Chapter 22 – Little Dinosaur and Pikachu

Jiang Heng looked at him with a slight surprise: “I didn’t expect you to be like this, Shen Fubai.”

Shen Fubai: “No, Heng Heng, listen to my explanation—”

As everyone knows, when someone tries to clarify something, it’s usually the beginning of further misunderstanding.

Facing the odd gazes from the crowd, Shen Fubai could only maintain an awkward yet polite smile: “No, it’s for someone else.”

The hint of a smile on the corner of Jiang Heng’s lips suddenly faded, his lips pursed, and his eyes slightly lowered.

All Shen Fubai wanted was to leave this embarrassing place as soon as possible. He didn’t pay much attention to Jiang Heng’s expression. He casually pulled out a pair of underwear from the smallest-sized cabinet that he would wear himself, not even looking at them before heading to checkout: “How much does this all come to?”

Jiang Heng glanced over, his tone sour: “Do you really need matching couple styles for these too?”

Shen Fubai took a look, and goddamn it, it was pink again.

He was starting to have a psychological shadow about pink now.

Shen Fubai asked Jiang Heng: “What color did you choose?”

Jiang Heng didn’t seem too willing, but answered quickly: “Black.”

“Alright. Then I’ll get a black one too.” Shen Fubai went back to switch one out.

They were people who insisted on having matching drinks, so what was wrong with matching underwear? By rounding up, they were practically couple styles.

Jiang Heng’s expression improved slightly, though he still seemed unhappy. Due to the crowd around them, he didn’t say anything.

On the way back, Jiang Heng didn’t say a word either.

Shen Fubai couldn’t figure out why, and after thinking about it, could only think of that incident earlier. Did Heng Heng think he was some kind of pervert? That lacy pink thong really wasn’t bought for himself!

But how could he bring himself to specifically mention such a thing?

Shen Fubai thought about it the whole way but still didn’t know how to start the conversation. All the way until they returned to the hotel, swiped their card to enter the room, which had been tidied up neatly, with the petals on the bed swept away.

Jiang Heng entered the bathroom silently to take a shower.

Shen Fubai listened to the sound of water from the bathroom, sitting cross-legged on the big red wedding bed in a dilemma.

How the hell was he supposed to explain this…

He didn’t have the face to do so. This was just too much of a challenge for him.

By the time the water stopped in the bathroom, Shen Fubai still hadn’t figured out a way to handle it. The sound of the door opening from the bathroom made Shen Fubai’s body tremble, and lifting his eyes, he saw a green dinosaur walking out.

Oh, it was Jiang Heng wearing a small green dinosaur pajamas.

When they went out shopping earlier, they bought pajamas and regular clothes along the way. But since Jiang Heng seemed less than happy later, they didn’t pick carefully and simply grabbed a few pieces that were tightly wrapped and came back.

Who knew they’d end up with these small dinosaur pajamas.

To be honest, they were quite cute.

Jiang Heng, a tall and handsome young man, wearing a dinosaur hat and dragging a little tail, was simply the epitome of contrast cuteness.

It was just that the sight of this little dinosaur climbing onto the bed with a blank expression was a bit scary.

The little dinosaur held in his anger for a long time, unable to hold back, and dragged his tail over, looking at Shen Fubai with a serious face: “Do you have a fetish for cross-dressing? Rest assured, I won’t tell anyone, and I don’t think there’s anything abnormal about it. In today’s society, cross-dressing isn’t a big deal…”

Heng Heng had indeed misunderstood him!

Shen Fubai immediately said: “Really not, I bought it for a girlfriend to wear.”

Jiang Heng’s dinosaur ears drooped instantly, clutching his hat tightly and lowering his head, as if losing the last shred of hope.

The little dinosaur said gloomily: “Oh.”

“You hiding your girlfriend… You’ve done a good job keeping it secret, don’t tell anyone in the future.” Jiang Heng raised his head, already calm-faced, “You’re still a popular idol right now, announcing a relationship will affect your career development. Your fans might also harm her with their comments. Wait until this drama airs to announce it. With your acting skills, you should be able to solidify your fan base.”

