ITOTIABSAM | Entertainment Industry | 14
People who have worked as models generally don't feel too awkward changing clothes in front of the same gender.
Coincidentally, Xie Ye, in this little world, had been a model.
Seeing that the host's fingertips had already touched the buttons, 1101, the drama queen, couldn't help but exclaim, "What are you doing?!"
Xie Ye: "Massaging?"
1101: "Don't humans have a privacy mode? I really want to mosaic him."
【Or, could I help you exchange the prop? But make him leave right away.】 The tone was like that of a scumbag. Xie Ye casually pulled the shirt down to an appropriate height.
1101: Goodbye, I'm leaving.
Powerful sleeping pills also cost money, you know? And because someone doesn't earn any points; he has to be thrifty with the subsidies from each world.
"Hiss." Just as the system in his mind quieted down, the sore muscles were covered by a hot towel, and Xie Ye was stimulated, causing him to shudder involuntarily, unconsciously contracting his muscles.
The young man behind him immediately reached out, pressing down on his shoulder. "Don't hide."
Many times, Xie Ye seemed more like the senior, such as taking the lead in claiming a room, negotiating contracts, but there were also many times when their roles seemed to switch. The younger Gu Cong appeared more composed.
Although Xie Ye didn't turn around, he could vividly imagine the earnest expression on the other's face in his mind.
"To loosen the muscles, it might be a bit painful." After changing several hot towels in succession, Gu Cong poured a bit of essential oil into his palm, rubbing it and tentatively applying it to the junction of the young man's shoulder and neck. "Is it here?"
Xie Ye made a sound of agreement.
The skin, which rarely saw daylight, gradually revealed itself, tinted with a faint red from the steam. Xie Ye had long noticed that he only felt like sleeping when he was around Gu Cong or when he was exhausted mentally. At other times, even if their skin touched, he could remain alert.
For example, right now. Having had enough rest in the car, Xie Ye furrowed his brows. He could distinctly sense the stiff muscles around his neck being slowly kneaded by Gu Cong. It was a bit painful, and after the pain, there was a comfortable and slightly sore feeling.
"He had learned dance in his childhood. At first glance, although he seemed lazy and without proper form, upon closer inspection, his movements in walking, sitting, and lying down were all pleasing to the eye. His spine was very straight, with a slight indentation, but he had recently lost some weight, making his shirt appear a bit loose.
This made life difficult for Gu Cong.
During the massage, he couldn't stare at some annoying celadon basin anymore. His heart pounded, and he didn't know where to look. He could almost hear the sound of blood flowing.
Even so, his hands were very disciplined. He didn't touch any inappropriate places. On the other hand, Xie Ye, who openly admitted his preference for men, was completely defenseless and occasionally made requests:
"Here."
"Be gentler."
"It hurts."
After Xie Ye's neck, which had been uncomfortable due to a misplaced pillow, felt better, Gu Cong's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat. The young man's skin was too thin, despite his efforts to control the pressure. There were still a few faint marks left on the back of his neck.
Trying to avert his gaze, he said, 'It's done.'"
As the words fell, Gu Cong suddenly realized how hoarse his voice was. He hurriedly got up and picked up the porcelain basin nearby, saying, "I'll go fetch some water and apply a hot compress again."
Xie Ye: Why so rushed? Eager to go home?
"Well, look at the time, it's almost midnight. It's because you slept too long in the nanny car earlier," hesitated, 1101 said, "I say, Xie Ye, you don't really intend to let him stay here..."
"Crash."
The next second, a crisp shattering sound came from the bathroom.
Xie Ye, who had been sitting cross-legged on the sofa for too long, stumbled a bit after putting on his slippers. When he pushed open the bathroom door, he saw Gu Cong with his pants, slippers, and socks all wet.
Next to him was a porcelain basin broken into several pieces. When Xie Ye entered, a visible panic flashed across the young man's face. He hurriedly apologized and bent down to pick up the pieces, saying, "I'm sorry."
The response to him was an obviously raised voice from Gu Cong: "Don't move."
"..." Gu Cong's outstretched hand hung in the air.
Suddenly, he regretted his momentary lapse of reason.
However, before Gu Cong could figure out what to say to remedy the situation, his arm was grabbed, and he was pulled to stand by the washbasin.
"Don't you have a sense of pain? It's all red," Xie Ye said sternly as he turned on the cold water with a splashing sound. "We have brooms at home. Do you really need to use your hands to pick it up?"
Gu Cong was stunned, "But that was a gift from Senior Xue..."
"So what if he gave it? Is it plated with gold? Do you need to worship it? If it's broken, it's broken. Safety is more important," Xie Ye didn't think an unused flowerpot was that important. He was relieved when he saw that Gu Cong's hand was just turning red. "What about you? How can someone your size get scalded by hot water?"
—He was usually quiet, but now he spoke like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, one string after another.
Gu Cong's heart warmed, "I was lost in thought."
By the time he snapped out of it, water had already overflowed, and he instinctively let go.
In fact, at the moment the porcelain basin slipped from his hands, he had a complete chance to endure the pain and catch it. However, in that moment, Gu Cong hesitated.
He couldn't explain what he was thinking. Perhaps it was jealousy? Jealous of Xue Minglang being closer to Xie Ye, jealous that this home, which almost had no traces of life, still kept something from an "outsider."
"Forget it, change out of your wet clothes first," Xi Ye gestured for Gu Cong to stay in place, saying helplessly, "I'll go check if there are pants you can wear."
Up to this point in the eight worlds, 1101 had only seen its host so lively for the second time.
The last time was when he picked up a surfboard to go surfing.
As the bathroom door softly closed, Gu Cong saw himself in the mirror with a raised corner of his mouth. The next second, he heard a crisp doorbell.
