The first season of the K-pop group’s variety show wrapped up before their summer comeback with “Last Summer.” During the final recording, they mentioned planning a surprise for fans in response to their support. This promise stayed with everyone. First, Lu Yuan recorded a surprise livestream. He heard a fan was learning dance in the studio he founded, so he pretended to be her substitute teacher when her instructor called in sick. Wearing a mask and hat, he taught for a full ten minutes before the lucky fan realized it was Lu Yuan himself.
The other members also fulfilled their promises one by one, each carrying out their own surprise ambushes. Only Fang Juexia remained. (Eight thousand words added in the author’s note due to yesterday’s forum-style formatting taking up space; Chapter 113 has newly revised sections)
Author’s Note: He’d been agonizing over what surprise to prepare, as he wasn’t naturally gifted at creating them. Then one day, Fang Juexia received a letter from a devoted fan named Jiajia, accompanied by a handmade scrapbook. Inside were photos and information collected since Fang Juexia’s trainee days—turning the pages felt like tracing his entire growth journey over the years.
In her letter, Jiajia wrote that she had loved him since before his official debut and had remained devoted all these years. She also poured out her own life story to him.
[Lately, my life feels like a complete mess. Right before my thesis defense, my parents divorced and are fighting nonstop. My grandmother ended up in the hospital. I’m anxious about missing out on a graduate school offer, and job hunting has been nothing but rejection. On the worst day, I cried alone in the neighborhood for ages before finally wiping my tears and daring to go home. It feels like nothing good will ever happen in my life again.”]
Reading this, Fang Juexia couldn’t help but think of himself. It’s incredibly difficult to break free from such a downward spiral, especially for young people just entering society. They get caught in a vicious cycle, eventually consumed by negativity.
So he decided to introduce a bit of “good fortune” into this girl’s utterly miserable life.
After planning the surprise, the staff sent her a reply letter in the name of Star Chart. It stated she had won a prize for purchasing the album—a signed merchandise gift pack from Star Chart—and that a company representative would personally deliver it to her.
Upon receiving the letter, Jiajia happily wrote back, her words brimming with joy—unaware that Fang Juexia himself was the staff member behind the correspondence.
The day before the surprise livestream, Fang Juexia suddenly felt nervous. After all, it had been ages since he’d interacted one-on-one with fans or strangers, and he wasn’t exactly the type to liven up the atmosphere.
So he enlisted Pei Tingsong as his accompanying guest for the entire event.
“What time is it scheduled for?” Pei Tingsong, barely keeping his eyes open, sipped coffee slowly at the dining table. Fang Juexia removed his apron and draped it over the chair back. “Ten o’clock. Hmm, so… an hour and a half.” He glanced at the clock in the living room, narrowing his eyes slightly. This little gesture seemed adorable to Pei Tingsong, who couldn’t resist reaching out to touch Fang Juexia’s hanging arm.
Little did they know, Ling Yi, emerging from the bathroom, witnessed this moment. “Tsk tsk tsk…”
Without a word, Pei Tingsong grabbed a cushion from the chair and hurled it at Ling Yi, hitting him squarely on the forehead.
“Juexia hit me…” Ling Yi pouted, dazed from the cushion’s impact.
Fang Juexia took his time biting into his sandwich, using his free hand to swat Pei Tingsong playfully.
“It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt.” Pei Tingsong countered by grabbing Fang Juexia’s hand, taking a sip of coffee. “Juexia hitting me is playful banter, but me hitting Lingyi is justice being served.”
Enraged, Ling Yi snatched the sandwich away and dashed into Lu Yuan’s room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Witnessing this, Fang Juexia stifled a laugh and made an excuse to slip away. “I’m going to change clothes. You better hurry up too.”
Changing into a low-key black hoodie and jeans, he grabbed a lead-gray baseball cap. Fang Juexia adjusted his appearance in the mirror just as Cheng Qiang called to urge him to start streaming. He pulled out his phone and launched the livestream immediately.
