jiang Yu complain inwardly. Why was there a step here!
The production team had deliberately put the step there so the show's guests could demonstrate their gentlemanly qualities. What they hadn't expected was that almost all the little bottoms had arrived, while those hunky tops were still nowhere to be seen!
After getting the suitcase safely inside, Jiang Yu gave it a casual push. Clunk, clunk-the three suitcases of different sizes collided again.
Wen He pressed his lips together as he looked at the little suitcase surrounded by two large ones, a trace of heartache in his eyes.
Hopefully, the tablet was safe and sound...