TYMRHBDES Chapter 150

Jiang Luoluo’s face flushed crimson.

He felt like a public flasher from a news report.

Seeing that Pei Yu had noticed, he hastily pulled up his pants, muttering in a small voice, “I’m a boy… you saw it.”

Pei Yu’s pupils widened in shock, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his gaze shifted to Jiang Luoluo’s face.

Still clinging to a sliver of hope, he asked, “Is it… fake?”

Jiang Luoluo was on the verge of tears from embarrassment. He stammered, “W-why don’t you… touch it?”

Pei Yu hated men so much, he definitely wouldn’t touch it…

Before his wishful thinking could finish, a firm grip tightened around his waist, and Pei Yu yanked him closer.

A large hand slid down their pressed-together abdomens.

The slightly cool touch of Pei Yu’s fingers brushed against him, and he even gave it a squeeze.

Jiang Luoluo’s scalp tingled with numbness.

As expected, the hand recoiled swiftly, followed by a muffled curse.

Pei Yu was stunned.

He’d been completely wrong!

His little fiancée had really turned into a man!

Fuck!

He actually had one!

But he was straight!

Jiang Luoluo kept glancing at the door, calculating whether he could escape if Pei Yu tried to beat him up.

But the punch he’d been dreading never came.

After a long moment, Pei Yu pushed open the bathroom door, turning back to call out, “Let’s go.”

The person behind him tilted their small face upward, expression blank and a little cute.

Pei Yu stood tall, hands in his pockets, a complex expression on his handsome face.

“What’s with that look? I told you to leave, so leave.”

“I’m a straight guy. What could I possibly do to you?”

Jiang Luoluo murmured an “Oh,” trailing behind him like a dutiful wife.

As they stepped into the corridor, Zhang Hao was waiting there. He greeted Pei Yu with a “Brother Pei” and then turned to Jiang Luoluo.

“I saw your livestream clip, Xiao Jiang! You’re even prettier in person than on video!”

“Isn’t it fate? I’m not trying to hit on you, but you really do look familiar, ha ha ha!”

Zhang Hao reached out to pat Jiang Luoluo’s shoulder, acting like they were old friends.

But before his hand could touch him, Pei Yu blocked it completely.

Zhang Hao turned to see Brother Pei glaring at him with a hostile expression.

Awkwardly withdrawing his hand, Zhang Hao pretended to pat his own arm instead.

In the blink of an eye, the poor little streamer was whisked away by Brother Pei.

*I wonder if he’ll get beaten up, * Zhang Hao thought. * Poor guy !*

***

Feeling sorry for Jiang Luoluo, Zhang Hao watched as Pei Yu dragged her into the car.

Without waiting for Zhang Hao, Pei Yu started the engine and drove her straight home.

In the living room, Jiang Luoluo sat on the sofa like a prisoner under interrogation, looking pitiful as she weakly protested:

“I really don’t know what you mean by ‘little fox spirit’…”

“We’ve only just met…”

Pei Yu twisted open a bottle of water, took a sip, and sneered:

“Jiang Luoluo, you know what I do. You shouldn’t lie to me.”

“Do you think all those years of acting were for nothing?”

Jiang Luoluo rested his hands on his knees, gazing at Pei Yu with pleading eyes.

Assuming he was thirsty, Pei Yu casually grabbed a bottle of water, twisted it open, and offered it to him.

The person on the sofa shook his head, wrinkling his nose in disdain. “I don’t want you to open it. Your hands are dirty.”

Realizing what his hands had been touching, Pei Yu fell silent.

Jiang Luoluo bit hus lip, grabbed an unopened bottle, twisted it open himself, and took a drink.

Watching his disdainful expression, Pei Yu let out another cold laugh, his anger rising.

Jiang Luoluo drank his water nervously.

* It’s over.*

*I think I’ve driven Pei Yu completely mad.*

He cautiously glanced up at him, only to find him staring back.

Pei Yu’s handsome face was clouded with anger, his brow furrowed as if wrestling with an unbearable dilemma.

Jiang Luoluo, cradling his cup, took a sip and asked, “Pei Yu, do you want to date me?”

Pei Yu instinctively retorted, “Who would want to date you? Don’t you know I hate gays?”

The person on the sofa let out a small “oh.”

Rejected by Pei Yu, he showed no anger, even seeming relieved. “Then can I leave now?” he asked, slowly rising to his feet.

Seeing Pei Yu’s lack of reaction, Jiang Luoluo set down his water bottle and quietly slipped toward the door.

He had barely taken two steps when his wrist was seized.

The voice behind him was icy, each word clipped through gritted teeth: “Jiang Luoluo, did I say you could leave? Is this how you think you can get away with deceiving my feelings?”

Jiang Luoluo lowered his head guiltily, staring at his white sneakers. He stubbornly insisted, “What ‘deceiving your feelings’? We just met for the first time. How could I have deceived your feelings?”

The hand gripping his wrist tightened slowly, Pei Yu’s voice sounding as if it were being forced from his throat: “Who was hiding behind the curtains, cooing in a girlish voice that they were a girl?”

Pei Yu’s breath ghosted across the crown of Jiang Luoluo’s head, making his shoulders tremble with guilt.

But he refused to back down. After all, he knew Pei Yu well enough.

