The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 52

[The Demon King actually picked up Mu Chi’s foot so naturally. If this isn’t love, what is?]

[The key is Mu Chi’s feet are so pale and good-looking!]

[I also want to touch the male god’s feet!]

[Mu Chi’s feet look like they’d smell nice. A blessing for foot fetishists.]

[I don’t believe it, unless you let me have a sniff.]

[Let me have a taste of the male god’s feet]

[One pair of feet has attracted so many perverts…]

After thoroughly kneading Mu Chi’s foot for a while, letting the essential oil absorb, Qi Liao put the beach shoe back on him and said, “It’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

Mu Chi was very satisfied with the foot massage service. “If it’s not better, do I need to apply this oil again?”

Qi Liao didn’t expose his little scheme. “We’ll see tomorrow morning.”

By this point, the bonfire banquet was pretty much over. Everyone took a group photo in front of the light wall and the tents, then started packing things up.

The more stuff they brought, the more chaotic the cleanup was; it actually took a full forty-plus minutes. As enjoyable as the bonfire banquet was, who knew when the next one would be held.

Back at the courtyard, everyone was exhausted. Exchanging quick “goodnights,” they hurried to wash up and went to their respective rooms to sleep—of course, Qi Liao didn’t come out of Mu Chi’s room.

The next day, Mu Chi didn’t go for the morning run. Qi Liao went for his exercise as usual and bought some youtiao on the way back. Suddenly, he received a call from Ash: “Seven, Six is heading your way.”

“Jin Liusun? What’s he coming for?”

Ash laughed meaningfully. “Don’t play dumb. You can’t not know his feelings? He was very upset when he heard you were on a BL dating show.”

“…You’re not joking?”

“You’ll know when he arrives.”

Qi Liao wasn’t looking forward to Jin Liusun’s arrival at all; he was even somewhat annoyed.

Consequently, he had a sour look on his face while making and eating breakfast. Mu Chi asked, “What’s wrong?”

“An annoying pest is coming.”

“?”

This so-called annoying pest arrived in the afternoon. Everyone was taking a nap, including Diyi Shuai. Only Xiao Hei was alertly barking.

Ying Xuan was woken by the barking. Standing on the second-floor corridor, he looked outside the main gate. A taxi had just driven away, and a fuzzy head of hair was intermittently visible outside the gate.

“Who is it?” Ying Xuan called out clearly.

The head outside retreated slightly. The young man had a melon seed-shaped face, slender single eyelids, and a pair of dimples appeared when he smiled: “Oppa, please open the gate. I know Qi Liao.”

Ying Xuan went to open the gate. Xiao Hei stopped barking and squatted under the main house corridor, swatting Diyi Shuai awake.

“Hello, my name is Jin Liusun,” the young man said in not-very-fluent Chinese. “I’m also a racer, a friend of Qi Liao’s.”

“Please come in.” Ying Xuan remembered Qi Liao mentioning an annoying pest was coming this morning. Could it be this young man?

[Not Chinese?]

[Must be from Korea ]

[He really does look Korean.]

[What’s he here to see the Great Demon King for? Could it be a romantic debt?]

[Impossible! Qi Liao’s first love is Mu Chi!]

“They’re taking a nap,” Ying Xuan said, pouring a glass of water for Jin Liusun. “They’ll probably wake up in about half an hour.”

“Thank you.” Jin Liusun took the water. “It’s fine, I can wait.”

The two chatted for a bit. Jin Liusun acted very well-behaved and obedient, without any faults, not at all like the annoying pest Qi Liao had described.

After half an hour of small talk, Xu Wuxing came down first looking for water, his eyes bleary. He only saw Ying Xuan. “Brother Ying, I’m dying of thirst…”

Jin Liusun stood up. “Hello, Xu Wuxing.”

Xu Wuxing looked at him for a long moment. “Who are you?”

Jin Liusun still wore that smiling expression. “I’m Qi Liao’s friend, Jin Liusun.”

After that, Jin Liusun introduced himself the same way to Hao Wenrou and Lucas as they came down one after another, just like a broken record.

“When will Brother Qi come down?” Jin Liusun’s address was very intimate.