The feed stuttered at first. Fang Juexia adjusted his angle toward the light. “Can you see me?”
He immediately went in for a close-up, sending fans into a frenzy—though they had no idea this surprise livestream would leave them green with envy.
[Ahhhhh Juexia Brother!!! Juexia Brother is so handsome!]
[His bare face is absolutely flawless! Truly the face of the group!]
[Let me kiss that birthmark!]
Fang Juexia placed his phone on a shelf on his desk, pulled a mask from a drawer, silently unfolded it, and put it on while facing the screen.
[Such a silent livestream hahaha]
[Brother, you forgot to say hello!]
[Alright, main content over. This was just a simple mask-wearing tutorial]
[Waaah, your beauty is sealed away!]
[So are you heading out, Juexia?]
Fang Juexia retrieved his phone, glanced at the comments, and realized he hadn’t spoken. “Oh right, I’m going out today.” Feeling he hadn’t said much, he added, “Did everyone eat breakfast?”
[Yes!!!]
[I had xiaolongbao and sweet rice porridge with glutinous rice balls!]
He stood up, slung the backpack from the chair over his shoulder, and was about to head out. Suddenly, the door swung open. Pei Tingsong stood in the doorway, peering inside. “Little Fang, why are you taking so long? Need help getting dressed?”
Fang Juexia was startled and immediately moved into Pei Tingsong’s line of sight. He pointed at his phone and mouthed the words—I’m live streaming.
Pei Tingsong instantly realized what he’d said and understood he’d blurted out something he shouldn’t have.
But it was too late. The chat was already going wild.
[Holy crap, that was Grapevine’s voice just now! Right?!]
[Definitely Little Pei’s voice!!!!]
[Damn, did he just call Juexia Brother “Little Fang”? Is that how you guys address each other at home? What happened to calling him Brother Juexia?!]
[Deafening! Deafening! Deafening!]
[He even said he’d dress Brother Juexia… Truly deafening]
Fang Juexia stared at the screen flooded with “deafening” comments, unsure how to explain. He quickly changed the subject: “Seems like nice weather today.”
[Tactical weather chat]
Only when he reached Pei Tingsong did he notice they’d miraculously coordinated outfits. “Why are you wearing a black hoodie too?”
“No idea. Just grabbed the first thing I saw.”
[Couple matching outfits!!!]
[That “Why are you also…” is so telling. Would a guy usually care about wearing the same color as someone else? Teacher Fang, what are you feeling guilty about?]
[I have a feeling I’ll be completely deaf after watching this livestream]
[CPF, get out. This is FJX’s livestream.]
[The main character brought his little brother along. DW, you should probably leave too, lest your main character give you a heart attack.]
Pei Tingsong naturally took the backpack off Fang Juexia’s shoulders and slung it over his own. The two left the dormitory for the parking lot. All the way, Fang Juexia kept his gaze fixed on his feet, afraid of revealing their location.
[So cute haha this angle]
“Me drive?” Fang Juexia walked to the car and asked, looking up.
“I’ll do it.” Pei Tingsong walked around to open the passenger door for him, then took the driver’s seat himself.
[Waaah opening the car door is so swoon-worthy]
[Hey, when did that bag end up on Xiao Pei?]
[Hahaha, in Brother Juexia’s livestream, Xiao Pei is practically a tool character]
Once inside the car, Fang Juexia began responding to comments from fans in the livestream chat: “Oh, I didn’t turn on beauty mode. How do you turn it on?”
[Hahaha, Teacher Fang is such an old-timer]
[Don’t turn it on—you’re already gorgeous]
Pei Tingsong had subconsciously developed the habit of buckling Fang Juexia’s seatbelt. Without even thinking, he leaned over to pull the strap for him.
Fang Juexia suddenly snapped to attention. They were getting too close on camera.
