The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 19

The first stop for the bathing trip is the Dragon King Temple on the top of the mountain. Legend had it that many years ago, when floods ravaged the land, this mountain had shielded the surrounding area. Because the mountain is continuous like a giant dragon, giving rise to tales that the Dragon King resided here to quell the waters. Thus, the temple was built to burn incense and offer prayers.

The abbot personally greeted them. Ying Xuan made a donation into the merit box, bought several sticks of incense for everyone, and then reverently paid homage to the Dragon King.

Mu Chi quietly asked Qi Liao, “Do you believe that there are dragons in the world?”

Qi Liao: “I didn’t believe it before, but I do now. The world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders.”

Mu Chi nodded. “I believe too. Ancient myths must have roots.”

After visiting the Dragon King Temple, everyone went to the next ancient site, the Great Wall, which is only one kilometer long. It is said that it was used to defend against mountain bandits in ancient times.

Mu Chi couldn’t help but laugh. “So the Dragon King and the bandits used to be in the same place? Wouldn’t they have fought?”

Hao Wenrou interjected, “The Dragon King is legend. Bandits were real.”

Xu Wuxing said, “Since they’ve become bandits in the mountains, they’re naturally fearless.”

The mini Great Wall drew crowds of tourists, all braving the blazing sun with few taking sun protection measures. Though Mu Chi’s production crew led the way, the guests’ arrival still stirred excitement.

Especially Mu Chi and Qi Liao. Qi Liao’s popularity now subtly surpassed Mu Chi’s. A confident, cheerful girl approached him, smiling as she asked for his autograph.

Qi Liao’s expression remained cold: “I’m not a celebrity.”

The girl pouted: “Handsome guy, just a signature. It’ll only take a few seconds.”

Qi Liao remained unmoved. Turning to see seven or eight girls gathered around Mu Chi, his expression grew even colder.

Mu Chi was busy signing autographs for the girls. This time he took it seriously, and his signature was actually legible. The girls left, chattering and satisfied. Mu Chi looked up and met Qi Liao’s long-unseen, sullenly handsome face.

“What’s wrong?” Mu Chi was confused.

Qi Liao crossed his arms and struck a pose. “By the time you finish signing, it’ll be dark.”

Hao Wenrou was surrounded by boys, while Ying Xuan was surrounded by a mix of men and women. After signing, their foreheads were sweating profusely, and no one bothered to bother them any further.

【Why are all the people asking Mu Chi for autographs girls?】

【Why are all the guys asking Wenrou for signatures?】

【The big devil really knows how to give off vibes, impossible to dislike, actually kind of captivating】

【Qi Liao’s been this aloof since joining the dating show】

【He doesn’t flirt recklessly either… sometimes I wonder if he’s straight…】

【If Qi Liao were straight , I’d livestream myself doing a handstand and shitting. 】

…

 From then on, wherever Mu Chi went, a crowd followed him. The location of the scenic spot had been revealed last night, and ticket prices had skyrocketed this morning. Even the expensive resort hotel on the mountaintop was packed. Fans screamed “Ahhh!” upon spotting him.

After signing over a hundred autographs, Mu Chi’s wrist ached and his head pounded. He genuinely admired his past self for staying so cool under pressure.

His face was practically contorted into a grimace, okay?

 In contrast, Qi Liao felt much more relaxed. His sullen face had scared off a large number of fans and tourists. He wasn’t polite at all, and in the end, too lazy to say anything, simply told them to get lost.

#Fan wants autograph, Qi Liao tells them to get lost# 

#Mu Chi diligently signs autographs for fans# 

trended on the search results, a scene of sheer drama.

Weibo was abuzz with activity, as the two fan groups started arguing again.

Unable to stay in the hotel restaurant, they ordered room service instead. After the waiter left, Mu Chi carried the tray to knock on Qi Liao’s door.

The door opened, and Qi Liao let him in. “What are you sneaking around for?”

Mu Chi: “We’re eating together. It wouldn’t be good if we got photographed.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“We’re still ‘love rivals.’ This would ruin my character.”

The small suite had no proper dining table, only a desk and a mahjong table. They ate at the mahjong table. Qi Liao fetched a bottle of mineral water for Mu Chi from the mini-fridge.

Mu Chi ate the three dishes and a braised egg on his plate and exclaimed in surprise, “This braised egg is delicious!” Qi Liao immediately handed him his braised egg, “It’s good for protein.” Mu Chi’s eyes sparkled, “Ge, you’re so nice.”

Qi Liao snorted. “One marinated egg and you’re already bought off.”

“It’s not about the braised egg, it’s about you. The braised egg you gave me is the only special one.” Mu Chi said earnestly.

Qi Liao felt so awkward he could barely eat. “It’s just a braised egg, don’t make such a fuss.” 

Mu Chi curved his lips, her peach blossom eyes gleaming darkly. With his delicate, oval face, straight nose bridge, thin lips, and translucent skin, he looked strikingly fresh and beautiful from every angle.

Qi Liao’s gaze lingered on Mu Chi’s face for a few seconds before he lowered his eyes and focused on eating.

After the meal, the waiter came to clear the plates. Knocking on Mu Chi’s door yielded no response, so assuming he was resting, the waiter knocked on Qi Liao’s door instead. Qi Liao handed over both plates. The waiter paused, then placed them on the cart. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of a pale youth’s silhouette through the door crack.

“Go take your nap,” Qi Liao said to Mu Chi.

Mu Chi whined, “I’m stuffed. I’ll just lie down on your couch.”

Qi Liao’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t refuse. It was just the couch, not the bed.