He sighed lightly: “Wish you happiness.”

Jiang Heng was very sad, truly very sad. The person he had chased since high school, whom he considered his faith and pursuit, now had a girlfriend.

Right now, he felt like the color of his pajamas, filled with a green of forgiveness.

But where did the green come from? Fubai had never belonged to him, never known him, and never realized that someone had liked him since their youth.

The little dinosaur cried out—

Shen Fubai: “? ? ?”

Heng Heng, why do I feel like you’ve misunderstood me even more?

Shen Fubai finally explained once: “This was something Xiao Lin asked me to buy for him; his girlfriend is coming to Beijing tomorrow.”

The depressed little dinosaur’s eyes gradually widened.

Revitalized with vigor.

“Hmm.” Jiang Heng coughed lightly, his mood quickly changing from a storm to clear skies, “Sorry, I misunderstood.”

Shen Fubai: “So… can I go in for a shower now?”

Jiang Heng maintained his composure and nodded: “Yes.”

Shen Fubai then entered the bathroom. Just as he was about to take off his shirt, he suddenly realized he forgot to bring his pajamas, so he opened the door again: “I forgot to grab my pajamas—”

…And he saw the little dinosaur rolling around on the bed, hugging his own tail.

At the sound of his voice, there was a “thud” as he rolled off the bed.

Shen Fubai cautiously asked: “Is everything alright?”

Jiang Heng’s attempt to stay calm could be heard from under the bed: “I’m fine, I’m just doing exercises.” Not because he was excited to roll on the spot knowing Shen Fubai didn’t have a girlfriend.

These exercises were quite unique. Shen Fubai found them impressive despite not understanding them: “Then I’ll continue with my shower.”

From under the bed: “Mm.”

Shen Fubai washed his hair and took a bath in the bathroom, dried his hair with a towel, and put on Jiang Heng’s matching underwear—no rebuttals accepted—and then tore open the pajama packaging.

Inside was a blob of an unknown yellow creature.

Shen Fubai took several glances, finally recognizing what species it was—

The bathroom door opened, and out walked a Pikachu.

Shen Fubai, dressed in a Pikachu pajamas, slowly shuffled to the bed, lifting the covers to crawl under them.

Jiang Heng glanced over, frowning: “Your hair isn’t dry enough, how can you sleep like this?”

Not only was it not dry enough, Shen Fubai hadn’t even blown it dry, merely wiping it with a towel.

Shen Fubai exclaimed: “It’s alright, I never blow-dry it.”

Jiang Heng disagreed: “Sleeping with wet hair will cause headaches.”

Shen Fubai was about to say it didn’t matter; he didn’t easily fall asleep anyway.

As a chronic insomniac and a master of staying up late, he could dry his hair by sheer endurance.

Seeing Shen Fubai’s indifferent expression, Jiang Heng pursed his thin lips, tugged on Pikachu’s ear to remove the hood, and led Shen Fubai into the bathroom.

“…Heng Heng?” Shen Fubai couldn’t help but call out softly.

However, this title didn’t reach Jiang Heng’s ears. Because Jiang Heng had already turned on the hairdryer to blow-dry Shen Fubai’s hair, the sound of the wind instantly drowned out Shen Fubai’s voice.

And also drowned out Jiang Heng’s soft mumbling.

“If you’re so lazy, I’ll have to do it for you.”

Pikachu tried to get up.

The little dinosaur pushed Pikachu back down onto the stool.

Pikachu tried to turn his head.

The little dinosaur turned his head back.

Pikachu wanted to speak.

The little dinosaur said the wind was too loud and he couldn’t hear.

Pikachu could only obediently let the little dinosaur blow-dry his hair—

In the end, Shen Fubai’s hair was dried to the point of no moisture left, as if he had just received a meticulous wash, cut, and blowout from Tony the stylist.