Jiang Luoluo turned around, tilted his small face upward, and said softly, “Pei Yu, do you like me? Is that why you made up this story to keep me here?”

He reached out and hooked his finger around Pei Yu’s collar. “Since you’re so handsome, if Teacher Pei were to pursue me, I might actually consider being your boyfriend~”

Pei Yu loathed homosexuality. This act would surely disgust him.

After speaking, Jiang Luoluo deliberately teased him, his fingertip brushing against Pei Yu’s Adam’s apple.

Pei Yu’s gaze fell on his parting lips.

Petal-like, full, and a watery red, his lips had a slightly upturned pout, giving them a delicate appearance.

When he spoke, a small gap would appear between his lips, revealing the tip of his pink tongue.

Pei Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

His deep, phoenix-shaped eyes lingered on his lips for a long moment before finally shifting away.

The person before him still tilted his beautiful face upward, his thick lashes fluttering twice. His round, almond-shaped eyes sparkled brightly, as if waiting for him to reject him.

He still wore that innocent, naive expression, his emotions plain on his face—the same clueless little fool he’d always known.

* How could I have been so blinded by lust these past few days to be fooled by this utterly clueless little idiot?*

Jiang Luoluo wrinkled his nose in displeasure. “If you’re not going to pursue me, why won’t you let me leave?”

“I’m really busy, Pei Yu. I have a livestream tonight~”

He mumbled softly, “If you don’t let me go, I’ll have to stay up all night for my stream.”

Hearing the word “livestream,” Pei Yu’s refined and handsome face darkened further.

“Look at the kind of people in your livestream chat!”

“You’re not allowed to stream anymore.”

Jiang Luoluo’s tender, dumpling-like cheeks puffed up, his soft voice filled with dissatisfaction.

“Why are you bossing me around, Pei Yu? You’re not even my husband!”

“How am I not?”

Bringing up that topic only reignited Pei Yu’s anger.

“If you hadn’t run away, wouldn’t I have almost married you?”

Jiang Luoluo tilted his head, completely ignoring his point.

“So, do you still want to marry me, Pei Yu?”

“Have you finally accepted that you like men?”

Before Pei Yu could answer, Zhang Hao burst through the door with a loud * bang *, shouting:

“Who?”

“Who likes men?”

Pei Yu: “……”

Seeing Pei Yu’s cold expression, as if someone owed him eight million yuan, Jiang Luoluo muttered softly, “I want to go home.”

Zhang Hao, ever eager to please, rushed over, thinking he was being helpful by solving “Brother Pei’s problem.”

“Going home, Little Jiang? I’ll take you!” he said, reaching for Jiang Luoluo’s arm.

But before his hand could touch her, Pei Yu blocked him.

Zhang Hao stared in bewilderment.

Film Emperor Pei, known as “the most homophobic straight man in the entertainment industry,” was gripping the streamer’s wrist, his head bowed as he gazed at her face.

His lips, thin and aloof, softened unconsciously as he said, “I’ll take you home.”

Only after Pei Yu led the streamer out the door did Zhang Hao turn around, muttering to himself in a daze, “Doesn’t he hate men?”

***

An electric blue Ferrari parked in front of an unremarkable residential building, instantly drawing the attention of evening strollers.

In the passenger seat, Jiang Luoluo smoothed his seatbelt and tilted her head at Pei Yu.

“Thank you for driving me home, Teacher Pei,” he said. “I’ll be going now~”

Jiang Luoluo opened the car door, and a similar sound came from the other side. He turned to see Pei Yu getting out as well.

The headlights flashed twice as Pei Yu tossed his keys into his pocket and nodded forward.

“Lead the way.”

“Lead the way?” Jiang Luoluo repeated. “Where are we going?”

Pei Yu tucked one hand into his pocket, lowered his head, and glanced at him through half-lidded phoenix eyes.

“Now that I’ve brought you all the way here, aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Five minutes later, as Jiang Luoluo unlocked the door, Pei Yu ducked his head slightly and stepped inside.

The original owner of the apartment had been a streamer, leaving the place cluttered with gaudy decorations. Even after Jiang Luoluo’s hasty cleanup the previous day, the apartment remained far from tidy, with only the living room looking somewhat presentable.

Pei Yu settled onto the sofa, his gaze drifting to the cups on the coffee table. Suddenly, images from the livestream flashed through his mind.

“You make drinks? Aren’t you going to offer me one?”

Jiang Luoluo went to the kitchen and soon returned with a glass of mango sago.

Pei Yu took the glass and swirled it in his palm.

His slender, well-defined fingers wrapped around the glass, and his expensive wristwatch shimmered under the light.

With a flick of his wrist, he brought the glass to his lips and took a small sip.

Pei Yu rose and paced the living room, his gaze settling on the small room opposite the bedroom. His cool, deep voice asked, “Is that where you stream?”

Jiang Luoluo nodded, puzzled.

His long legs, clad in dark bespoke trousers, carried him across the room as he pushed open the door.

The room was small but cluttered.

At first glance, it was filled with a dazzling array of colorful items.

Pei Yu’s gaze slid past the phone stand and ring light, and he tilted his head, noticing a half-open storage box.

Just as he was about to approach it, Jiang Luoluo materialized out of nowhere, blocking his path and pushing him toward the exit.

“You’ve seen enough, Pei Yu. Shouldn’t you be leaving now~?”