“I… I’ll do it myself.” He nervously gripped Pei Tingsong’s wrist, his ears burning. Despite having done everything else, he felt awkward at this moment.
Pei Tingsong, accustomed to looking after his older brother, also remembered they were live-streaming. He scrambled to cover up this awkward gesture. “Ah, I see you’re holding your phone. Let me take it for you. You can buckle up yourself.” With that, he took Fang Juexia’s phone and aimed the camera at him.
[Ooh ooh ooh ooh I love this angle, car boyfriend view (wait why boyfriend?)]
[The vibe between these two is kinda weird]
[For real, I’m kinda losing it here]
[Is that grapevine still the same old Pei Tiger tying his brother’s seatbelt?]
[Hahahaha Pei Hu warning!]
“Thanks.” Fang Juexia took the phone back and continued his very unpolished livestream. Pei Tingsong drove the car out onto the road. Light suddenly flooded in, streaming through the window and spilling across Fang Juexia’s face. Even the faintly visible blue veins on his upper eyelids were discernible.
[Brother Juexia is just too gorgeous 5555]
“Want to play some music?” Pei Tingsong asked.
Fang Juexia nodded. Spotting comments in the chat asking to see Pei Tingsong, he lifted his eyes to glance at him, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “They want to see you.”
Though it sounded like he was asking for input, Fang Juexia had already quietly switched the camera to the rear view. The screen now showed Pei Tingsong driving with his hat on backwards, one hand on the wheel, completely unaware. “Want to see me? Send me a hundred grand first.”
[HAHAHAHA PEI CHEAPSKATE YOU’RE DREAMING! I’VE ALREADY SEEN YOU!]
[100,000 yuan? HAHAHA]
[One-handed driving is so cool]
“100,000 yuan is a bit steep, isn’t it?” Fang Juexia leaned back against the passenger seat, holding his phone with deadpan seriousness as if streaming himself. “Your appearance fee is too high.”
“Because I’m precious.” Pei Tingsong kept his eyes on the road, glancing back at Fang Juexia only after confirming it was safe. One look was enough to spot something off. “Are you filming me?”
[Hahahaha caught red-handed]
“Nope.” Fang Juexia quickly tapped the screen to switch to the front camera. “I’m filming myself.”
Pei Tingsong still looked skeptical. “Okay.” He turned his head back to the road ahead. “Aren’t you going to tell everyone about today’s schedule?” He coughed a few times, clearing his throat. “Who we’re meeting later.”
“Oh, right.” Fang Juexia turned around to grab a bottle of water from the backseat, placing his phone on his lap. He unscrewed the cap while explaining to them, then lifted the phone back to his face. “Today is actually a surprise visit. Remember the surprise visits for Teacher Yuan and Yi Yi? Now it’s my turn.”
[Oh my god, so that’s what it is!!! SO JEALOUS!!!]
[OMG we just get to watch Brother Juexia surprise others 😭😭😭 And it’s a double surprise with Xiao Pei tagging along too]
[So jealous]
[Brother Juexia, you opened the water but forgot to drink it! You’ve been holding it for ages!]
The car stopped at a red light. Pei Tingsong rapped along for a couple bars, but Fang Juexia just handed him the water he’d been holding without saying a word. He took a big gulp and handed it back.
Fang Juexia wasn’t much of a water drinker, so he just shook his head at Pei Tingsong. But when he caught Pei Tingsong’s half-threatening glare, he reluctantly took a small sip before quickly screwing the cap back on.
This back-and-forth exchange contained not a single word, yet Fang Juexia’s expressions and movements revealed far too much.
[I hereby declare I am this bottle of water]
[So it was because the grapevine coughed while speaking that jxgg grabbed the water?]
[Waaah, this divine coworker moment! And he held it up for ages just for one traffic light]
[The less you say, the more deaf I become]
The screen was flooded with “deaf” comments again. Fang Juexia had no idea what he’d done. Even when he was live-streaming with Ling Yi, being hugged and held by her, the comments weren’t this exaggerated.