After rinsing his mouth, Mu Chi stretched out comfortably on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. Before he knew it, his eyes closed and he fell asleep, all within ten minutes.

“…” Qi Liao picked up a thin blanket and draped it over Mu Chi.

His gaze returned to Mu Chi’s face. Perhaps because Mu Chi was asleep, Qi Liao stared at him without distraction for seven or eight minutes before returning to his bed for his own nap.

Mu Chi was roused from a daze by Qi Liao’s voice. The moment he stirred, he let out a groan.

“What’s wrong?”

“My back hurts…”

The sofa was too soft, not just for sleeping, but even sitting on it for too long caused back pain. Qi Liao knew this well, but it had only just dawned on him now.

Mù Chí looked pitifully at him: ”Ge, is my waist broken?”

“No.” Qi Liao sat on the edge of the sofa, one hand resting on Mu Chi’s waist as he gently kneaded it. “Lie face down. I’ll massage it for you.”

Mu Chi struggled to turn over, like a delicate flower battered by wind and rain, lying weakly on the throw pillow.

Qi Liao massaged his waist. His long, broad hands easily encircled Mu Chi’s slender waist. His back muscles, obliques, and abs felt slightly soft, the result of long neglect.

“Once you’re feeling better, I’ll take you running. Get some proper exercise. You shouldn’t turn into Sleeping Beauty and get stuck on the couch.”

Mu Chi hummed in agreement. “Deal. You take me running.”

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Xu Wuxing’s cheerful, clear voice called out, “Brother Qi, it’s already 2:30 PM. Time for a bath.”

Mu Chi: “…This hotel has terrible soundproofing. You can hear everything outside.”

Qi Liao went to open the door. “Alright, I’ll get ready.”

Xu Wuxing’s cheerful smile vanished the moment he spotted Mu Chi behind Qi Liao. “Brother Mu? What are you doing here?! You two… you’ve already…”

Seeing the young singer’s eyes welling up, Mu Chi blurted out, “I took a tumble and hurt my back. Came to get Qi Liao to massage it. He’s a race car driver, his technique is spot-on.”

Xu Wuxing retorted, “Well, Hao Wenrou is a gamer too, and his technique is spot-on. Why didn’t you go to him?”

Mu Chi replied with deadpan seriousness, “I was just about to go find him. I’m going to find him right now to massage my back.”

Xu Wuxing blocked Mu Chi’s path, his face flushing crimson. “I can do it! Let me massage you!”

Mu Chi twisted his waist left and right. “Feels better now. A bath would be perfect.”

Xu Wuxing went to call others, shouting so loud the whole floor heard. The camera crew startled awake, thinking something serious had happened.

Mu Chi whispered to Qi Liao: “Xu Wuxing is just a kid.”

Qi Liao shot him a look. “So are you.”

“…” Mu Chi thought to himself, I’m no kid, because my feelings for you aren’t pure anymore.

The location of that pool of clear spring water was rarely visited. It hadn’t been developed into a scenic area because it was barren and rocky, with only a few people able to appreciate its unique charm.

Mu Chi lost his composure the moment he saw the crystal-clear water. If everyone were to strip down… the scene was too beautiful to imagine.

Apparently, the production team had taken this into consideration, giving them each a bathrobe to wear while soaking, without risk of exposure or the program being reported.

Mu Chi’s fantasy of splashing around with Qi Liao shattered instantly.

Not only could they not play in the water, but they couldn’t even see each other’s bodies??

【Damn it, they’re bathing and not showing a single inch of skin?】

【Wasted a whole day of anticipation for this? The production team is so lame.】

【Such great bodies, it’s a waste not to show them off. Does the production team even know how to keep viewers interested?】

【If they keep being this conservative, I’m out.】

Mu Chi changed into a bathrobe in the makeshift changing room, then plunged into the water, looking ethereal and stunning.

If only the bathrobe hadn’t floated up in the water, making him look like a blooming white lotus.

【!!!! I knew the production team still had a conscience!】

【The male god’s legs are so straight, long and white, I’m drooling】

  [It would be even better if he didn’t wear underwear]

 Mu Chi didn’t expect this effect, and quickly slapped the low-quality bathrobe under the water, making it look like he was dancing in the waves.

  [The male god is the male god, so elegant]

Then, the other guests jumped into the water one after another.

【Are they frogs?】

【Holy crap! So many long legs! So many bulging underwear!】

【Qi Liao and Ying Xuan are really huge】

【Lucas is pretty big too】

【Xu Wuxing, haven’t you developed yet?】

【Wenrou is the bottom, not chasing size!】

【This is the essence of coyness—wet-body play】

【I forgive the production team now, thanks to those flimsy bathrobes/drooling】

Qi Liao couldn’t care less. He had zero interest in the male bodies around him, which only reinforced his belief that he was straight.

Until Mu Chi slowly waded over. Though the spring water was clear, the uneven stones at the bottom were deceptive, making it hard to gauge depth. Unsurprisingly, Mu Chi lost his footing right in front of Qi Liao and splashed forward.

Qi Liao was almost accustomed to Mu Chi’s frequent mishaps. He instinctively raised his arms to catch him, but maintaining balance in the water was inherently difficult. The moment he caught Mu Chi, he slipped.

Both of them plunged into the water at once.

With a confused vision, Mu Chi grabbed around and knocked something with his teeth. When he was pulled up, he saw that Qi Liao’s bathrobe was torn, revealing his muscular body, shining with water, and a circle of teeth marks on his shoulder.

Mu Chi froze in shock.

He tore this?

He bit this??

He actually made a pass at Qi Liao in front of hundreds of millions of viewers?