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Gu Cong's eyes were very clear.
There was no sympathy, no pity, and not even a trace of embarrassment reflected in them. It was as if he casually took out a can of alcohol, asking if Xie Ye wanted to drink.
Suddenly, some strength surged into his limbs, and belatedly realizing that the entrance floor was too hard, Xie Ye leaned on the arm Gu Cong willingly offered, lifted himself up, and incidentally took away the can from the other's hand.
This building's rooms all came with a spacious balcony, but Xie Ye didn't have much time to take care of it. At most, he would find a time when it wasn't too sunny—preferably on a cloudy day—and stand there to enjoy the breeze.
Now, there was one more person enjoying the night breeze.
Bending his index finger, Xie Ye, relying on the instincts left in this body, skillfully pulled the ring tab open with one hand, leaving enough space for the bubbles to roll: "I made you witness a joke."
"You heard what Xue Minglang said, right?" Tarnishing someone's reputation out of nowhere, Xie Ye tilted his head, "Don't take it to heart."
"And the part about creating a CP to make money..."
"I know." Even though he was the one most hurt, Gu Cong interrupted the young man's words, emphasizing seriously, "I'm not like Xue Minglang."
Even if he said those words in the heat of the moment, even if he was being used, upon careful consideration, he was probably willing.
Otherwise, where would he have a chance to get close to Xie Ye?
Glancing at the red marks on the young man's neck, Gu Cong asked softly, "Did you guys fight... because of this?"
"Sort of," nodding, Xie Ye raised his hand, took a sip, and said, "But it has nothing to do with you. Xue Minglang is just being irrational, thinking everything I do is dirty."
The liquid with dense bubbles slid down his throat. He subtly furrowed his brows, treating it as if he had just drunk a strange cola.
Xie Ye was a disciplined person by nature.
But the so-called plot made him self-taught in many things.
"He's really annoying," pulling out a new bottle of wine from somewhere, Gu Cong opened it with a loud pop, tapping Xie Ye's shoulder, "That basin broke well."
His amber-colored pupils filled with the mischievous satisfaction of a successful prank. The young man, rarely showing a smiling face, raised Gu Cong's arm, using the other's hand, and quickly took a sip, "You're right."
"Thank you for helping me get the alcohol."
Gu Cong, puzzled by the situation: "Huh?"
"What's with the 'huh'?" deliberately leaving a lip print with water shimmering on the can's opening as a mark, Xie Ye lifted his gaze, "Kid, no drinking for you."
Xie Ye had said the same thing to Gu Cong on the plane, also about alcohol.
Standing up straight, unwilling to yield, Gu Cong gestured to his own height, "I'm of legal age."
Xie Ye remained calm, "Not singing anymore?"
The small white poplar that was upright just a second ago immediately wilted.
"I'm not a good kid," muttering quietly, Gu Cong argued, "Teacher Xie, it seems like you have a bit of a misunderstanding about me."
"Is that so?"
Immediately after, he saw the other person hesitate for two seconds, then mysteriously leaned in, saying, "I have a tattoo."
1101 that had been waiting for a long time: "Just this?"
It had already scanned Gu Cong when it was researching why Gu Cong could calm the host's mental fluctuations.
In the country where he had lost his parents one after another, tattoos were not a rare thing. However, seeing Gu Cong look like he was sharing a secret, Xie Ye cooperatively acted surprised and reached out, "Where is it?"
Gu Cong felt a bit dazed by the pulling.
He didn't know how the young man saw that his tattoo was hidden near his shoulder. Subconsciously, he tightly grabbed Xie Ye's hand.
"I’m not resisting or afraid," afraid that the other might misunderstand him, Gu Cong blinked nervously, "I'm just a bit nervous."
Fans who have watched Chengtai Terrace's talent show know that although he appears outgoing, he actually has clear boundaries. Even in front of the camera, he rarely gets close to others, for which he was criticized for being falsely cheerful.
Xie Ye was, of course, aware that Gu Cong was telling the truth.
Because the heart in his palm was almost jumping out.
Moreover, Gu Cong's eyes never lied. Xie Ye guessed the direction of the tattoo based on the subtle movements of his eyes.
Raising an eyebrow, Xie Ye's original intention was to let Gu Cong release his hand, to stop the fuss. However, the other clearly misunderstood his intention. Like a big, obedient dog, he obediently raised his hand, almost putting it behind his back.
Kind of cute.
The slightly red ears were cute, and the appearance of being easily bullied only in front of him was also cute.
The fingers that were about to be retracted took a turn. Xie Ye opened Gu Cong's collar and took a look inside, "Hmm... is it a whirlpool?"
Pure black, dim, and very messy lines, completely mismatching the overall impression of Gu Cong. It was located just below the collarbone, as close to the heart as possible.
"Kind of. I had something like a birthmark when I was born, so I let my imagination run wild. I usually cover it up with waterproof concealer, which saves a lot of mosaic work later."
Reaching out to tentatively push Xie Ye's fingertips, Gu Cong smiled with sparkling eyes, "Look, there's also gold."
Indeed, there was a bit of gold.
Hidden in the chaotic whirlpool, or rather, among the lines.
For some reason, Xie Ye felt that this image appealed to his liking. He carefully touched it, "Hmm, very beautiful."
Visibly, the muscles under his fingertips tightened suddenly.
Firm, like a piece of stone.
