TYMRHBDES Chapter 168

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Following Jiang Wei’s exclamation, Zhou Jing turned to look at Pei Yu.

In that single glance, Zhou Jing’s usually impeccable composure cracked, the shock in his eyes impossible to conceal.

If Jiang Wei had already seemed exceptionally imposing among the men Zhou Jing had known throughout his life, Pei Yu was simply breathtaking!

It was obvious that throughout his school years, from elementary to university, Pei Yu must have effortlessly dominated all the male students.

Can it really be this long?

Jiang Wei immediately regretted his outburst, realizing he was overreacting.

But Pei Yu truly exceeded his wildest expectations.

Jiang Wei couldn’t help feeling a little embarrassed.

Especially after his “Holy shit!” Pei Yu had even smirked mockingly.

Throwing caution to the wind, Jiang Wei turned to Zhou Jing, finally finding some solace.

“Teacher Zhou, you’re quite delicate,” Jiang Wei remarked with ill intent.

Zhou Jing wasn’t exactly small, but compared to the two of them, he was clearly at a disadvantage in that department.

Zhou Jing’s face remained impassive, betraying no emotion beyond his usual composure. He glanced at Jiang Wei and said calmly, “Suitability is more important than size.”

Jiang Wei scoffed dismissively, clearly unconvinced.

Pei Yu, who had just won the men’s competition, felt as if he’d been struck by lightning upon hearing these words.

He was suddenly reminded of that disastrous night, and the sight of his Little Fox’s tear-stained, reddened eyes.

He cursed himself for being too big—he needed to trim it down!

Pei Yu’s expression darkened. He straightened his clothes and strode out of the restroom first.

Within minutes, the restroom was empty again.

Jiang Luoluo, who had been secretly hiding nearby, waited until all three men had left before patting his chest and slowly emerging.

Jiang Wei and Zhou Jing were fine; both were quite polite.

He was mainly avoiding Pei Yu.

Jiang Luoluo slipped into the restroom furtively, leaving the VJ Teacher outside. After muting his microphone, he entered alone.

While Jiang Luoluo was inside, the VJ Teacher grabbed a bottle of mineral water. Before he could twist the cap open, a gust of wind swept past, and a tall figure strode in.

He quickly greeted, “Hello, Teacher Pei!”

Pei Yu nodded and calmly walked inside, leaving the two VJ Teachers exchanging bewildered glances.

In the livestream, divided into four quadrants, two of the screens remained focused on the same bathroom door, while the chat exploded with comments:

“Damn! Pei Yu is such a dog! He actually came back!”

“Waaah! What if my precious, delicate wife is airing his bird right now?!”

“That Pei-dog is definitely pressuring my wife to choose him for tonight’s ‘bedtime service’! Wife, don’t give in! I still want to see the jock x soft beauty pairing!”

“No way! Brother Jing is way gentler. Wouldn’t it be better for our wife to have a tender first experience with him?”

“But when it comes to sexual tension and chemistry, no one can compare to Brother Pei! He dotes on Precious Luoluo so much!”

“Brother Pei carried boxes all morning without even a sore back or aching legs! His stamina is insane! He could keep going all night long!”

***

Inside the restroom, Jiang Luoluo had just finished pulling up his pants when he heard footsteps behind him.

Before he could turn around, a large hand settled on his lower back, and Pei Yu’s deep, sensual voice murmured:

“Need some help, baby?”

Jiang Luoluo’s cheeks flushed crimson as he hastily adjusted the drawstring of his pants, refusing in a small voice, “No way.”

Pei Yu pulled him closer, pressing Jiang Luoluo’s back flush against his chest.

Behind him, Jiang Luoluo felt Pei Yu’s broad, warm chest rising and falling with each breath, the solid pectoral muscles flexing against his back.

Pei Yu’s warm breath brushed like feathers against Jiang Luoluo’s slender nape as he whispered, “Why are you avoiding me?”

As the words faded, Pei Yu lowered his head and pressed a light kiss to Jiang Luoluo’s snow-white neck.

The blush on Jiang Luoluo’s cheeks spread down his neck as he stammered, his voice soft and flustered, “Who’s avoiding you…?”

“I’m not avoiding you at all…”

Pei Yu tightened his grip slightly, turning Jiang Luoluo around to face him. He was soon met with a delicate, pale pink face, flushed and bashful.

Lowering his head, Pei Yu pinned Jiang Luoluo’s small face between his long fingers, his thumb tracing across the petal-soft lips.

“What’s on your mind?”

The person before him blinked their watery eyes, like a cunning little fox, feigning ignorance:

“What do you mean, ‘what I’m thinking’?”

Pei Yu chuckled softly, pinching Jiang Luoluo’s chin and threatening:

“If you keep playing dumb, I can’t guarantee I won’t do something… excessive.”

Jiang Luoluo looked up at him, their soft, rosy lips pressed together, the pouty lower lip jutting out in a huff.

“Hmph!”

Pei Yu shook his head helplessly and leaned in to kiss those lips.

“Precious Luoluo, choose me.”

But his precious Louluo only pressed their lips together, refusing to speak.

Pei Yu cupped that snow-white, delicate face in his hands, his tall frame bending slightly. His phoenix eyes, dark as ink, crinkled with amusement as he coaxed gently:

“Will you choose me later, okay?”

