“I’m really sorry. I drank too much and got quite drunk, so I had my assistant come and pick me up first,” Yu Junqing’s voice drifted faintly from outside the door. Bo Rui frowned and opened his eyes. White light was already spilling into the room through the window; it was bright, and judging by the sky, it was probably not early anymore.
He got up and opened the door. Yu Junqing had just finished hanging up the phone.
“Come here, let me take a look at your foot.” Bo Rui yawned lightly. His biological clock was rarely reversed like this, yet after getting up, he still felt a little sleepy.
Yu Junqing watched Bo Rui step out so casually and couldn’t help but turn his head slightly. “Rui-ge, you go wash up first. I’ll wait for you.”
Seeing Yu Junqing turn away, Bo Rui immediately understood why. This man, clearly older than him, still blushed at the slightest thing. Tsk.
Back in his room, Bo Rui rummaged through the wardrobe for a change of clothes. Once he was properly dressed, he stepped out.
Yu Junqing finally relaxed slightly when he saw him ready, though a faint, strange regret stirred in his heart. Honestly, Rui-ge had a really good figure.
“Here, let me see.” Bo Rui gestured, pushing him onto a chair and picking up Yu Junqing’s foot.
The bones were solid. Last night it had been swollen, looking just like a real pig’s trotter, but today it had improved considerably—now it only looked like a skinny pig’s trotter. A few more days of care at home would suffice.
“Don’t put too much strain on this foot these few days, alright?” Bo Rui instructed.
“Mm.” Yu Junqing nodded and quickly withdrew his foot. Strangely, he felt that Rui-ge’s palms were always so warm; even just holding his foot made it slightly hot.
“I’ll show you how to use the equipment here. Once you’re done washing up, we’ll head back.” It was mainly how to use the water pump; the rest was simple. As for toiletries, he would just have to make do.
Both of them moved quickly. Soon, they were done washing up and tidying the old house. Bo Rui then led him to the car, ready to leave.
Yu Junqing felt a little curious and couldn’t help asking, “Rui-ge, where’s Third Brother?”
Bo Rui fastened his seatbelt and, upon hearing the question, chuckled.
“That’s not really my Third Brother. He’s a clan relative from our village, surname Bo. His name is Bo Ao, but because he’s third in his family, I usually just call him Third Brother.” Their village had once been a large clan, but due to dynastic changes, some members had fled to the mountains to protect the family line. Once hidden, years passed unnoticed. Most marriages used to be within the clan, though things had improved recently, making generational rankings messy.
Take Bo Ao, for example—he was technically a whole generation older, but in terms of ranking, he was simply my brother.
“So he…” Yu Junqing raised his injured leg as Bo Rui placed a small pillow beneath it.
“He had to go back to handle some matters. It wasn’t convenient to come out during the day,” Bo Rui explained briefly, then reversed the car.
Yu Junqing thought for a moment but decided not to ask further. He took out his phone; he still needed to update Xiao Yitong.
Xiao Yitong almost cried out of joy when he received Yu Junqing’s call. Thank heavens, he had finally gotten a call from Yu-ge.
At last night’s wrap-up banquet, Yu-ge hadn’t let him pick anyone up. By evening, he still hadn’t received a call, and when he tried calling, no one answered. He had been frantic.
“Yu-ge!” He cried as if seeing God through his phone.
“…I just wanted to let you know that I told Director Wang I was drunk last night and you brought me home,” Yu Junqing said, slightly puzzled but wanting to get to the point.
“…Got it.” Xiao Yitong was momentarily choked up, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat.
Yu Junqing thought for a moment and asked, “Anything going on recently?”
The moment Xiao Yitong thought of work, he instantly became serious. Apart from a few scripts recently, not much had happened…
Suddenly, he felt uneasy. After chatting with other assistants, he realized just how little the company cared about Junqing. Despite winning a major award, they used his popularity to promote newcomers instead of letting him continue shining.
Not to mention, he still hadn’t seen Junqing’s agent very much.
After some thought, Xiao Yitong cautiously said, “Nothing major. Yu-ge, just focus on promoting your new drama. I’ve got the rest covered.”