"I was praising the tattoo." Xie Ye suddenly let go, took a sip of his drink, and said, "Get dressed."
1101: "Do you know that your words sound a lot like a scumbag?"
Clearly, it was you who pulled him.
But being labeled as a "scumbag" by his own host, Gu Cong, who was completely unaware, not only obediently adjusted his appearance but also ensured that the can of alcohol he fetched for Xie Ye didn't spill throughout the process.
... More like a naive and easily deceived canary pet.
For the first time, 1101 felt a bit sympathetic towards someone other than the host. Letting out a sigh, he delved into the sea of consciousness.
Accustomed to the system's occasional eccentric behavior, Xie Ye calmly ignored it. Despite the moon being high in the sky, casting a bit more light than expected, his mood was better than he imagined.
"I should help Gu Cong find a tutoring class," he thought.
At least get a college degree so that he wouldn't end up like the original owner, pulled out and mocked at any time.
Xie Ye wasn't the type to enjoy chatting, and most of the time on the balcony, it was Gu Cong doing the talking.
For example, "The new dance I did today was flawless," or "I got inspiration for the original song recently," or "The income from the variety show last week, after splitting, I donated a 'huge sum' to the orphanage."
These were just some trivial details about his life, but Xie Ye listened attentively. Though the system occasionally pushed him to read some of the original work, he vaguely knew that Gu Cong was an orphan, and the company wasn't reliable.
After the storyline of "Let’s Traveling Together," there wasn't much about his CP with Wei Yan either, and soon enough, they became untraceable.
The inevitability of the storyline, huh?
Even with such a likable personality.
Xie Ye casually responded to whatever was being said, by the time the two returned to the living room, the hour hand on the clock had passed "2" and was steadily advancing towards "3."
As unyielding as Xie Ye might be, he couldn't make Gu Cong take a taxi at this hour.
— As for Zhou Ming, unless he immediately started trending on social media, the chances were slim that he would be willing to get out of bed to clean up the mess at 2 a.m.
"There's only one bed at home."
Unintentionally willing to compromise by sleeping on the couch, Xie Ye threw the empty beer can into the trash. "Can we do it like when we were recording the show?"
Gu Cong yawned and nodded.
"The rest can go in the fridge," Xie Ye, satisfied with the confirmation, walked towards the bedroom. "I'll take a shower first. You can use the one outside; there's a bathrobe in the cabinet, brand new and unopened."
Two cans of beer, but Xie Ye only drank one.
Unlike the manipulated supporting character, he didn't need excessive alcohol to numb himself and pursue heartbreak due to rejection. The can that Gu Cong held was heavy, almost full.
Since participating in the talent show and determining his career direction for the near future, Gu Cong had been very disciplined. Apart from the basic practice, he never missed his weekly workout, and drinking or eating spicy food was a rare occurrence, reserved for special and celebratory occasions.
Whether it was his stage performance or his appearance, he had never made a mistake in front of the camera.
But at this moment, Gu Cong wanted to reward himself by breaking a little habit.
Carefully listening for any sounds from the bedroom, he sneakily lifted the can in his hand, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.
"Kadak."
The bedroom door opened, and Xie Ye poked his head out. "Power outage..."
"Coming right up." Gu Cong swiftly hid the can behind his back, trying to suppress the tickling sensation in his throat, and hurried towards the bathroom.
O-brand beer wasn't very good, a bit bitter and harsh. Yet, Gu Cong tasted sweetness, sweet enough to make him feel light as a feather, almost ready to take flight.
Knowing very well that his behavior was impolite, Gu Cong couldn't control himself.
As he pushed the circuit breaker back into place, he pursed his lips. In his mind, a natural and involuntary thought arose, and he slowly understood his unusual behavior:
He didn't want to drink.
He just wanted to... touch the place where Xie Ye had drank.
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"Sneeze."
The midday sunlight was kept out by the curtains, and as he opened his eyes drowsily, the black-haired youth nestled in the bedding had a slightly flushed cheek. Rarely did he show a hint of confusion.
"You have a cold," responded 1101 with an emotionless tone.
Used to the fact that his health was never robust in any of his lifetimes, Xie Ye nonchalantly acknowledged it and looked toward the other half of the empty bed. "Where's Gu Cong?"
1101: "There's something going on at the company, and he was called away."
Xie Ye frowned, "He didn't catch a cold?"
1101 sneered, "No, he got wet and exposed to the wind, but he's still lively and kicking."
Xie Ye suddenly started to envy the young man.
It turns out ten years could make such a difference.
【Clearly, it's because you never do your tasks properly,】 feeling both angry and helpless, 1101 couldn't help but blurt out its own brain-composed remark, "At this rate, even if you become a sugar daddy, you'll be the one getting pressed down."
...
With a muffled cough, the black-haired youth fluttered his eyelashes as if ignoring the comment.
Unable to deal with his uncooperative host, 1101, feeling defeated, crumpled it’s entire system into a ball. Just then, Xie Ye lifted the blanket and got out of bed.
As if witnessing the sun rise from the west, 1101 stared blankly, "What are you doing?"
Xie Ye replied, "Contacting Zhou Ming for an advertisement."
After all, Gu Xiyue stayed up late to have a drink with him, and before the plot reached its conclusion and the antagonist went offline, he had to make the most of it.
Dual endorsements.
He can't let the kid lose out.
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