Chapter 21 – So You Like Wearing This

It seemed the joke about dying together wouldn’t pass.

Shen Fubai walked over calmly. “This honeymoon suite is decorated quite festively.”

Jiang Heng looked up. “What room?”

Shen Fubai immediately spread his arms wide and looked around. “Look at this redness, how much does it resemble the bridal chamber of old times during marriage?”

Shen Fubai tried to explain, but it only made things worse. Jiang Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone implying deep meaning. “Now that you mention it, I do find it somewhat similar.”

Shen Fubai laughed, brushing it off. “My analogy is inappropriate. Those entering the bridal chamber are husband and wife, we are friends.”

“You’re right,” Jiang Heng picked up the wine glass filled with red wine, nodding in agreement. “A toast to our friendship.”

Hearing the word “toast,” Shen Fubai paused for a moment, his reflex kicking in before realizing that Jiang Heng probably didn’t know that his catchphrase was precisely that. It was merely a coincidence.

The word “toast” was too common, not exclusive to Shen Fubai. Although it held different meanings for him and his fans.

But Jiang Heng wasn’t his fan.

At this moment, Jiang Heng strongly requested to insert an interlude: I am! I am! I am, dammit!!【Screaming】

Shen Fubai’s gaze landed on the glass of red wine. “Where did this wine come from?”

“The hotel provides it.” In reality, it was likely Ye Lin who specifically had someone prepare it. Jiang Heng narrowed his eyes, his distinct fingers gripping the glass, his handsome face somewhat intoxicating under the ambiguous lighting. “Doesn’t it resemble wedding wine?”

His voice was low and rich, leaving a lingering resonance.

The entire room was draped in red, warm and inviting, with petals replacing longan and lotus seeds. The cups were raised in a symbolic gesture of unity, only lacking the final act of consummation.

It was truly a scene of passionate love and newlyweds.

Shen Fubai involuntarily imagined a series of scenarios, even thinking about the last step… Stop, stop, what are you thinking? He and Heng Heng shared a socialist brotherhood.

He treated you like a brother, yet you wanted to sleep with him? Not acceptable, not acceptable.

Shen Fubai felt a burning sensation in his throat and picked up the other glass of wine on the table, drinking it in one gulp. It didn’t soothe his throat much but provided a perfect explanation for the flush on his face.

He blushed, perhaps from excitement, perhaps from shyness, but certainly not from drunkenness.

Who was he? Shen Fubai, also known as Wine, the spokesperson for toasts, capable of drinking a thousand cups without getting drunk. In this life, he had only been intoxicated by one person, unable to regain sobriety.

One large bed in a hotel room, two grown men sleeping in the same room was nothing unusual. They were both straight, what was there to care about?

…But the problem was that neither of them was straight.

Shen Fubai was naturally gay.

He had been born more beautiful than girls since childhood, but apart from that, he was no different from other boys. He loved toy guns instead of Barbie dolls, preferred gaming to shopping, chose sneakers over dresses, resolved conflicts through fighting rather than crying for sympathy… He wasn’t effeminate or girlish; he was simply a good-looking boy who preferred men over women.

How normal was that.

But now, things were abnormal.

He was going to share a bed with Heng Heng.

Was this any different from a girl suddenly having to sleep with her dream man? No difference!

Even if this sleep wasn’t that kind of sleep, this level of intimacy was enough to make his heart palpitate and nearly cause a myocardial infarction, right? In a moment of enthusiasm, he agreed to share a room with Heng Heng. Although Shen Fubai appeared calm on the surface, his mind was racing a thousand miles, his heart pounding wildly.

Jiang Heng sat on the bed, steady as an old dog. The bright red sheets were crumpled by his hand hidden under the blanket, the red wine in the cup swirled gently as his fingertips trembled slightly.

He didn’t know if he was gay, but in the twenty-four years he had lived, he only liked one Shen Fubai.

From the moment he was captivated by him in his youth, he had become his faith.

Shen Fubai was a fawn losing its composure, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

He was a wild horse running free, with no intention of returning.

Shen Fubai was almost drunk on Jiang Heng’s deep voice.

It was too sweet, unbearable.

Shen Fubai put down the wine glass, removed his hat and sunglasses, his long eyelashes drooping, revealing exquisite features. He lay back on the soft, large bed, collapsing next to Jiang Heng, his whole body enveloped in a sea of flowers.

Bathed in the fragrance of roses.

After a day of shooting, Shen Fubai was a bit tired, his eyes filled with a lazy drowsiness, clouding his gaze. It wasn’t that he wanted to sleep, but encountering such a comfortable bed suddenly caused his body to relax and feel at ease.

Funeral or not, lying down was pretty comfortable. He wished he could rest in peace forever.

Jiang Heng sat on the edge of the bed and turned to look back. Under the light, the young man’s face was stunningly beautiful, his lips more luscious than rose petals. His enchanting eyes shimmered, rippling with a captivating watercolor.

“Very tired?” Jiang Heng asked.

“Not really,” Shen Fubai looked in his direction, revealing a faint smile. “I just suddenly thought that having a funeral amidst roses wouldn’t be bad. Imagine dying amidst a shower of flower petals, covered in fallen blossoms, resting in peace here, how beautiful.”

As the young man spoke, his eyes held a smile, and even his tone was as calm as if telling a story, yet it struck Jiang Heng like a needle, piercing his heart, causing a slight ache.