Once the hairdryer was turned off, Shen Fubai finally managed to fire off his belated response: “Actually, I could have done it myself…” What merit did he have to deserve the treatment of having Heng Heng personally blow-dry his hair for him.

Jiang Heng glanced at him, sneering: “If I didn’t do it for you, you wouldn’t have planned to blow-dry it yourself.”

He was furious.

Such disregard for one’s own health.

Shen Fubai wore a pouting face.

Heng Heng is being mean to me, woe.

Seeing Shen Fubai’s aggrieved expression, Jiang Heng’s tone softened instantly: “This habit of yours is really bad. For the sake of your health, you can’t do this anymore, understand?”

Pikachu twisted his fingers: “Since you say it’s bad, then I’ll change it.”

The little dinosaur’s heart melted, wishing he could cup Pikachu’s cheeks and give him a smack.

How could there be such a lovable person—

After drying his hair, the two returned to the large bed. It was spacious enough for each to have their side with plenty of room to spare.

It was still early, nowhere near bedtime.

Jiang Heng turned on the TV, randomly finding a channel to play. The channel was airing a TV series, and if you really had to say, neither the male nor female leads’ status matched the two people in front of the television. Neither Jiang Heng nor Shen Fubai paid attention to the TV; they just played it for background noise so the room wouldn’t be awkwardly silent.

Shen Fubai finally had the chance to check Weibo on his phone.

Actually, with Heng Heng by his side, he had no intention of browsing Weibo. But precisely because Heng Heng was by his side, he genuinely didn’t know what to do, so he could only browse Weibo.

If he didn’t log in to Weibo for a day, his main account messages would explode every day.

Shen Fubai directly switched to his secondary account, and the inbox suddenly became much quieter.

He saw Amber’ reply.

Did Wine Get Heng’s Attention Today: Others hide beauties in golden chambers, are you planning to hide wine in a candy house??

Amber: If he doesn’t like the candy house, a golden chamber would also suffice.

Wow, so sweet.

Shen Fubai suddenly remembered the scene during the day when Jiang Heng, playing along with his impromptu script changes, had also said a sentence half-seriously.

“Young master, would you be so kind as to give a beggar a couple of pennies?”

“How can a couple of pennies be enough, I could just as easily have a golden house built for your essence to be sheltered.”

As a top-tier idol, Shen Fubai received countless declarations of love every day, and he had never found a sentence so pleasing to his ears.

The key wasn’t how good the sentence itself was; his eloquent fans could blow him away with their flattery ten streets over. But this sentence, coming from Jiang Heng’s mouth, immediately gained a golden border, came with a fan filter, and was enhanced with a halo, becoming the most enchanting phrase in history, almost a heavenly melody.

This led to an increase in his favorability towards Amber, who had also said a similar phrase.

This netizen was excellent, actually able to praise in a similar manner to Heng Heng.

Shen Fubai marveled but didn’t respond, instead going to browse the hot topics.

This was a real revelation.

Online, his fans and Jiang Heng’s fans were almost fighting each other.

Speaking of which, it all started from the incident a few days ago when they brushed past each other, ignoring each other’s dissatisfaction. Onlookers might just eat the melon and disperse, but fans wouldn’t stand for that. Their idol being ignored/snubbed, could they tolerate it? Absolutely not.

Fight, must fight. Not fighting meant they weren’t good fans!

If this involved two obscure celebrities, the fans would probably argue for a while and be done with it. But who were Jiang Heng and Shen Fubai? One was a triple-crown film emperor, and the other was a top-tier idol. Together, they were a hot topic. Fans fought fiercely, onlookers gathered to watch the show, media stirred the pot, the war between both sides’ fans, the online carnival of melon-eating onlookers.

Shen Fubai had been busy filming for the past two days and hadn’t paid much attention. Now, taking a closer look, he found it hard to express his feelings.

How to put it? Judging from these online comments, what level had his and Jiang Heng’s relationship reached?

A father-killing grudge wasn’t any worse than this.