“Perfect. I accidentally twisted my foot last night, so it might be inconvenient for the next few days,” Yu Junqing disclosed, just to avoid any mishaps.
“A twisted foot!” Xiao Yitong’s voice pierced through the phone like a needle. Yu Junqing quickly pulled the phone away.
“What’s wrong?” Bo Rui asked quietly, noticing his expression.
“Yu-ge! There’s someone with you?!” A man’s voice! Xiao Yitong immediately became alert. Did Yu-ge make up the story about being brought home by Director Wang just to be with this man? Who was he? Xiao Yitong’s curiosity flared, though he suppressed it as best as he could.
“Yes, the driver. I just went to the hospital and now I’m heading home to rest,” Yu Junqing said with a small smile at Bo Rui, lying without even blinking.
Bo Rui gave a thumbs-up, and they both laughed.
“Good, then you rest well, Yu-ge. Remember, at least one call a day!” Xiao Yitong emphasized, worried his delicate heart couldn’t handle too much stress.
“Okay.” Yu Junqing nodded, understanding it was necessary.
“By the way, Yu-ge, I checked yesterday—your Weibo is almost abandoned. No one’s maintaining it?” Xiao Yitong said, feeling some sympathy for the fans.
Weibo… Yu Junqing rubbed his nose, slightly embarrassed. He wasn’t good at using it. Last time, he had Xiao Yitong help.
“I’ll take care of it,” Yu Junqing admitted nervously, then hung up, quietly sighing in relief.
Bo Rui had listened the whole time. Seeing Yu Junqing so sheepish, he couldn’t help smiling.
A little like… a tiny hamster sneaking a snack from its owner. Bo Rui’s lips curled, his gaze brimming with amusement, and he laughed softly.
The man’s laugh was elegant and sensual like a cello, piercing Yu Junqing’s ears. He realized he had done something foolish. Despite being almost thirty, his eyes were full of innocence and shyness, and even his fair ear tips flushed slightly—a unique charm that stirred Bo Rui’s heart.
Bo Rui stiffened, his heartbeat paused for a moment. For some reason, he felt as if his heart had been squeezed violently, an unfamiliar thrill coursing through him.
Damn it. Bo Rui averted his gaze, silently scolding himself. He nonchalantly took the two blankets from the car seat, handed one to Yu Junqing, and spread the other over his own legs.
He loosened one hand to rub his forehead, feeling slightly embarrassed as Yu Junqing, oblivious but mimicking him, covered his legs with the blanket and relaxed slightly.
Bo Rui’s eyes couldn’t help lingering on Yu Junqing. Also a man, he was exceptionally good-looking.
Quietly sitting beside him, his slightly thin upper body was clad in a white shirt, the undone collar revealing delicate collarbones. His smooth skin seemed to glow faintly, tempting one to reach out.
Bo Rui suddenly understood why collarbones were considered one of the sexiest exposed parts.
His gaze drifted lower; nothing was worn under the thin shirt, and from this angle, Bo Rui could faintly make out a small, delicate protrusion.
He groaned and turned his head. The heat rising from his lower body warned him—looking any further might not end well.
Hearing Bo Rui’s groan, Yu Junqing worriedly leaned over. “Rui-ge, are you okay?”
Had he caught a cold from visiting him last night? Yu Junqing furrowed his beautiful brows and placed a hand on Bo Rui’s leg, testing his forehead.
“Too hot!” Yu Junqing gasped, alarmed. How could it be so hot? A fever? He noticed Bo Rui’s cheeks flushed, ears reddened. Panicking, he tried to get Bo Rui to stop the car.
“Don’t move. I’m fine.” Bo Rui pressed him down, fearing he’d overreact.
“Rui-ge…” Yu Junqing started to speak but suddenly felt something scalding in his hand…
Bo Rui coughed violently. Yu Junqing shrank back, both of them now flushed red.
“Really fine. It’s normal right after getting up,” Bo Rui blurted, making a few jokes to ease Yu Junqing’s worry.
Yu Junqing’s mind was a blur, barely registering Bo Rui’s words. He just silently thought: I didn’t get like this this morning.