The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 60

Mu Chi lay on the soft, large bed, lost in a dream.

In the dream, he had lost his memory and done all sorts of things that aligned with his nature, yet left others caught between laughter and tears. Things like chasing chickens, walking dogs, catching fish, pulling up radishes, climbing trees, scrambling onto roofs to raid bird nests, and even dragging Qi Liao into dancing the tango.

Especially the time spent with Qi Liao was the most frequent.

They had even become lovers—hugging, kissing, sleeping together at night, and engaging in all sorts of intimate touching and rubbing that stopped short of the final act.

Mu Chi felt vaguely amused. Him and Qi Liao… how was that possible?

Qi Liao disliked him so much, and his own feelings for Qi Liao were, at most, admiration. Becoming lovers was utterly inconceivable. And to have done all those shameful things…

This dream was truly bizarre.

When a person realizes they are dreaming, they often wake up. Mu Chi opened his eyes.

The moment he opened them, four, five, six people were crowded around his bedside, not including the cameraman.

With twenty-five years of memories restored, Mu Chi wore a cool, detached expression. While inner waves surged, his surface remained as calm as a mirror. “What are you all doing?”

“Brother Mu!” Xu Wuxing cried and tried to throw himself forward, only to be shoved back firmly by a large hand.

Mu Chi met the strikingly handsome, mixed-race face that was most familiar from his dream. No matter how many times he saw it, he’d always be momentarily dazed by its sheer impact—the distinctly sharp outline, the high-bridged nose, the deep, greyish-brown pupils, the lips that were neither too thin nor too thick and looked very kissable. This was the very image he most wanted to become.

Too bad genetics didn’t allow it. Oh well, Mu Chi thought, even with Qi Liao’s genes, growing to look like that also requires luck.

Mu Chi’s luck had always been just a little bit short.

“How are you feeling?” Qi Liao asked.

Mu Chi nodded politely. “Alright.”

“…”

“?”

Mu Chi’s expression was so cold it made Qi Liao’s heart skip a beat. “Do you remember how you passed out?”

“I fell down the hillside, and you carried me up. Thank you.” Mu Chi remembered clearly.

Qi Liao: “…………………………”

The Others: “…………………………”

Mu Chi: “What’s wrong?”

【!!! What do you mean ‘what’s wrong’?!】
【The goofy male god has amnesia again!】
【It’s over. More than a month of relationship development, wasted.】
【The Demon King: What to do when the wife gets amnesia and forgets our days and nights together? Urgent, waiting online.】
【The expressions on Hao Wenrou and Xu Wuxing are the highlight. Feeling hopeful again, are we? 】
【Demon King, don’t be too upset. At most, you’ll have to woo your wife all over again.】
【Ahhhh! My cool, aloof male god is back!!!】
【Don’t be silly. A leopard can’t change its spots. Mu Chi’s true nature is goofy. No matter how aloof he acts, it’ll will reveal one day.】

Mu Chi looked around, finding everything increasingly unfamiliar. “Where is this?”

Ying Xuan spoke up: “A guest room at the Sunset Hotel. You really don’t remember anything?”

Mu Chi was stunned. Sunset Hotel? That sounded familiar from the dream.

Xu Wuxing rushed forward anxiously. “Brother Mu! Brother Mu! Do you still remember me?”

For a moment, Mu Chi couldn’t distinguish whether the present was real or an illusion. “Why am I here? Shouldn’t I be in the mountains?”

Hao Wenrou chimed in: “A lot has happened. We’re in a coastal town now. The dating show has a little over half a month left.”

Mu Chi’s confused expression wasn’t feigned. Qi Liao’s heart sank. He grabbed Mu Chi’s hand and pulled him up. “Come with me to a place.”

“Where are we going?” Mu Chi’s face was tense as he put on his shoes, letting himself be dragged along by Qi Liao. He tried to make him let go, but the grip on his wrist tightened. “Qi Liao?”

Qi Liao glanced back at him, a torrent of emotion suppressed in his eyes. “Why aren’t you calling me ‘gege’ anymore?”

