TYMRHBDES Chapter 152

The screen buzzed with lively discussion.

That deep, magnetic voice sounded again: “You’re not staying here anymore. Come home with me.”

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— “!!!!!”

— “?????”

— “Wait, what?! Whose runaway little darling is this?!”

Before the discussion could reach any conclusion, Jiang Luoluo abruptly ended the live stream with a *snap*.

He returned to the living room with his phone. Pei Yu sat on the sofa with imposing presence, his legs crossed and eyes half-lidded as he gazed down at the person on the floor.

The light glinted off Pei Yu’s ear piercing, adding a touch of sinister ruthlessness to his sharp, cold profile.

He stared at the person on the floor, his anger still simmering, as if ready to deliver another beating.

Fearing Pei Yu might actually beat the man to death, Jiang Luoluo hurriedly called the police.

After the police took the man away and completed their investigation, Pei Yu grabbed Jiang Luoluo’s arm and pulled him into his car.

His profile remained cold, yet his voice carried concern.

“No more live streams. You don’t even realize you’re exposing your location.”

Jiang Luoluo protested softly, “I’ll be more careful next time…”

As the car drove in the opposite direction, Jiang Luoluo pressed his face against the window, puzzled. “Huh?”

“Didn’t we agree to go to my place?”

Jiang Luoluo turned to Pei Yu, his face blank with confusion. “When did we agree on this?”

* And Pei Yu wants me to stay at his place?*

*I’m gay!*

*Doesn’t he hate men?*

Jiang Luoluo couldn’t get a straight answer from Pei Yu even after he opened the door to his apartment. Every time he asked, he would fall silent, his dark eyes fixed on him with an unsettling intensity—almost… resentful?

Jiang Luoluo: *???*

* Why is he blaming me?*

As soon as they entered Pei Yu’s home, before he could even ask where he’d be staying, he dragged him to the bathroom.

Pei Yu, who had always claimed to despise men, washed his face with a heavy gaze, scrubbing repeatedly as if it were covered in something filthy.

Jiang Luoluo’s face felt numb from the scrubbing.

As his large, wet palm swept across his face, he opened his eyes. His water-soaked lashes clung damply to his eyelids, giving him a vulnerable, helpless look.

In a soft, almost pleading tone, he whined, “Are you done yet…?”

Pei Yu’s movements paused. His deep, dark eyes lingered on his face before slowly shifting to his soft lips.

In a hoarse voice, he said, “Open your mouth. I need to check something.”

His eyes widened with curiosity, the water droplets still clinging to his face. “Check what?”

“Didn’t you bite someone? Let me check if your teeth got dirty.”

Jiang Luoluo blinked, but before he could react, a hand pinched both his cheeks.

His half-open mouth was squeezed into a round “o” shape, his glistening lips looking pitifully vulnerable.

Two fingers probed inside his mouth, stirring around with mock seriousness.

Jiang Luoluo let out a small whimper, feeling even more confused.

After a long moment, Pei Yu withdrew his fingers and handed Jiang Luoluo a cup of water to rinse his mouth.

He then meticulously wiped his slender fingers with a tissue, as if cleaning them thoroughly.

“Don’t bite anyone else again,” Pei Yu said in a low voice.

Jiang Luoluo found his words strange. He spat out the water and tilted his head back to ask, “Then who should I bite? You?”

Pei Yu paused in his wiping motion, then gave a vague acknowledgment.

“If I’m cleaner, you can bite me whenever you want.”

Jiang Luoluo stared blankly, his snow-white face tilted upward. “But Pei Yu, don’t you hate gays?”

Pei Yu seemed taken aback by the question. He lifted his eyelids, his cold, dark gaze fixed on the small figure reflected in the mirror.

“After all, we used to be so close. Isn’t it normal for me to take care of you a little now?”

**Affection +5**

Pei Yu chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in the curve of his lips. “Jiang Luoluo, you’re not conceited enough to think I’m treating you this way because I like you, are you?”

**Affection +5**

Jiang Luoluo: “……”

“…………”

Jiang Luoluo’s emotions were a tangled mess as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Against his better judgment, he managed a weak, “Ah…”

‘ The Emperor of Shadows’ acting is truly superb!’

If not for the affection points steadily increasing, he might have genuinely believed Pei Yu was mocking him.

The corners of Pei Yu’s lips lifted slightly as he patted Jiang Luoluo’s head. “Just relax and stay here.”

His voice, cool and deep, carried a slow, deliberate weight as he continued, “What could a straight man like me possibly do to you?”

***

The next morning, Jiang Luoluo woke up in the guest room.

He lay on the bed for a while, playing around, when he suddenly remembered that he had ended his stream abruptly the night before without explaining to his fans. He decided to log on.

A flood of messages poured in:

“Is Luoluo okay? Why did you suddenly end the stream?”

“Not a fan, but I want to know what happened yesterday. Was that man really our Brother Pei? If not, please clarify!”

“Using our Teacher Pei for clout? How disgusting!”

“🤮🤮🤮 Not even famous, but already clout-chasing!”

“Clout-chasing dogs deserve to die! /smirking emoji/smirking emoji”

“Must have cost a fortune to buy that trending topic! /cursing emoji”

***

Jiang Luoluo casually flipped through the comments, exited the live streaming app, and opened Weibo.