Everyone looked at him with different expressions. Ying Xuan said, “Should be soon.”

“Can I go up and call him?”

“Sure.” Xu Wuxing, never one to avoid stirring the pot, added, “If you don’t mind getting hit.”

Jin Liusun smiled. “Brother Qi doesn’t hit people randomly. You guys don’t even know that much about him?”

“…”

Jin Liusun went upstairs triumphantly. On the corridor, he looked left and right, then went left. He often watched the dating show and was already very familiar with the layout of Qi Liao’s room.

Arriving at the door, he knocked. “Brother Qi, are you awake? It’s me, Jin Liusun,Six , your loyal little fan.”

There was no response from inside.

“Brother Qi?” Jin Liusun knocked harder. “Brother Qi, are you in there? I’m coming in~”

The door creaked open a crack. Jin Liusun peered inside; it was empty, with no signs of anyone having napped there. He closed the door and said to Xu Wuxing, who had followed him up, “Brother Qi is still sleeping. Don’t disturb him. Let’s go down.”

“Still sleeping?” Xu Wuxing, confused, was pushed back downstairs.

At the top of the stairs, Jin Liusun shot a meaningful glance towards Mu Chi’s door.

At this very moment, inside Mu Chi’s bedroom, on the disheveled bed, two pairs of eyes met in silent understanding.

After a long moment, Qi Liao sat up, a trace of moisture still on his lips. “He’s that annoying pest.”

Mu Chi’s peach-blossom eyes darted around. “He didn’t find anyone in your room. Why didn’t he raise the alarm?”

If he had raised the alarm, everyone would start looking for Qi Liao and eventually find him in Mu Chi’s room, exposing their relationship. But not only did Jin Liusun not raise the alarm, he even helped cover it up a bit.

Qi Liao didn’t want to consider it from the angle that the other guy liked him. “Don’t know, can’t be bothered to guess. I’ll go down first. You follow later.”

Mu Chi, looking somewhat unsatisfied, licked his lips. Qi Liao leaned in and lingered on his lips for a few more seconds before getting up to take a cold shower in the bathroom, hoping to cool the heat and clear his head.

The shower took about five minutes. Qi Liao came out, put his clothes on, and instructed, “Don’t laze in bed, or you won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

Qi Liao went downstairs and saw Jin Liusun. They shared a tacit understanding. Jin Liusun smiled. “Brother Qi, you got up pretty late.”

“Why are you here?” Qi Liao got straight to the point.

“I just came to hang out. You’re not going to tell me I’m not welcome, are you?”

“Mm.”

“…?”

Ying Xuan smoothed things over: “A guest is a guest. Let’s have a meal together tonight.”

“Okay.” Jin Liusun agreed.

Upstairs, Mu Chi listened, figured the timing was about right, and walked downstairs unhurriedly, dressed in white from head to toe, looking utterly ethereal.

Jin Liusun’s eyes lit up. “You must be the aloof male god, Mu Chi, right?”

Although that was his persona, being praised so directly was still a bit embarrassing. Mu Chi steeled himself to maintain the character. “You flatter me.”

Jin Liusun stared at Mu Chi for a full minute, as if finally remembering his main purpose. “Let’s go for a drive. I also want to race a bit, see if my driving skills have gotten any closer to Brother Qi’s.”

Qi Liao crossed his arms. “Did you bring a car?”

“No, so I wanted to borrow one from your production team.”

The production team readily lent a car—naturally, it couldn’t compare to a sports car, but it was better than nothing, enough to get a fix of driving.

For fairness, Qi Liao also drove a car and hung Mu Chi on the passenger seat like a mascot.

It had been some days since Mu Chi experienced a high-speed drive, and he actually missed it a little.

The two cars drove to the coastal ring road and stopped at the starting line. Xu Wuxing, holding a loudspeaker, gave the command: “Ready—Go!!”

The two cars instantly shot out like the wind.

Jin Liusun’s car was half a step behind, chasing relentlessly. Qi Liao gripped the steering wheel, eyes fixed ahead, as if the entire road was his territory, completely ignoring the car behind.