"Ding dong."
Even Xie Ye, who was about to go to the bedroom, was stunned.
At this hour, could it be Zhou Ming? Or someone from Gu Cong's company looking for him?
"Too bad, it's neither," swiftly invading the external monitoring system, 1101 generously shared the view with its host, "Ta-da! It’s Xue Minglang, are you surprised?"
Xie Ye finally remembered that, in addition to Zhou Ming and the life assistant, he had personally registered Xue Minglang at the security office by the original owner.
He didn't want to open the door, but the annoying doorbell didn't stop. It even became more urgent. In order to avoid complaints from neighbors upstairs and downstairs, to prevent encountering Xue Minglang, and to avoid triggering a series of melodramatic scenarios.
Xie Ye, who was wearing slippers, coldly pushed the door open a crack, asking, "What's the matter?"
The crack was quickly widened by a large hand.
"You brought Gu Cong home?" With an accusatory tone as if catching someone in an affair, Xue Minglang's words had just fallen, and he noticed the pair of sports shoes next to Xie Ye's feet, clearly two sizes larger.
Under the warm-colored light, everything seemed to require no explanation.
He couldn't compete with the strength of the other person. The black-haired youth, impatient and without much patience, let go. He leaned against the entrance wall and said, "Yes, what's the matter?"
What's the matter?
Didn't you say before that only I can come and go freely in this apartment?
The questioning words were stuck in his throat. Xue Minglang wanted to get angry but felt he had no standing.
He felt like he must be crazy to abandon the dinner he attended with Su Qingyue just for a Weibo post about "Xie Ye and Gu Cong leaving together in the same car," leaving midway, and driving urgently here to confirm.
"Oh, the password."
There were too many sweet words said when the original owner was manipulated by the plot. Xie Ye thought carefully and remembered, "I should change it. After all, I was filmed on the show, so I have to be cautious."
Before Xue Minglang's expression could ease, Xie Ye laughed again, "As for what I said before... it was just a casual remark in the heat of the moment. You didn't take it seriously, did you?"
No one responded.
The lights in the entrance and the corridor went out simultaneously. Xue Minglang stood in the darkness, his breathing slightly quickened.
"I apologize for causing trouble for you and Mr. Su," as the young man spoke again, the lights came back on. Xue Minglang finally noticed his loose collar and the ambiguous red marks on the side of his neck, "In the future, you go your way, and I'll go mine. Let's each mind our own business..."
The marks were too conspicuous. Just as Xie Ye was about to lean in to close the door, Xue Minglang grabbed his hand, "Xie Ye, you really can’t live without a man?"
"What can Gu Cong offer you?"
As soon as the words were spoken, Xue Minglang regretted it.
He thought Xie Ye would break free and give him a harsh slap, but Xie Ye didn't.
The other just raised his eyes, looking at him calmly, "Yeah, creating a CP, and making money. Can't compare to the noble image of Teacher Xue."
"Haven't you seen it all? You've been avoiding me for so long, and you finally decided to speak up now?" The corner of Xie Ye's lips curled slightly, "Xue Minglang, you have been holding back."
The hand tightly gripping his left wrist loosened.
"Seeing the person you like struggling in nightmares and not going to save them, but instead avoiding them from a distance, thinking they're dirty," locking eyes, the black-haired youth spoke slowly, "Xue Minglang, in fact your love is quite cheap."
"Or is it that, in your eyes, Xie Ye is just a person who willingly falls into depravity."
Suddenly accused by someone he had once secretly loved, Xue Minglang retorted without thinking, "You're mistaken..."
"Is that so?" Taking out his phone, Xie Ye swiped his fingertip, his eyes beneath the long lashes black and white, fixed and piercing. "Then you wouldn't mind taking a photo with me for a Weibo post right?"
Instinctively, Xue Minglang raised his hand to cover the camera.
"Take a look."
Casually shrugging, the black-haired youth turned his wrist, revealing a locked screen that hadn't been unlocked. "If it were when we first reunited, you would be willing, right?"
Eager to show off that he had captured the White Moonlight to the whole world.
Thud.
Ignoring the protagonist's blushing face, the door was forcefully closed.
"Psycho." Unable to understand the author's portrayal of passionate and noble love, Xie Ye only knew that if he could live cleanly, no one would want to end up covered with filth.
.
Since Xue Minglang looked down on him, he shouldn't actively seek trouble anymore. Otherwise, wouldn't it be masochistic?
If it wasn't for the fact that the other party had first shown concern, displayed gentle gestures, released ambiguous signals, and then abruptly distanced himself, even the powerful world consciousness couldn't illogically turn his alternate identity into a hysterical lover.
He could clearly live well on his own.
For several tens of seconds, or maybe minutes, the corridor outside the peephole became silent again. The surroundings were quiet, just like in every small world before. Except for 1101, no one would empathize with a villain born with malicious intent, pondering why he went insane.
No one would care for him, soothe him, or understand him like the friends and lovers of the protagonist in other worlds.
Suddenly, he felt that all the lights in the living room, bathroom, and bedroom were a bit too glaring. Xie Ye lowered his head, leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down, hiding himself in the darkness of the entrance.
It's not interesting.
When will the plot of this world end?
Just as he was seriously contemplating finding the scene of his own death in the original work, Xie Ye suddenly heard a rustling of footsteps.
He almost forgot that there was still a Gu Cong in his home. Just as he was about to pull himself together to see the guest off, all the lights in the room went out in an instant.
"Ah, it seems like the circuit breaker is broken." The moonlight was bright, and the innocent tone came from the young man who rolled up his pants, carefully stepping over the clean floor. Bending down, in a hazy manner, he pressed something cold against Xie Ye's cheek:
"Teacher Xie."
"Wanna drink?"
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