To his surprise, his name was indeed trending at number four, listed alongside Pei Yu’s.

Someone had clipped a video from the previous night, isolating Pei Yu’s two lines and comparing their audio track to Pei Yu’s previous voice acting recordings.

He clicked on the post, and the comments were a mixed bag:

— “ Everyone knows Teacher Pei is homophobic! At least do your research before trying to stir up drama!”

— “The fourth trending spot is an ad slot, you know. I wonder which little darling (big idiot) paid to get on it?”

— “Attention-seeking trash! Riding your mom’s coattails! Get lost!”

— “Can’t you focus on Teacher Pei’s actual work instead?”

— “ Is this a smear campaign by a rival? Does Teacher Pei even need promotion? He’s a double Golden Tiger and Hundred Flowers Film Emperor, the youngest Grand Slam Film Emperor, and the only domestic actor to win Best Actor at an A-list international film festival. Just mentioning a few of his achievements would crush his competitors!”

— “This streamer is so pretty, and he’s gay too! Could Pei Yu actually be gay?”

— “Gay my ass! If you can’t speak properly, shut up!”

— “ Fucking faggot! How could our Brother Pei even know this guy?!”

Lying on his bed, Jiang Luoluo wrinkled his nose and painstakingly typed out each character:

Thank you all for your concern. Yesterday’s incident has been resolved. It was an accident, and I had no intention of riding anyone’s coattails—

Before he could finish typing, a knock sounded at the door.

Jiang Luoluo slid off the bed, slipped on his slippers, and opened the door.

Pei Yu looked like he had just finished working out and showering. He wore a black athletic T-shirt, his wet hair styled back, his sharp, deep-set features framed by a casual, nonchalant expression.

“Let’s go eat,” he said.

Jiang Luoluo nodded and followed Pei Yu out.

After a few steps, Pei Yu suddenly stopped.

Jiang Luoluo, walking too close, couldn’t stop in time and bumped his head into his back.

He clutched his aching nose, tears welling up in his eyes. His voice, still soft from just waking up, was unusually tender:

“Pei Yu… why did you stop so suddenly?”

“You hurt me…”

Pei Yu turned around, his movements freezing at his words, his gaze deepening.

Why did those words sound so different coming from him?

A perfectly ordinary phrase, spoken in that soft, sweet, and clingy tone, carried an especially suggestive undertone.

It seemed more suited for… other settings.

Pei Yu lowered his gaze, his voice cold: “So distracted. What are you thinking about?”

Jiang Luoluo lowered his hand from his nose, a hint of melancholy in his voice. “I was wondering how to explain what happened last night.”

Pei Yu frowned, confused. “Explain what?”

“Brother Pei!!!”

Zhang Hao’s booming voice echoed from nearby, “Brother Pei, why the sudden change in taste? Ordering so much sweet stuff—”

“Holy shit!!!” Zhang Hao exclaimed in shock.

“What’s he doing here?!”

Zhang Hao stood frozen, one hand clutching bags of breakfast and the other gripping his car keys. He pointed a trembling finger at Jiang Luoluo, his voice cracking like a broken record:

“You two… are living together?!”

Pei Yu ignored him, his supermodel-long legs striding forward to take the breakfast from Zhang Hao’s hands. Without a glance, he headed toward the dining room, his voice light as a feather:

“Hurry up and come over.”

Jiang Luoluo chirped an “Oh,” politely thanked Zhang Hao with a sweet smile, and fluttered after Pei Yu like a little bird.

Zhang Hao stood rooted to the spot, reeling from the shock. After a moment to process, he scrambled to follow.

‘This is terrifying!’

‘This is terrifying!!’

‘It’s even more terrifying than when I first met Miss Pei Xi!!!’

‘What does Brother Pei mean by this?’

‘Didn’t he send him home last night?’

‘Why is that streamer still here?’

‘Could it be true what they’re saying online…?’

Our Brother Pei…’

‘ He’s been turned gay, hasn’t he?!’

At the dining table, the young streamer sat obediently in his cream-yellow pajamas, looking as pampered as a little emperor.

Meanwhile, Young Master Pei Yu, who usually wouldn’t lift a finger in the kitchen, was patiently and attentively serving the streamer, placing small dishes of food before him one by one.

‘ He’s practically a wife-slave waiting on his wife !’

Zhang Hao shuddered at his own thoughts, his gaze growing increasingly bewildered as he watched Pei Yu’s behavior.

‘Ever since Miss Pei Xi appeared, Brother Pei had been acting strangely.’

‘But Miss Pei Xi was a woman, after all. Brother Pei was known for his gentlemanly manners and his unwavering determination to marry her, so his attentiveness was understandable.’

‘But this streamer was a man!’

‘Why was Brother Pei acting like this?’

‘* Mutation * was a sci-fi film, not a supernatural one. It couldn’t be that he’d been possessed while filming, could it?!’

Jiang Luoluo picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling and popped it into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out as he chewed.

Pei Yu slid a bowl of white fungus soup toward him, his eyelids lifting slightly. “Tell me, why are you upset?”

Jiang Luoluo swallowed the food and tilted his snow-white, pretty face upward to complain:

“Pei Yu, your fans are insulting me.”