“We’re almost there. See that girl standing by the community gate? Is that her?” Pei Tingsong pulled the car to the curb.
Through the windshield, he spotted a girl in a beige knit maxi dress waiting by the entrance, seemingly for someone.
“Could be?” Fang Juexia pulled out the “staff member” phone Cheng Qiang had given him last night and dialed Jiajia’s number. Sure enough, the girl nearby took out her phone and answered.
Fang Juexia activated speakerphone, and the chat exploded with excitement. He deliberately lowered his voice, trying hard to play the part of a cold-hearted staff member. “Hello, may I ask if you’re Jiajia? This is Chen from Star Chart. We’ve been in contact before. I’m outside your residential complex right now. Yes, that’s correct. Alright, I’ll get out of the car to pick you up.”
[Aaaahhhhh this is so jealousy-inducing!]
[I want Brother Juexia to pick me up too wuwuwuwu And that deep voice is so swoon-worthy]
After hanging up, Pei Tingsong reached out to take the live-streaming phone from Fang Juexia’s hand. “Let me hold this and film from this angle.”
“Alright, I’m heading down. Don’t show her face yet.”
“Got it.” Pei Tingsong adjusted the collar of his hoodie. “Go on, be careful.”
Fang Juexia still felt a bit nervous. After waving at the camera for everyone, he pulled his hood down low and walked toward the lucky fan.
Pei Tingsong watched Fang Juexia’s retreating figure, then glanced at the live chat.
[I’m jealous! I’m jealous! I’m jealous! What kind of idol drama plot is this?]
[Little Pei: I should be under the car, not in it.]
Seeing this comment, Pei Tingsong couldn’t help but snort.
[Hahahaha did Little Pei just let out a disdainful snort?]
[Hahahahahahaha sour grapes, join us in the jealousy]
“Only you guys are jealous, okay?” Pei Tingsong obediently held his phone as instructed by his brother, pointing it at him and the girl. “What do I have to be jealous about?”
“I bet you guys, he’ll be recognized within thirty seconds.”
[Hahahaha, the gambling addiction of the account-deleting card is really strong]
[Here we go again, starting bets]
[I don’t think so, Juexia-ge is covered up pretty well]
On screen, Fang Juexia pulled out the merchandise gift bag from his backpack for the girl, including his handwritten letter. But no matter how convincing he tried to be, he couldn’t fool the old fans. The moment he spoke, she recognized him and bounced up and down excitedly.
“See? What did I tell you?” Pei Tingsong murmured, gazing at Fang Juexia through the windshield. “It was obviously him.”
[Damn, that line made me go deaf]
[Aaaah I covered my little ears!!!]
On the livestream screen, the girl remained wildly excited and lunged forward to hug Fang Juexia, knocking him back half a step.
Fang Juexia’s first instinct was to glance back toward the car.
[It won’t help to look! Fang Juexia, I need to break up with you for a second!]
[Waaah, come comfort me quick, I’m so jealous I’m leaking!]
[I’m snatching my Juexia back right now!]
Suddenly, everyone on the screen heard a car door open, then slam shut. The camera followed footsteps moving forward.
[Holy crap hahaha the grapevine moved!]
[He’s panicking, he’s jealous, I’m deaf!]
[Wow, that speed—first time feeling what it’s like to walk with a pair of long legs.]
Pei Tingsong stepped forward, smiling kindly as he reached out to pull the girl away. “Surprise!” But the camera focused on Fang Juexia.
[Hahahaha why does Juexia instinctively seem to be reading the room?]
[So weird, really weird]
[Mouth says surprise, hands pull the girl away—truly Mom’s little tiger]
The girl was clearly startled by Pei Tingsong’s sudden appearance. Unexpecting another person, she excitedly asked if they could shake hands. Pei Tingsong extended his free hand. “Sure.”