“Not beautiful,” Jiang Heng said. “In a few years, the grass on your grave would be three meters high.”

Shen Fubai: “…” Are you a devil?

That was too damn realistic.

“How about you take a shower first?” Jiang Heng stared at the bed covered in rose petals. “I’ll call the front desk to have someone come and clean up. I’m still young, I don’t want to die so soon.”

Shen Fubai thought it was reasonable, putting aside his artistic mode, sitting up and shaking off the petals covering him.

He stepped into the bathroom.

A minute later, he stepped out again.

Jiang Heng: “What’s wrong?”

Shen Fubai: “We seem to have no change of clothes.” Moreover, it was late, and it wouldn’t be nice to call the assistant from far away.

Jiang Heng fell into contemplation—

Ten minutes later.

Two men, completely covered from head to toe, appeared on the street.

Shen Fubai never imagined that in his lifetime, he would actually go shopping with Jiang Heng—specifically, to buy underwear.

Life was incredibly fucking exciting.

Even more thrilling was Heng Heng’s size… No, size, nope… Forget it, let’s not talk about it.

Shen Fubai watched as Jiang Heng walked into a lingerie specialty store with a composed demeanor, relying on his mask to openly linger in the underwear section, choosing the largest size.

A 180cm tall man who loved fitness, understandable.

Despite Shen Fubai, also 180cm tall, wearing the smallest size.

Because he had a slim waist.

Not because it was small, not because it was small, not because it was small!

Jiang Heng meticulously selected, while Shen Fubai pulled on his mask, too embarrassed to look around. If the media captured this scene, he could already imagine tomorrow’s headline news— Shock! Popular young idol and famous actor spotted at a lingerie store, behaving intimately, suspected romance.

Or— Co-habitation and secret marriage?! Why did the popular young idol and famous actor appear at a lingerie store?

Or even more malicious— Morals declining, popular young idol and famous actor caught doing indecent acts at a lingerie store…

In an entertainment-obsessed society, there were dedicated media professionals and a group of rumor-mongers. The former worked like bees collecting nectar, diligently presenting the most authentic moments to the public. The latter resembled flies feasting on decaying flesh, trampling on others’ corpses, always emitting a foul odor.

Every industry was the same.

Therefore, Shen Fubai still preferred being buried among flowers.

Because that would attract bees, not flies.

Realist Jiang Heng: Corpses would still attract flies, as well as ants, spiders, fleas…

Romanticist Shen Fubai: Sorry, I’m not listening—

Customers bustled in and out of the lingerie store, Shen Fubai kept his head down, staring at his toes, hoping not to be recognized.

As he was looking, his phone rang in his pocket.

It was Xiao Lin sending him a message.

Xiao Lin: Brother Shen, why haven’t you returned to the hotel?

Shen Fubai remembered that he hadn’t informed Xiao Lin about staying at an outside hotel with Heng Heng.

Shen Fubai: Staying outside tonight, won’t be coming back.

Don’t miss me, dear Xiao Lin. Shen Fubai thought.

Xiao Lin: That’s fantastic.

Shen Fubai: ??? Don’t you care where I am? How are you being a proper assistant? Believe me, I’ll deduct your salary.

Xiao Lin: Alright then, where are you now?

Shen Fubai directly snapped a picture and sent it over, not including Jiang Heng in the shot.

Xiao Lin: Shopping for underwear late at night, you sure have refined tastes… Oh, by the way, since you’re already in the store, could you buy one for me too? Pink, thong, lace.

Shen Fubai: …Are you a pervert?

Xiao Lin: No, my girlfriend is coming to see me tomorrow, we’re in a long-distance relationship, you understand…

Shen Fubai understood. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, dry wood meeting raging fire, even Xiao Lin wasn’t a single dog anymore.

Shen Fubai: Are you my assistant or am I yours? You want me to buy this kind of thing for your girlfriend?

Would he help with such a shameful task of buying women’s underwear? No way, joking.

Xiao Lin: Brother Shen, you’re the best~

Shen Fubai’s goosebumps rose all over, almost throwing his phone.

Straight men pouting was lethal.

Shen Fubai: Fine, fine, I’ll get it for you, speak normally, don’t appear in my sight tomorrow, I don’t want to smell the sour stench of love.

This meant giving Xiao Lin a day off to spend quality time with his girlfriend.

Xiao Lin: Love you, kisses, hearts.

Shen Fubai: Don’t love me, scram. Cold.jpg—

Shen Fubai was engrossed in typing when Jiang Heng had finished selecting his items and turned to ask Shen Fubai, “Do you want the large or small size?”

Shen Fubai didn’t raise his head. “Small size.”

“Black or gray?”

“Pink.”

Jiang Heng paused. “Boxer briefs or briefs?”

“G-string.”

“…” Jiang Heng struggled to ask, “Cotton or fiber?”

“Lace.”

Jiang Heng: “…”

Salesperson: “…”

Other customers: “…”

Shen Fubai finished typing and realized something was wrong. Why was the world so quiet?

He lifted his head, and everyone was staring at him with complicated expressions.

The salesperson’s gaze flickered between him and Jiang Heng, as if imagining a 100,000-word BL novel.

Jiang Heng took half a moment to find his voice. “So you like wearing this…”

Shen Fubai: “…”

Damn Xiao Lin, wait for death, you.