Mu Chi looked in the rearview mirror and gasped. Jin Liusun’s car came dangerously close to hitting theirs each time, but Qi Liao always managed to avoid it at the last moment.

After ten kilometers, Qi Liao’s car gradually slowed down, turned a corner, and headed through the urban area. The increasing traffic lights made further racing impossible.

The car headed towards a furniture plaza. Mu Chi was puzzled. “What are we doing here?”

“Buying some water-based paint. The paint on the room doors and windows is peeling.”

“Won’t there be formaldehyde?”

“Of course there will be some. But the peeling paint might be releasing more formaldehyde. We can only pick a few better, eco-friendly paints and respray them.”

The car stopped in the open-air parking lot. The two got out. Jin Liusun also got out and asked what they were doing. Mu Chi shouted the reason from a distance and told him to go back first.

Jin Liusun: “But I don’t know the way back either.”

By the time Qi Liao and Mu Chi had finished selecting the paint in the store, the cameraman had caught up, looking rather worse. Jin Liusun glanced at the camera, had a sudden inspiration, and suddenly said in a coquettish tone, “Brother Qi, do you think this one suits me?”

[??]

[This Korean guy’s train of thought is something else.]

[That’s green paint. Are you going to paint yourself entirely green?]

Qi Liao gave it a cursory glance. “It suits you perfectly. Want to try it now?”

Jin Liusun could speak Chinese but wasn’t great at reading complex Chinese characters. He thought it was some kind of sunscreen spray. “Okay.”

Qi Liao opened the pressure pump lid, pressed the nozzle, and sprayed it onto Jin Liusun’s shoe. A patch of vibrant green appeared. “It’s a shame you don’t have a hat, or you could become a green hat.”

Jin Liusun: “…”

[Hahaha, serves you right! The Demon King is famously sharp-tongued.]

[Try acting cute with him. The Demon King isn’t having it.]

[Who says he doesn’t like it? It depends on the person. If Mu Chi acted cute, Qi Liao would definitely love it.]

[The male god wouldn’t act cutesy even if he was acting coquettishly/sulking!]

Leaving the furniture plaza, they drove to the central part of the town. Qi Liao took Mu Chi to an import supermarket and bought a bunch of ingredients he often ate abroad.

Mu Chi very reservedly picked up a box of chocolate beans and ate them in the car. Qi Liao found it unbearably sweet just watching him.

Jin Liusun also bought a bunch of things, but he paid for them himself.

Back at the courtyard, Jin Liusun gave the things he bought to Ying Xuan and the others, trying to win their favor. Xu Wuxing was easily bought over with a bag of spicy french fry snacks, eating them with gusto.

Before dinner, everyone except Qi Liao thought Jin Liusun was a nice foreigner, even friendlier than Lucas. After dinner, when he took it for granted and said, “Brother Qi, I’ll sleep with you tonight,” everyone immediately understood his goal. So he was here for Qi Liao.

Qi Liao said, “If you don’t have money for a hotel, I can take you to the park.”

“…” 

Qi Liao was as cold as ever.

Jin Liusun naturally didn’t take his words seriously and told a lame joke: “You are Seven, I am Six. We should be together.”

Qi Liao didn’t find it funny at all and refused mercilessly. “If you really have nowhere to go, Lucas’s room welcomes you. He’s not picky.”

“…………”

[Hahahaha, that’s actually a valid point.]

[Lucas, your karma has arrived.]

[Looking closely, this ‘Old Six’ and Lucas are quite a match.]

[Following the Korean guy’s logic, if my name was ‘Eighth Brother’, would Qi Liao have to sleep with me too?]

[Homewrecker, get lost!]

[This batch of netizens is the most talented I’ve ever seen.]

While everyone was stunned, Lucas said sadly, “Qi Liao, do you think I’m someone who would sleep with any man?” As he spoke, he glanced suggestively at Jin Liusun. “Although I wouldn’t mind sleeping with Six and doing things that are homophones with ‘six’.”

Jin Liusun: “…I mind.”

Mu Chi asked innocently, “What’s the homophone for ‘six’?”

Qi Liao: “That’s not something a good kid should know.”