Chapter 350: The Twenty-ninth Day in the Entertainment World

Chapter 350: Day 29 in the Entertainment World

After making this move, Yu Ziyun didn't pull back, but instead closed in half a step.

The distance between them had shrunk to the point where they could clearly feel the heat radiating from each other's bodies, their breaths nearly mingling.

He stared at An Yi's lips, right there in front of him, and lowered his voice to an extreme hush, with a hoarse, satisfied sigh of someone who had just finished some secret tasting: "Sorry," he said.

An Yi: "..."

Freak.

An Yi blinked, his long lashes casting trembling shadows under his eyes.

He didn't speak immediately, only tilted his head slightly—a motion that made his damp hair tips brush against Yu Ziyun's chest, so close it sent a faint, cool tickle through the fabric.

He seemed to genuinely be processing everything that had just happened, then, in a calm tone, he said softly: "You freak."

Yu Ziyun's heart lurched again at the insult, a surge of indescribable excitement and even fiercer agitation flooding through him.

He let out a low laugh, muffled in his chest, with a gravelly texture: "Yes, I'm sorry."

He admitted it outright—the coolness had long since been devoured by the heat of his mouth, leaving only the more alluring imprint of An Yi's scent.

He lowered his head slightly, the tip of his high-bridged nose nearly brushing An Yi's damp bangs, scorching breath spilling onto An Yi's smooth forehead and damp hair.

"An Yi... An Yi..." He called his name, voice raspy, carrying a restraint barely held in check at the last moment: "Tomorrow... what will you choose?"

An Yi looked up at him, his back lightly pressed against the now-closed door, with nowhere left to go.

He seemed to genuinely consider the question, those hazy, tear-filled eyes reflecting Yu Ziyun's tense, expectant face.

Then, he slowly shook his head, his soft, damp hair swaying with the movement.

He didn't answer directly, but instead gazed at Yu Ziyun with those clear, fathomless eyes and asked in return: "What will you choose?"

Yu Ziyun's eyes darkened, but he wasn't discouraged. He answered almost without hesitation: "I choose you. An Yi."

He paused, then repeated: "I'll only choose you."

An Yi listened quietly, then let out a soft laugh: "Oh."

Yu Ziyun's heart skipped a beat at that soft laugh. He raised his hand, and this time, his fingertips finally brushed gently across An Yi's still-damp, cool hair ends.

"It's fine," he murmured, voice hoarse, as if speaking to the young man in front of him, but more like he was convincing himself: "No matter what you choose..."

He trailed off.

If An Yi chose no one, he would never give up—he'd keep pursuing until he was the only one left by An Yi's side.

If An Yi chose... someone else, then he'd become the most unscrupulous, most patient homewrecker, always finding a way to steal him away.

Yu Ziyun's logic was simple and direct, his goal crystal clear, and he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

Morality? Rules? Once he'd set his heart on An Yi, those were all negotiable.

If An Yi chose him...

At that very moment.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

A knock sounded at the door again.

This time, it was more urgent and louder than Yu Ziyun's earlier one.

Then, Miao Bin's familiar voice came from outside: "Xiao Yi? Are you asleep?"

A flash of almost savage irritation at being interrupted crossed Yu Ziyun's face, suppressed with astonishing self-control, returning to his usual cold composure.

The fingers stroking An Yi's hair paused slightly, then tightened almost imperceptibly.

He turned his head toward the door, his gaze sharp, nearly piercing through the thick wooden door to strike dead the oblivious intruder outside.

An Yi also looked toward the door and let out a barely audible sigh, so light it might have been an illusion.

He made a "hold on" gesture to Yu Ziyun, then turned and walked toward the door.

Yu Ziyun stood in place, watching An Yi's retreating back.

His silhouette looked slender yet upright under the warm yellow light, the nape of his neck, with damp hair clinging to it, elegant and fragile.

He listened to the "click" of An Yi unlocking the door, the slight creak of the hinges as the door was pulled open a crack, and then Miao Bin's voice from outside:

"Xiao Yi, you're still awake? Am I disturbing you? I just wanted to..."

Yu Ziyun's icy gaze swept over An Yi's slender shoulder, colliding with Miao Bin's suddenly frozen, wide-eyed, incredulous stare.

An Yi stood inside, having opened the door only about a third of the way, his body blocking most of the view inside.

But Yu Ziyun's tall, imposing figure with an undeniable presence, along with the undisguised coldness and possessiveness on his face, was caught in a single glance by Miao Bin.

The smile on Miao Bin's face vanished the instant he saw the scene inside.

He looked at An Yi, who was only in loungewear with slightly damp hair, clearly just showered, then at Yu Ziyun behind him, wearing pajamas with a hostile look—his mind instantly went blank, then flooded with a fierce wave of anger and bitterness at having been beaten to the punch.

Damn! This bastard! Clinging to Xiao Yi again! So late at night, still in his room! What does he want?! Shameless!

Silent curses churned in Miao Bin's mind, but he still forced a smile onto his face.

"Lawyer Yu... you're here too," he heard his own voice, dry and strained, say.

And inside the room, under the warm yellow glow, Yu Ziyun slowly curved his lips into a provocative smirk, silently staking his claim for Miao Bin outside the door.

An Yi: "..."

They're not about to start fighting again, are they?

An Yi blinked, and that thought vanished.

He simply and decisively kicked Yu Ziyun out as well.

Then he closed the door, cutting off the view of the two men outside.

Yu Ziyun looked down at Miao Bin from his height, said nothing, and turned to walk away.

Miao Bin: "...Damn!!"

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The final confession night of this season of "Love Relativity" came to an end in a way that was both unexpected and seemingly inevitable, amid unprecedented public attention and a storm of public opinion.

When An Yi stood beneath the starry light canopy of confession night, facing the camera and all the guests, choosing Yu Ziyun in his usual calm, gentle voice, the live stream's chat went dead silent for a split second—then completely blew up.

Live chat:

"!!! My ship is real! It's official!"

"Ahhhhh they're actually together! They paired up!"

"Chinese entertainment... actually has a dating show where two guys end up together?! This is history in the making!"

"Is this staged? For the drama? No way, this is fake!"

"Staged? Look at Lawyer Yu's eyes! He's about to eat An Yi alive! Does that look scripted?!"

"An Yi's smile is so gentle..."

"Miao Bin... ugh, poor Miao, that's rough. He looks totally crushed."

"So Bingxuan didn't get picked? Called it."

"Bo Yangxia and Hao Yangyang paired up! Congrats!"

"So we got two couples in the end? One straight, one gay? This show is insane!"

"Director, you win! This season's legendary!"

"..."