“?!” Mu Chi was shocked, forgetting how to respond.

Qi Liao dragged him all the way to the orchard behind the hotel. The moment Mu Chi entered, he smelled that sweet yet decadent scent of apples. His heart thumped wildly. This scene, this imagery… he had seen it in his dream too.

Lost in his daze, Mu Chi was suddenly pinned against a tree trunk by Qi Liao. A ripe apple from a branch above thumped to the ground.

“Don’t remember this either?” Qi Liao leaned in extremely close, their breaths almost mingling.

Mu Chi’s ears turned red, as if it was his body’s instinctive reaction. What flustered him even more was that this had also happened in the dream. He and Qi Liao had even… kissed.

Watching Qi Liao’s intensely handsome face draw nearer, Mu Chi panicked and pushed against him—but didn’t budge him. The pectoral muscle under his palm was thick and firm. It felt really good to touch.

Mu Chi, almost without thinking, gave it a slight squeeze.

Qi Liao’s eyebrow twitched slightly.

Mu Chi: “…S-sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He quickly let go. “You’re too close. Please move aside.”

“Since when are you so polite with me?” Qi Liao advanced instead of retreating. “Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

Mu Chi refused to look directly at Qi Liao, keeping his gaze fixed on Qi Liao’s Adam’s apple. A thought popped into his head: That looks like it would be good to kiss too… No!

“Thank you for saving me,” Mu Chi said awkwardly, grasping for words while his mind felt like a tangled mess. Am I dreaming right now? Why does everything feel so chaotic?

Qi Liao pressed closer. “And?”

“And what?”

“When someone saves you, you should pledge yourself to them in return.”

“…” Mu Chi was incredulous. Was Qi Liao always this forward? Why was he suddenly so aggressive? This must still be a dream!

Mu Chi shook his head, trying to clear it, only to have Qi Liao pinch his cheeks.

“Stop shaking it. Your brain is already damaged,” Qi Liao said. “Another bump and you’ll probably turn into an idiot.”

Mu Chi glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, but the moment his eyes met Qi Liao’s face, they stuck fast. He remembered the self from his dream, who had touched this face a thousand times, his fingertips remembering every millimeter of its texture.

Warm, smooth, with a slight roughness, like a sculpture, a result of years of outdoor training.

Qi Liao saw the usual Mu Chi, always looking at him so openly, as if fascinated by him, and couldn’t help the slight upturn of his lips. “Remember now?”

Mu Chi: “…No.”

Qi Liao’s face iced over in an instant. “No?”

Mu Chi braced himself and lied: “No.” His eyes blinked rapidly several times.

Qi Liao’s gaze deepened. After a moment, he let out a low laugh. “It’s fine if you can’t remember. I’ll help you remember.”

“…”

The cameraman approached hesitantly, wanting to film but not daring to, afraid of getting beaten up by an emotionally volatile Qi Liao. Only when he sensed the tension between the two had eased somewhat did he stealthily move closer.

【The cameraman is useless, always failing at the critical moment!】

【No wonder we only ever get shots of the exhaust fumes, not even a bicycle!】

【Director, DM me the dashcam footage from the luxury car, I’ll pay 100 bucks!】

【Forget the luxury car. Now that Mu Chi has forgotten the Demon King, whether they can even get together is the question.】

【Mu Chi has to remember! The Fire and Water CP is the sweetest!】

As the cameraman approached, Mu Chi immediately stiffened his expression, putting on his aloof, cool-guy act. “It seems I’ve really forgotten a lot. But there’s no need to trouble yourself. I’ll remember on my own.”

Having said that, he turned to leave, only to bump into Qi Liao’s long, solid arm. His nose stung, and tears nearly sprang to his eyes. “…”

Qi Liao, who had been tree-pinning him, finally retracted his arm. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Mu Chi muttered, but his peach-blossom eyes glared fiercely at Qi Liao.

Qi Liao also stared fixedly at him.

