The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 26

Sharing the same bed, Mu Chi very self-consciously lay on the inside, hugging a thin blanket. His eyes shone brightly as he looked at Qi Liao lying beside him, the tip of his nose catching a faint scent of lemon soap.

Mu Chi twitched his nose, trying to catch some other scent.

“What is it?” Qi Liao asked. “Does it smell?”

“Mm, it smells really nice,” Mu Chi said honestly. The bed carried the same fresh, softener-like scent as Qi Liao’s room.

Qi Liao was a little uneasy. “Don’t sniff me.”

Mu Chi: ‘We’ve already done mouth-to-mouth, and I can’t even sniff?’

“Go to sleep.” Qi Liao pulled the thinner towel blanket over himself, turned sideways with his back to Mu Chi, completely blocking out the bedside lamp.

Mu Chi bathed in the merciless back view of the cool guy: “Ge, I can’t sleep. Can we talk?”

“You talk.”

“…You’re not going to say anything?”

“Just listening is fine.”

Mu Chi gave an “oh,” then started rambling about his childhood: “My hometown is also in the mountains. When I was little, I was most afraid of thunderstorms and heavy rain. My family was poor, the house was old and leaking. The area was damp, and when it rained, the walls inside the house would be beaded with water.”

“And the floods kept coming. One year the vegetables in the fields all drowned, and my family ate dried radish for months.” Mu Chi talked wherever his thoughts took him. “I still love dried radish now. Stir-fried with garlic, it smells amazing.”

Qi Liao listened seriously. He turned to lie flat, his hands folded over his abdomen. The pure black silk robe had come slightly open, his chest muscles rippling in the warm yellow light, colored like honey.

Mu Chi stared and went hungry just looking, his voice drifting: “In front of my house there was a pear tree and a jujube tree. The pear tree got struck by lightning, but it didn’t die. The pears it grew each year were fragrant and sweet, better than the ones in the orchard.”

“Mn.” Qi Liao’s voice rumbled from his chest, his Adam’s apple faintly trembling.

Mu Chi’s eyes didn’t blink, fixed on Qi Liao’s profile like a sheer cliff , thick brows, deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and those full, red lips that looked way too kissable.

The silence stretched over half a minute. Qi Liao thought Mu Chi had fallen asleep, drew back his unfocused gaze, and turned , only to meet those still-bright eyes.

Some poet once said, eye contact is a spiritual kiss. Qi Liao felt like he’d been taken advantage of, his heart pounding violently as he looked away. “If you’re sleepy, sleep.”

Mu Chi, still brimming with energy: “Ge, can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“Have you ever given anyone else mouth-to-mouth before?”

“…Why are you asking this?”

“This is really important to me,” Mu Chi said seriously.

Qi Liao knew exactly what answer he wanted. That answer was too ambiguous, so he forced himself to sound casual: “Of course. I studied medicine.”

Practicing on silicone mannequins counted, right?

He didn’t even need to look , Mu Chi was definitely full of disappointment. “Oh…” The sound was like a child going into town with an adult and not getting the cotton candy they’d been craving.

Qi Liao couldn’t bear to bully him: “You’re the first living person.”

Mu Chi: “…Ah?”

Was it because he’d been saved, so he counted as a “living person”? That meant all the ones before… didn’t make it? How heavy a shadow would that leave on him?

Mu Chi forgot to be jealous, only full of heartache: “Ge, you already did great. Don’t be sad.”

Qi Liao: “??”

Without noticing, half an hour slipped by. Mu Chi had overestimated his excitement, thinking they’d talk all night, but he was asleep in less than an hour.

His sleeping posture was reckless, limbs sprawled, kicking off the blanket. His pajama top and bottoms were all rumpled, two buttons undone at the top, two at the bottom. The soft white belly beneath rose and fell gently with his breathing.

Qi Liao pulled the blanket over him. His eyes accidentally landed on the natural pink pearl hidden on Mu Chi’s body, lustrous and flawless. He ended up staring for several minutes.

By the time he came to, his hand had already reached out, as if trying to steal the pearl.

Shocked by his own shamelessness, he hastily grabbed the blanket and covered Mu Chi tightly.

Mu Chi, too hot, drowsily kicked half of it off again. After five rounds of tug-of-war, he finally stayed covered.

