The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Blending Into One

【Tonight is the night the Fire and Water CP truly… blend fire and water!】

【Their wedding night!】

【Let me see, let me see!】

【Director, I’m here to give you money! I hope you hold firm tonight!】

【If I can’t see them going at it hammer and tongs tonight, I’m going to poke the director’s ass until it explodes】

【The aphrodisiac came well, came wonderfully】

【I want to pay to watch! Director, you know what I mean!】

【He really went to the Big Devil’s room, hehe】

【Camera crew, hold steady!】

【Don’t stop the livestream! DON’T!!!】

At 10 p.m. that night, as Qi Liao carried Mu Chi into his own cabin and kicked the door shut with a foot-powered ‘thud’, You Also Have This Day concluded its live broadcast.

Netizens: F***!!!!

The official Weibo account of You Also Have This Day  was flooded. Why did a paid dating show not have an S-VIP tier? They wanted to see the steamy content.

The official Weibo played dead all night. The program team’s accounts on various platforms were also overloaded, getting cursed onto the trending lists.

In the temporary broadcast room on the cruise ship, the director took a deep drag from his cigarette. Young people these days truly enjoy watching a fire from across the river, without fearing the consequences. If he actually filmed any explicit scenes, his show would be shut down by tomorrow morning, and even the streaming platform Video would face investigations.

Besides, this was the Qi family’s ship. Even if he wanted to act recklessly, he wouldn’t dare.

The director looked up and sighed deeply: “I’m having a really hard time.”

The program team staff whispered amongst themselves, buzzing with excitement. Some even discussed going to eavesdrop.

Director: “…” Truly, eating melons is human nature.

At this hour, aside from those who enjoyed nightlife, the show’s guests had all returned to their respective quarters. For instance, Xu Wuxing was already sleeping soundly like a pig.

Inside the luxurious twentieth-floor suite, the lighting was dim, the atmosphere thick with unspoken desire.

The bathroom was filled with steam, two blurred figures visible behind the semi-frosted glass door. A tall figure supported a slightly slimmer one, both leaning against the wall under the showerhead, arms wrapped around each other’s necks.

Water cascaded down like a torrential rain, drenching their hair and faces. Not even bothering to remove their soaked clothes, their lips met in a desperate kiss.

His voice sweet and slurred from the aphrodisiac, Mu Chi pleaded: “Gege… help me… I feel so unwell…”

Qi Liao kissed him with a fierce intensity, his large hands gripping the young man who felt softer than dough. The wet clothes were difficult to remove, so he simply tore the shirt open, buttons popping off to reveal a pale, sleek chest dusted with lean muscle.

The shower water was warm, their bodies were feverish—it provided no relief. Mu Chi whimpered in discomfort, his back sliding down the slick, cold tile wall.

Qi Liao gripped his narrow, slender waist, bracing a knee against the wall, trapping Mu Chi between the cold surface and his own body, leaving barely ten centimeters of space.

Perched on Qi Liao’s thigh, Mu Chi tilted his head back. Water droplets splashed across his face, looking for a moment like tears.

Qi Liao lowered his head, kissing the moisture from Mu Chi’s eyelashes, his voice a low murmur: “Don’t be afraid.”

Mu Chi remained limp, yet his internal organs felt as if they were on fire. Only Qi Liao’s lips offered a slight coolness; everywhere else burned. Mu Chi was on the verge of tears: “It’s so hot.”

Qi Liao scooped him up with one arm while the other hand fumbled for the bathtub faucet.

Amid the rushing sound of water, Mu Chi was placed sitting on the edge of the bathtub, where they kissed.

As the bathwater swirled, their lips and teeth tangled together. Saliva, too swift to swallow, trailed from the corners of their mouths. Qi Liao captured Mu Chi’s muffled whimpers, swallowing them deep within his throat.

When they finally parted, Mu Chi could only gasp for air, unable to form a single word. His peach-blossom eyes were glistening with tears, brighter than the stars in the sky.

The bathtub water overflowed, and Qi Liao reached out to turn off the faucet.

Having sat on the hard bathtub edge for so long, Mu Chi frowned slightly. “My butt hurts.”

Qi Liao laughed and picked him up. “Let me rub it for you.”

Mu Chi wrapped his arms around Qi Liao’s neck, his dark, liquid eyes holding three parts confusion and seven parts affection. “If it’s you… I’m willing.”

Qi Liao’s movements paused. He gave Mu Chi’s backside a light slap. “Say that again when you’re sober.”

“But I am sober…” Even though his mind felt like a bowl of congee, his feelings for Qi Liao had never changed. To prove this, he kissed Qi Liao’s lips again, clumsily parting them to capture the other’s tongue.

A sense of weightlessness sent Mu Chi tumbling into the cool water. The bathwater spread across the floor, rushing noisily down the drain.

If the cabin below happened to be directly underneath the bathroom, they’d surely think the pipes upstairs had burst.

The water closed over Mu Chi’s face, then Qi Liao’s. They kissed beneath the surface—a kiss edged with near-asphyxiation, making them feel as if they were the only two people in the world.