As their eyes met, unspoken emotions flickered between them. Mu Chi instinctively wanted to move closer to Qi Liao. “You…”

A leaf drifted down and landed on Mu Chi’s soft hair. Qi Liao reached up to remove it and said, “Let’s go. Don’t get hit by another apple here.”

“…”

Touching someone’s hair is an intimate act, something only done between two people who are extremely familiar with each other. Mu Chi suddenly superimposed the Qi Liao before him with the Qi Liao from his dream—

Qi Liao had also touched his hair just as naturally, his eyes full of nothing but doting affection.

A single frame flashed rapidly through Mu Chi’s mind: him and Qi Liao kissing under an apple tree…

“What are you thinking about, spacing out like that?” Qi Liao watched Mu Chi’s peach-blossom eyes, which had gradually lost focus before sharpening again.

Mu Chi remembered the coolness, the softness of Qi Liao’s lips, the gradually rising heat, their tangled tongues, the saliva that couldn’t be swallowed in time spilling from the corner of his mouth, every corner of his mouth stained with Qi Liao’s scent, being forced down onto the soft quilt, the fierce and powerful attack making his heart tremble and his limbs go weak…

“Ah…!” Mu Chi snapped back to reality, his body and mind trembling. He flushed from the roots of his ears down his neck. The rush of blood made it impossible for him to face Qi Liao any longer. He turned and fled in disarray.

Qi Liao chased after him. “Where are you going?”

Mu Chi acted as if avoiding a flood or a fierce beast, a vast sea of passion. “Don’t! Don’t follow me!”

Shame, mortification, explosive embarrassment—it all overwhelmed him before he could think. His body had acted first. He could only run.

Twenty-five years of life… if everything in the dream had truly happened…

Mu Chi screams internally: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

The camera lens shook wildly as it followed.

【He chases, he flees, he can’t escape even with wings!】

【Hahahaha he must have remembered something!】

【The aloof male god with amnesia turned into a goofy sweetheart. He probably can’t accept it himself.】

【Demon King, go comfort your wife!】

【Even though Mu Chi’s cool male god persona has collapsed I love his goofy side even more!】

Mu Chi ran through the orchard for a good while. Apples fell randomly from the trees, birds scattered startled from the sky, and a wild rabbit even raced alongside him on the ground.

The dusty wild rabbit running at Mu Chi’s feet felt like the heavens were playing a joke on him.

Mu Chi: “…Ahhhh!”

Wild Rabbit: “?” What’s wrong with this human? More timid than a bunny?

Mu Chi’s foot stepped into a hole, and he fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was all soft earth, so it didn’t hurt. The confused wild rabbit paused by his feet, its big eyes wide, long ears perked up, tentatively rolling an apple over to him.

Lying side-by-side with the rabbit, Mu Chi was speechless, choking back silent sobs.

Seeing that he wasn’t eating the apple, the rabbit pulled it back with its paws and hopped away to find another burrow.

【Hahahaha this is killing me with cuteness】

【Mu Chi, you just stepped in and collapsed the rabbit’s home!】

【This rabbit is so spiritual, I want one】

【Mu Chi’s affinity with small animals is still as strong as ever】

Qi Liao walked over and reached out to him.

Mu Chi pretended not to see it, his eyes vacant as he stared into the void. It’s over. My persona completely fell apart.

“Mu Chi.” Qi Liao called his name.

Mu Chi didn’t respond, filled only with sorrow. The male god image I worked so hard to build… will my fans all leave? What if I have no work in the future? How will I pay the mortgage? How will I fund my sister’s studies abroad? And she’s studying chemistry, which burns through money…

Qi Liao bent down and picked the beautiful youth up from the ground.

Mu Chi: “?!!”

Qi Liao held him openly and naturally, walking back, his voice a deep vibration against Mu Chi’s ear. “If you’re tired, sleep. If you’re hungry, eat. If you’re thirsty, drink. If you want to rest, relax. It’s nothing serious. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up.”

Mu Chi still kept his face stiff. “Put me down.”

“No.” Qi Liao looked down at him. “I’m going to hold you for a lifetime.”

“…”

The most simple, heartfelt love words in the world are nothing more than this.