Sweat dampened Qi Liao’s temples. He gave a half-angry laugh, tapping Mu Chi’s fine, slightly upturned nose with a finger. “Even in your sleep, you can’t behave.”

Mu Chi’s lips parted slightly, like rose petals. Qi Liao was suddenly reminded of the softness and sweetness of giving him mouth-to-mouth.

That thought froze him, his gaze dropping in shock to his lower abdomen…

The bathroom door closed. Cold water burst from the showerhead, drenching Qi Liao’s face and body, like tossing burning charcoal into heavy rain. The fire dimmed but wasn’t fully extinguished. Just a spark could set it ablaze again.

As a racecar driver, Qi Liao had always been focused, pouring everything into training and competitions. Before returning home, he’d never even thought of entangling with someone emotionally. His life already had a passion that consumed most of his energy.

How could he have room for love?

Qi Liao told himself he didn’t , but the truth seemed otherwise.

He didn’t dare look again at Mu Chi’s peaceful sleeping face. He dozed fitfully, then went out running before dawn. Not even the Diyi Shuai could keep up with him, collapsing and howling.

Back at the villa, everyone was already busy. Xiao Tian came hurrying downstairs, phone in hand, looking like she was about to cry: “Mu-ge is gone. His room is empty. Could he have been kidnapped?”

Zhu Yinhang: “Who the hell would kidnap someone in the deep mountains? Check the bathroom.”

“Already did. He’s not there.”

“The kitchen? He’s always sneaking sweets.”

“Not there either. I’ve searched everywhere except for their rooms.” Xiao Tian sobbed. “His phone’s still in his room. Normally at this time he’d still be lazing in bed.”

Even Zhu Yinhang felt uneasy, though stuck on a business trip. He told the others to help search and cursed, “When will Mu Chi ever let me stop worrying?!”

Xiao Tian: “Wuwuwu…” If Mu Chi had an accident, she’d lose her 10,000-yuan-a-month job for sure.

Hao Wenrou and Xu Wuxing were also panicked. “This early in the morning, where on earth did Mu-ge go?”

Qi Liao, dripping sweat, felt a chill. He finally had to admit to the anxious group: “Mu Chi is in my room.”

The words dropped. A full minute of dead silence. You could hear a pin fall , only the cicadas outside screamed like they were urging people to their deaths.

Qi Liao: “…”

Everyone: “…”

Production crew: ‘Fuck, go live right now!! Missing this gimmick would be a crime!!’

Hao Wenrou nearly fainted again. Xu Wuxing, standing closest, barely caught him. Both their faces were pale as they stammered: “How could Mu-ge be in your room?”

Qi Liao said, “Last night’s storm knocked out the villa’s wiring. His room lost power. We’ll need an electrician today.”

Their faces relaxed a bit. Xu Wuxing added, “Qi-ge’s room has a little sofa. If Mu-ge spent the night on that, it must’ve been uncomfortable.”

Qi Liao didn’t explain further, just went upstairs. “I’ll wake him.”

Xiao Tian, eyes brimming with tears, thanked him and trailed behind, politely stopping at the staircase, watching Qi Liao walk into his room.

At that moment, Mu Chi had already been awake for five minutes. Bored, he was rolling around on the bed, hugging the towel blanket and sniffing Qi Liao’s scent.

So good, so intoxicating , it was making him feel things. But he still had some self-control, and didn’t… self-service.

After enough rolling and sniffing, Mu Chi thought: ‘I’m such a little perv. But since I’m already a little perv, being just a bit more pervy shouldn’t matter, right?’

His eyes drifted to the desk drawer , 

Tiptoeing over, he psyched himself up. He just wanted to see what size condoms Qi Liao used, that was all, laying some groundwork for their future. He swore he wouldn’t take even one.

He pulled the drawer open , only to find envelopes and stationery inside, exactly like his own drawer. Not a box of condoms in sight.

Still puzzled over it, the door suddenly opened. Qi Liao’s tall figure loomed oppressively, his frown fierce as a devil’s. He strode in with two steps in three, cold and sharp as when they first met: “What are you doing?”

Caught red-handed, Mu Chi quickly shut the drawer, looking guilty as a thief, his voice soft: “I thought your drawer was full of condoms. I just wanted to look. I wasn’t doing anything bad.”

Qi Liao’s ferocity evaporated instantly, replaced by one giant question mark: “?”