The light refracted underwater. Qi Liao opened his eyes beneath the surface, seeing the beautiful youth’s face like a piece of warm, smooth mutton-fat jade, pure and unblemished, save for a flash of red at the corners of his eyes that added a startling allure.

He lifted his treasure out of the water. From the strands of his hair to the tips of his toes, everything gleamed with a radiance he adored.

Mu Chi gasped for air, his wet eyelashes distinct and separated, his pupils dark like ink-stained gemstones, his thin lips slightly swollen and crimson from the kissing.

“Gege…”

Qi Liao removed his shirt, brushed away a droplet of water—or perhaps a tear—from the corner of his eye, and leaned in closer. “It’s alright. Close your eyes. Let me help you.”

So Mu Chi closed his eyes, like a celestial crane offering its neck for sacrifice, his long, pale neck exposed and soon nipped.

Fair skin indeed marks easily. With just a gentle bite from Qi Liao, a ‘strawberry’ was planted on Mu Chi’s neck.

And so it was elsewhere too.

Mu Chi trembled slightly. Qi Liao chuckled softly and began to tell him a story—

“Once upon a time, there was a celestial mountain, perpetually covered in pure, untarnished snow. On this mountain was a treasure cave, filled with countless gold, silver, and jewels. But the cave entrance was guarded by a celestial attendant, and the path up the mountain was protected by an invisible barrier, making it impossible for ordinary people to approach.

Later, a wild beast found this celestial mountain. Starting from the mountain’s base, it began diligently planting ‘strawberries’, toiling tirelessly day and night. It continued all the way to the mountainside, right up to the celestial attendant.

The attendant, having guarded the treasure cave in solitude for many years, was deeply moved by the beast’s actions. With a wave of his hand, he bestowed sweet rain, causing the mountain’s snow to melt, replaced by the vibrant light of spring.

The celestial attendant pointed to the treasure cave and said to the beast, ‘Go inside. All the countless treasures within are yours.'”

But the beast said, “The celestial one has not yet awakened. To rashly plunder the treasures would be unworthy of a gentleman.”

The celestial attendant then asked, “Then why have you come to this mountain? Your very presence here means my celestial master welcomes you.”

The beast replied, “I came only to glimpse the spring light. These ‘strawberries’ are a gift I offer to the celestial one. Please accept them.”

The attendant accepted the ‘strawberries’ on behalf of his master, moved to tears. “You should still go inside and see.”

The beast pondered for a moment, then took the attendant’s hand and said, “Then I shall only reach in one hand, as a greeting to the celestial one. When the ‘strawberries’ wither next year, I will surely return to plant more for him to enjoy.”

So the beast stood at the treasure cave’s entrance, not venturing further inside. It merely looked, and with its hand, gently touched the precious jewels upon the cave walls, secretly resolving that upon its next visit to the celestial mountain, it would carefully appreciate all the treasures within the cave.

However, on its way back, the beast found a pair of pink pearls. The pearls exuded a sweet fragrance, like celestial nectar. The beast placed them in its mouth, sucking them repeatedly, and indeed tasted a sweet flavor.

By the time this story was finished, a full hour had passed. Mu Chi had grown tired from listening, hanging limply against Qi Liao, his arms weakly entwined around Qi Liao’s neck and shoulders. A lazy languor had settled over him, the earlier urgency gone.

But his gaze remained fervent as he nuzzled Qi Liao’s cheek intimately. “Gege, let me help you, too.”

Qi Liao supported his flawlessly smooth back, its texture finer than silk. “You should sleep.”

Though his body was weary, Mu Chi’s heart resisted simply sleeping. “We should help each other.”

“There is no ‘should’ or ‘should not’, only ‘want’ and ‘do not want’,” Qi Liao said, brushing the clothes off the edge of the tub and lifting Mu Chi out. “The water has grown cold. We can continue another time.”

Mu Chi rested against his chest, rubbing his cheek against the firm pectoral muscles like a young animal, shaking water droplets everywhere.

Qi Liao placed him on the bed and used the quilt directly as a towel, wrapping Mu Chi up and rubbing him dry.

Mu Chi let himself be tended to like a baby, a pair of pale feet poking out from the other end of the quilt, toes deliberately wiggling.

Qi Liao caught his feet. “Let me count… one, two, three, four… ten. Not a single toe is missing.”

Mu Chi laughed, unable to stop, and just like that, fell asleep.

Qi Liao: “?”

He walked to the head of the bed, looking down at the young man sleeping with such delicate sweetness. He tapped the tip of Mu Chi’s nose. “No one falls asleep faster than you.”

Afterwards, Qi Liao went to the bathroom to ‘take care of himself’, then returned to change Mu Chi into pajamas. He draped a thin blanket over him, pulled the warm, drowsy figure into his arms, and, soothed by the ship’s almost imperceptible rocking, they both drifted into peaceful sleep.

Qi Liao’s final thought before sleep claimed him was that even if the world were ending right now, dying together with Mu Chi would be a form of happiness.

The night passed without dreams.

