Chapter 73 – I’m Back

Wei Lai had been floating—floating for what felt like an eternity. The plane was about to land, gliding straight down the runway like a giant silver bird. Chu Yin woke up from the vibration, lifting the left side of his sleep mask to reveal one eye, blinking as he saw Wei Lai flamboyantly applying hand cream.

Wei Lai was a meticulous man, making sure every single finger was thoroughly moisturized. He clenched his right hand into a fist, rubbing his index finger up and down, then moved on to his middle finger—looking as if he was doing something indecent. Chu Yin said hoarsely, “Madam Wei, I’m thirsty.”

Thirsty for what? Wei Lai’s mind instantly went to the gutter. He took a deep breath, forcibly switching himself into a state of Zen-like detachment, and handed Chu Yin a bottle of mineral water without even glancing at him.

Chu Yin didn’t take it and let out a little huff.

Wei Lai then remembered that despite this male idol’s muscular physique, he was a delicate little thing who needed someone else to unscrew his bottle cap for him.

Wei Lai’s face flushed as he started twisting the cap. Wei Lai had applied slippery hand cream.

So, Wei Lai couldn’t open it.

Wei Lai’s mind uncontrollably veered into the gutter—the way his palm rubbed against the bottle cap somehow felt eerily similar to ‘that’ motion. On the surface, he remained as calm as an old dog, but internally, he was sweating bullets from sheer panic.

Chu Yin watched Wei Lai huff and puff as he struggled with the bottle cap. He was just used to acting spoiled with Wei Lai, but he hadn’t expected Wei Lai to actually fail at opening it. The situation became awkward.

He could sense Wei Lai’s internal frustration. Despite Wei Lai’s self-proclaimed image as a delicate, soft boy with a perky ass, failing to open a bottle cap was a real blow to his masculine pride. To preserve Wei Lai’s dignity, Chu Yin neither spoke nor took the bottle to open it himself. Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on Wei Lai, waiting patiently—silently patting himself on the back for being so considerate.

Meanwhile, in Wei Lai’s mental fanfiction, he’d already jerked Little Chu Yin off several times.

Wei Lai was a perverted gremlin, but Chu Yin—this devastatingly hot male idol—somehow awakened the last shreds of innocence in him. Twisting open a bottle cap had him so flustered that his mental movie cut off right at the climax. Finally, the cap came loose.

Wei Lai had completely forgotten what he was supposed to be doing and hastily took a sip of water to cool himself down.

Chu Yin: “???”

“You… why’d you drink my water?”

“Huh? What water? I didn’t—!” Wei Lai froze before it clicked. “Oh, oh, sorry, I zoned out. I’ll open another one for you.”

“No, I’m dying of thirst, Madam Wei. You took a whole century to open one bottle!” Chu Yin snatched the water from Wei Lai’s hands, adding defensively, “It’s not like you’re sick. I’m drinking it.”

Wei Lai tried to stop him, but Chu Yin was already chugging it down. Holding the transparent water bottle, Chu Yin tilted his head back, his beautiful Adam’s apple bobbing a few times. Stunned, Wei Lai’s brain involuntarily conjured up the very inappropriate image of Chu Yin swallowing a certain kind of liquid.

Wei Lai was losing his goddamn mind. His brain felt like a virus-ridden computer, one that kept popping up little pornographic images at the worst possible moments.

As the seasoned Madam Wei, he’d seen it all—but this was an unprecedented situation. And it was all because of the fanfiction Chu Yin had written!

Chu Yin took a sip of water, feigning composure as he screwed the cap back on. He pulled his sleep mask back down, covering half his face to prevent Wei Lai from seeing how flushed he was.

He really wanted to kiss Wei Lai.

But if he did, there would be no going back. They might not even be able to stay friends.

Was this what a kiss was like?

Chu Yin thought about it, feeling both happy and terrified that Wei Lai would find out and think he was a creep. He gripped the water bottle tightly, already regretting it.

Wei Lai stood up. “Chu Yin.”

Chu Yin tensed, his lips pressing together as he let out a quiet “Hm?”

“Let’s go. Put on your sunglasses and mask.”

“Oh.” Chu Yin exhaled in relief, obediently slipping on his sunglasses and mask. Wei Lai adjusted his collar for him. “There, our Little Crybaby is absolutely flawless! Every step is a photoshoot moment. Give me the water bottle—we don’t want anyone snapping a photo and giving them free advertising.”

“I’m not done yet. I still want to drink it.” Chu Yin clutched the bottle and started walking, thinking, Fine, call me a creep. Wei Lai doesn’t know anyway. I’m taking this bottle home and hiding it!

And so, the two of them, each lost in their own thoughts, immersed in a bizarre mix of filthy and fluffy emotions, headed off to the filming set.