The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 18

In real life, touching someone of the same sex’s stomach isn’t a big deal, but on a dating show, it instantly becomes super suggestive.

The live audience screamed in unison, flooding the chat with [Aaaah] until it gave everyone a headache ,a painful yet exhilarating sensation. The director laughed heartily three times with excitement.

What do you call this? It’s like having someone deliver a pillow when you’re sleepy, or an umbrella when it rains , perfect timing indeed.

“You Also Have This Day”, it turns out that you have this day too!

As for Qi Liao, who was involved, his mind went blank. The soft flesh in his palm seemed to pull him in, and he couldn’t help but give it a squeeze.

Mu Chi: “…Mm.”

That sound jolted Qi Liao awake. He immediately withdrew his hand from under Mu Chi’s shirt. The lingering warmth on his fingertips instantly spread through his entire body, making him break out in a cold sweat despite the 26°C air conditioning.

Mu Chi shot him a flushed, reproachful glare that left Qi Liao utterly flustered. “I… I didn’t mean to.”

The cameras were pressed against the glass, like Spider-Mans, eager to crawl all over the glass house, capturing every angle possible.

In this critical moment, Mu Chi managed to hold his composure despite the embarrassment and ticklish sensation that made his “gasp” softly. His expression remained flawlessly composed for the cameras.

“It’s fine,” Mu Chi said. “Thank you.”

“Let’s stargaze,” Qi Liao said expressionlessly, walking to the telescope.

Mu Chi remained equally expressionless.

Both acted as if the earlier incident never happened. The fans cheered for a moment before quieting down.

【It was an accident, an accident!!】

【I believe that even if they’re not rivals in love, their bond is pure brotherhood!】

【Am I the only one curious about how Mu Chi’s belly feels?】

【Don’t call it a belly—call it abs! Our idol has abs!】

【Even muscles are soft when relaxed】

【So was the big devil touching something hard or soft?】

【Maybe it was soft at first, then got hard】

【…………Are we really just discussing abs here?】

……

Mu Chi blushed for a moment, then moved on, asking Qi Liao this and that as usual.

Qi Liao also seemed to guide him as usual, “This is Cygnus, below is Draco, and here’s a small one called Lyra. Look at the first star in its head, that’s Vega.”

Mu Chi marveled at the wonders of the cosmos. “And what about Altair?”

“Not until the seventh day of the seventh lunar month(Chinese Valentine’s Day). You won’t see it before then.”

“There’s another Vega here too.”

“Huh? There are multiple Vegas?”

“Three Vegas, one Altair. This year, it’s likely Vega II that’s meeting up with Altair.”

Mu Chi: “…So Altair is quite the player.”

【??? I’ve learned a lot】

【Altair has three wives? Seriously?】

【Actually, Altair might not meet Vega for decades, this year is just a coincidence】

【Forcing celestial bodies into myths, isn’t that unfair to them?】

Qi Liao said, “It’s just a name. The grandeur of the cosmos is unimaginable; human thinking is too limited.”

Before they knew it, an hour had passed. Mu Chi still wasn’t ready to leave when staff knocked on the door, signaling time was up. Mu Chi turned to Qi Liao, “How about another half hour?”

Qi Liao glanced at his wristwatch. “It’s getting late. Let’s head back. Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.”

Mu Chi lingered reluctantly. “Will we come stargazing again?”

“We will. This spot is excellent, perfect for stargazing.”

Only then did Mu Chi step outside. Hao Wenrou and Xu Wuxing were waiting, while Lucas had already left. Ying Xuan sat on a nearby bench, rising with a smile. “These mosquitoes are vicious, they bit me several times.”

Mu Chi felt embarrassed. “Brother Ying, you can go back first after finishing. No need to wait for us.”

“It’s fine. I’m just enjoying the scenery.”

Back at the hotel, the livestream ended. Mu Chi took a shower. While waiting for his hair to dry, he still felt unsettled. He stepped out onto his small balcony, peering toward Qi Liao’s balcony.

Though they were staying in a suite, not every room had a balcony. The room between Mu Chi’s and Qi Liao’s, Hao Wenrou’s room didn’t have one.

For Mu Chi to cross over, he’d have to learn to fly.

After brooding for a moment, Mu Chi suddenly heard the sound of the sliding door opening. He turned his head and saw Qi Liao emerge.

Qi Liao didn’t glance this way as he stepped out, holding a cigarette and lighter in his hand. The orange-red flame flared with a click, the burning ember flickering brightly. The faint light momentarily illuminated his sharp, defined features.

Mu Chi stared without blinking. Qi Liao’s nose was straight and slightly arched, his lips neither too thin nor too thick, curved beautifully like a bow, they looked so kissable.

His eyes and eyebrows were also striking, showcasing his mixed heritage to perfection.

“Do you have Slavic ancestry?” Mu Chi asked suddenly.

Qi Liao startled, ash falling onto his arm and leaving a red burn mark. He turned to look at Mu Chi.