Jiang Luoluo looked up at him with wide, round eyes, their pressed lips betraying displeasure at his words.

“I won’t!” they retorted stubbornly.

“Why would I choose you? You only threaten me.”

“You’re not even as good as Jiang Wei. Jiang Wei would never scare me. Teacher Zhou is so gentle; he’d never threaten me either.”

“Even Fang Yan wouldn’t threaten me!”

“Don’t think a bottle of soda can bribe me…”

As Jiang Luoluo spoke, an image flashed through their mind: Pei Yu’s face in the sweltering market—

His handsome face was drenched in sweat, his black hair soaked and every strand scorched by the blazing sun. Even the palms of his hands were burning hot.

At noon, Zhang Hao had quietly told Jiang Luoluo that Brother Pei had hauled twenty extra crates of heavy, fishy-smelling fish just to earn enough for a cold drink for him.

A gentle scratch, like a kitten’s paw against his heart. Jiang Luoluo’s nose stung, his voice growing softer and more guilty with each word:

“I wouldn’t choose you anyway…”

The last syllable trembled with the flutter of his thick eyelashes, utterly delicate.

Pei Yu’s heart melted. He longed to coax him in every way imaginable.

Cupping Jiang Luoluo’s small face, he gently pecked his lips.

“Your husband knows he was wrong,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. His usually aloof face softened with emotion as he pleaded, “Don’t choose them. Choose me.”

Hearing him call himself “husband,” Jiang Luoluo’s flushed cheeks burned hotter. He slowly refused, “You’re not my husband.”

After a moment, he asked softly, “Pei Yu, do you act like this with everyone?”

“Then you must have a whole warehouse full of wives by now, right?”

With Pei Yu’s face and his practiced charm, how could anyone resist him?

No wonder he was so smooth when coaxing Jiang Luoluo. He’d probably rehearsed this countless times over the past twenty-odd years…

Jiang Luoluo’s heart ached with jealousy, the more he thought about it, the more miserable he felt.

He reached out his small hand and tugged at Pei Yu’s fingers, unable to contain his jealousy.

Pei Yu’s hand was unexpectedly pulled down, and he instinctively drew Jiang Luoluo into his arms.

His Little Fox was small and delicate, soft and warm in his embrace, with an incredibly comforting feel.

“I’ve only ever said those words to you,” Pei Yu whispered into his ear, his arm circling his slender waist. “Little Fox is my only wife.”

Jiang Luoluo’s eyelashes fluttered rapidly, his heart pounding wildly, and his cheeks flushed even hotter.

Pei Yu lifted him onto the bathroom counter, positioning himself between his legs. He cupped the back of his neck with his broad palm and gently kissed his eyes.

“Whether you believe me or not, these are the first time I’ve ever said these words,” he murmured. “Not even during filming. But when I’m with you, they come naturally.”

“I’ve never used empty flattery with you. Every word I’ve spoken is true.”

“Jiang Luoluo, I’m going to marry you. I’ll make you my wife, cherish you, and protect you with all my heart.”

“You’ll be my only precious wife.”

His words were firm and heartfelt, ringing with conviction.

His warm breath brushed against Jiang Luoluo’s cheek, and his burning gaze enveloped him completely.

Even the palm resting on Jiang Luoluo’s lower back radiated heat, as if it would melt him.

Jiang Luoluo tilted his head to look up at Pei Yu, his flawlessly beautiful face framed by wide, round eyes filled with dazed, bashful surprise.

Pei Yu wants to marry me!

The corners of Jiang Luoluo’s lips curved upward, a sweet warmth spreading through his heart. He couldn’t help but want to widen his smile.

Afraid Pei Yu would tease him if he saw, Jiang Luoluo buried his face in the crook of Pei Yu’s neck, feigning indifference:

“Dream on.”

“I’d never marry you.”

But where Pei Yu couldn’t see, Jiang Luoluo’s eyes crinkled into crescents, sparkling with joy.

Pei Yu stroked his head with one hand, tilting his face slightly to kiss Jiang Luoluo’s ear.

His warm breath tickled Jiang Luoluo’s ear as Pei Yu murmured softly:

“What should I do?”

“If you won’t marry me willingly… I might get nervous and just tie you up and take you home to marry me.”

The person pressed against his neck remained silent, his dangling legs swaying gently.

Far from being frightened, he seemed rather pleased.

Pei Yu tilted his head again to kiss Jiang Luoluo’s ear.

In the mirror across the room, their embracing figures were reflected. The empty restroom echoed with the man’s deep, intoxicating voice, laced with seduction:

“Please, darling.”

“Choose me later…”

***

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Luoluo emerged from the restroom, his cheeks flushed slightly.

The man trailing closely behind him wore a smug grin, utterly pleased with himself.

Zhou Jing and Jiang Wei had already returned earlier. Seeing the two arrive together, their expressions darkened.

Fang Yan looked dejected, casting Jiang Luoluo an envious and jealous glance.

“Alright, everyone’s here,” the director announced. “Let’s continue.”

“Please write down the names of the teammates you wish to form a group with.”

Jiang Wei held up his whiteboard and called out across the room, “Luo Luo!”

Jiang Luoluo paused mid-stroke, looking up at Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei met his gaze, hesitating before asking, “Have you decided who to write down?”