Qi Liao’s internal clock woke him first. He checked Mu Chi’s forehead for fever, and finding none, went to freshen up. Then he returned to bed, striking the most perfect pose, waiting for his lover to wake up.

Throughout this time, Qi Liao watched Mu Chi, unable to get his fill. He traced the contours of Mu Chi’s face with his fingers—the curve of his cheek, the line of his brow, the tip of his nose, the softness of his lips. He lifted the thin blanket, his gaze wandering over Mu Chi’s shoulders, neck, collarbones, narrow waist, shapely backside, long legs, and even those feet.

Qi Liao confirmed it: every single inch of Mu Chi was crafted according to his exact preferences, a perfect lover bestowed upon him by the heavens. Even if there were one or two minor flaws, they only existed to add a little spice.

It wasn’t until 9 a.m. that Mu Chi finally slept his fill. He opened his eyes to the sight of Qi Liao’s handsome, close-up face. In a daze, he puckered his lips. “Gege, kiss…”

Qi Liao kissed his mouth. “If you want to sleep more, I can ask for time off for you.”

“What time is it?”

“Nine.”

“!” Mu Chi was fully awake now. “Didn’t we miss breakfast time?”

Qi Liao laughed. “There’s breakfast for you.”

“I mean, has the dating show started broadcasting?”

“Naturally. We’re not the only guests. They came looking for you here. I told them you were still sleeping.”

“…” Mu Chi, mortified, grabbed the thin blanket and pulled it over his face. “I can’t show my face anymore.”

Qi Liao pulled him up. “It’s not the first time you’ve slept here. What are you afraid of? At worst, we’ll just make it official.”

Mu Chi thought about it and realized it was true. He and Qi Liao were only one formal announcement away from being public. “But the show still has half a month left…”

“Didn’t most couples on previous seasons go public in the last half-month? The timing is perfect for us.”

Mu Chi had a sudden realization. “You’re right. I forgot about that.”

Qi Liao flicked his forehead gently with a knuckle. “Your brain’s just been repaired, so I’ll remember for you.”

Mu Chi flushed. “My clothes…”

“Xiao Tian delivered them.” Qi Liao pointed to the neat stack of white shirts and trousers at the foot of the bed.

By the time Mu Chi, dragging his feet, had finished washing up and getting ready, it was already 10 a.m. He opened the door like a thief, checking that the hallway was empty before whispering, “Gege, come on out.”

Qi Liao teased him: “We’re not having a secret affair, we’re openly in heat.”

“…” Mu Chi suddenly declared, “I demand an explanation for this!”

Qi Liao nodded. “Let’s go find Big brother first.”

As the head of the Qi family, wherever the Qi family’s enterprises were, Qi Yuan always secured the best position for himself. This included on the cruise ship, where his room was so outrageously large it could incite public fury.

After entering, Mu Chi actually spent two minutes searching before finally locating Qi Yuan amidst a “tropical rainforest.”

This rainforest was a landscape feature built on the balcony, lush with trees, birdsong, and the scent of flowers. Lying here gazing at the ocean was a uniquely unparalleled enjoyment.

“Big brother, are you alright?” Qi Liao asked.

Qi Yuan, lying on a bamboo lounger, didn’t respond. A laptop rested on his knees, making it look like he’d fallen asleep while working.

It wasn’t until Mu Chi walked closer to this esteemed older brother that he noticed the several fever-cooling patches stuck to the other’s normally handsome and imposing face, giving him a somewhat comical appearance.

Qi Liao reached out a finger to check his older brother’s breathing.

“Not dead.” Qi Yuan’s voice was hoarse as he spoke, opening his eyes wearily.

Mu Chi felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. “Big brother, you… you were…”

Qi Yuan: “What?”

Qi Liao asked: “How did you end up in this state?”

Qi Yuan: “I took a bath last night with added ice and soaked for two hours. Of course I’m half-dead.” As he spoke, he looked at Mu Chi. “You, however, seem lively and full of energy.”

Mu Chi felt apologetic for his earlier, absurd momentary thought. Seeing the teasing in Qi Yuan’s eyes looking back at him now, he grew deeply embarrassed. At this point, anyone could guess what had happened between him and Qi Liao last night…

“Why bring him into it? He wasn’t the mastermind behind this,” Qi Liao said.

Qi Yuan exhaled a deep, scorching breath, his body exuding an icy, overbearing aura: “Correct. The true culprits are that blond guy and his bunch of friends. To actually bring that kind of drug onto the ship… I will definitely find out who did it.”

Qi Liao: “It’s possible someone on the ship’s crew was in cahoots with them. Otherwise, how could the drugging have gone so smoothly?”

“Exactly. Toss them all into the sea to feed the sharks! Cough, cough, cough!”

The mighty head of the Qi family, a decisive and powerful figure—a true overbearing CEO —reduced to such a state. How pitiful. Thinking this, Mu Chi laughed out loud.

Qi Yuan: “???”

Mu Chi: “Don’t mind me, big brother. I just found it somewhat funny to see someone worse off than me.”

Qi Yuan: “You… get lost.”