“Did you burn yourself?” Mu Chi asked anxiously.

“…No.” Qi Liao flicked away the ash and answered Mu Chi’s earlier question. “My maternal grandmother was Slavic.”

“No wonder. I thought you looked mixed-race the moment I saw you.”

“Only a quarter mixed.” Qi Liao took a drag, exhaling smoke rings. “Not really mixed-race.”

Mu Chi no longer cared about mixed-race or not. He asked, “Does the cigarette taste good?”

Qi Liao: “…It doesn’t taste good, don’t learn it.”

Mu Chi was full of curiosity, “What does it taste like?”

“Mint.”

“Then I’d definitely like it. My toothpaste is mint-flavored.”

Qi Liao chuckled. “Yeah, just think of it as tasting like your toothpaste.”

Mu Chi breathed in the faint smoke lingering in the air. “Smells nice.”

“Secondhand smoke. Don’t you dare inhale it.”

“Then give me a drag. Just one puff.”

“No.”

“Ge…” Mu Chi started to pout, but then saw Qi Liao turn his head. Following his gaze, he spotted Ying Xuan, who had also stepped out onto the small balcony with a cigarette.

Ying Xuan had just placed the cigarette between his lips when he glanced over casually. “…”

Mu Chi called out across the distance, “Go ahead and smoke.”

Ying Xuan gave an awkward smile but couldn’t resist the craving, taking puff after puff.

As the two puffed away, Mu Chi could only watch longingly. Seeing his envious expression, Qi Liao found it amusing. “Smoking isn’t good for you. I only do it when I’m stressed.”

“Stressed? Are you stressed right now?” Mu Chi asked.

Qi Liao hesitated, unsure how to respond. “I guess so.”

“If you have any stress, you can talk to me. Maybe I can help.”

Qi Liao brought out an ashtray and slowly stubbed out his cigarette. “Yeah, thanks.”

No sooner had he spoken than a crisp, youthful voice suddenly rang out: “What are you guys up to?”

The voice came closest to Mu Chi. He turned around and sure enough, saw Xu Wuxing perched on the windowsill, leaning his head out and smiling brightly at him.

“Let me join in,” Xu Wuxing said with a bright smile. “But I don’t smoke, it’s bad for my throat.”

Mu Chi: “Nothing much.”

Immediately after, two more windows opened in succession, revealing two heads. Lucas asked lazily, “What’s all the commotion? Did you catch someone in the act?”

Hao Wenrou felt awkward seeing everyone gathered like this, the scene looked downright silly.

Mu Chi agreed it was silly. “Good night, everyone. I’m going to bed,” he said before slipping inside.

The five of them were left staring at each other in bewilderment, and Qi Liao silently returned to his room. Except for Ying Xuan, who wanted to smoke, everyone else closed their windows in boredom.

The next morning, Mu Chi awoke to the familiar sound of his artificial alarm clock. Seeing the friendly faces of his two assistants, he didn’t ask when they’d arrived, working people had it tough too.

After changing clothes and applying makeup, Mu Chi headed out and knocked on Qi Liao’s door. The latter’s assistant emerged, saying Qi Liao had already gone to the dining room.

Mu Chi: “…Why didn’t you wait for me?”

Assistant, puzzled: “Why should he wait for you?”

Fuming, Mu Chi went to find Qi Liao. After getting off the elevator, he bumped into Hao Wenrou, who said, “Everyone’s in the dining hall. This way.”

Upon reaching the dining hall, Mu Chi plopped down next to Qi Liao and glared with his peach blossom eyes.

Qi Liao: “What?”

Mu Chi shot him a look that screamed accusation. I thought we were already friends, that we’d soon become lovers, but you didn’t even invite me to eat.

Qi Liao had no idea what he was upset about, nor could he fathom the convoluted romantic thoughts of a seventeen-year-old boy. He placed a steamer basket of xiaolongbao in front of Mu Chi and poured a bowl of hot soy milk. “Eat!”

Mu Chi ate. Three seconds later, he’d forgotten why he’d been upset. The joy of carbohydrates satisfied him.

Qi Liao watched Mu Chi, cool and sharp-eyed on the surface, but really just a docile bunny and his lips curved into a pleased smile. “Since we are here, today’s activity is to have fun.”

Xu Wuxing: “Yay!”

Qi Liao: “I checked the guide. There’s a pool of clear spring water here. If we go around three or four in the afternoon, the water temperature will be just right.”

“Bathing sounds great.” The atmosphere at the table instantly warmed up. The netizens were also thrilled. Wouldn’t this mean they could see six handsome guys half-naked at the same time? Just thinking about it made their blood boil!

Only Mu Chi remained silent, his thoughts drifting far away. He mentally filtered out everyone else, leaving only himself and Qi Liao playing together in the water—

“Come chase me, Ge! Come on, come on~”

“You little devil, don’t run away.”

“Ha ha, ha ha…”

“Ha ha ha ha ha…”

The two splashed and kissed in the water, locked in a passionate embrace for three hundred rounds.