[All she wanted was to shake your hand hahaha]
[The girl suddenly regained her senses]
“I hope your life gets better and better from now on, with everything going smoothly.” Fang Juexia smiled, extended his hand, and gave the girl a light pat on the shoulder. “Many good things will happen. Keep up the good work.”
At her request, the two posed for a group photo with her, then said goodbye at the community gate.
After completing the task, Fang Juexia felt unusually happy. Pei Tingsong pointed his phone at him and snapped, “Shouldn’t you say something?”
Fang Juexia clapped his hands together, mimicking the sound of a clapperboard from TV dramas, “Snap!” “Today’s surprise raid—mission accomplished!”
Pei Tingsong graciously clapped his wrist with his hand, “Awesome!”
[Grapevine, you’ve got me dizzy!!!]
[Congrats!!! Mission accomplished!! (Though I’m still jealous)]
[Is the livestream ending? No way, it just started!]
“They want to end the livestream.” Pei Tingsong deliberately made it up.
“Huh?” Fang Juexia actually believed him, pulling his mask down with his hand and leaning closer to the camera. “You guys don’t want to livestream anymore?”
[NO WAY!!!!]
[I’LL KILL GRAPES!!!]
“Just kidding.” Pei Tingsong tugged Fang Juexia toward him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder before tossing the phone to him. Fang switched the stream to front-facing camera and saw countless fan comments pleading for him to stay.
“You tricked me again.” Fang Juexia turned to glare at him.
Pei Tingsong shrugged, dead serious. “Fang Juexia is the most innocent little guy I’ve ever met.”
Fang Juexia immediately pushed his cheek. “Shut up.”
[wow]
[Deaf deaf deaf]
[The livestream’s turning into an ear clinic]
[Is that wow above from Brother Huo?]
[Tsk tsk tsk, one minute he’s a little boy, the next he’s a kid—I really can’t tell who’s the older brother and who’s the younger one anymore?]
[I absolutely love hearing Brother Tingxia tell people to shut up]
“Wrong, wrong,” Pei Tingsong laughed, lifting the arm draped over his shoulder and pressing it against Fang Juexia’s baseball cap-covered head. “I’ll treat you to something delicious. Let’s do a food livestream.”
“What are we eating?” Fang Juexia asked, turning his head.
“Eat… whatever you want. Just get in the car first.”
[I’ve noticed that whenever FJX is next to a certain grape, he never looks at the camera. We only ever see his profile.]
[The truth is out]
Peisong drove Fang Juexia to a secluded, high-end Japanese restaurant. He chose the most private booth, and the waiter thoughtfully brought a phone stand so they could film without interrupting their meal.
[Wow, this place is crazy expensive—I’ve seen reviews. No wonder it’s Young Master Pei]
After ordering, they began chatting. To make filming easier, they sat side by side. Fang Juexia removed his mask and flipped his cap backward, revealing his clean, unblemished face.
Pei Tingsong kept staring at him, unable to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. “You’re copying me.”
Fang Juexia frowned. “You’ve got some nerve.”
“Wow, you’ve learned to insult people now, huh?” Pei Tingsong immediately clutched his chest and complained dramatically to the camera. “See this, everyone? The real tyrant of the group isn’t me at all.” He pointed at Fang Juexia. “It’s this guy.”
[According to the group’s pecking order, that’s true—PTS dominates the whole group, FJX dominates PTS.]
“Have I ever bullied you?” Fang Juexia turned to look at him, his usually cold face now tinged with a hint of spoiled arrogance that made him look especially adorable.
“Hmm…” Pei Tingsong rolled his eyes, thinking very hard.
“Do you need to think that long?”
“No, no.” Pei Tingsong licked his lips. “I’m the one who picks on others. How could anyone dare pick on me?”
[Hahahaha tactical lip-licking]
[I could watch these two chat and eat like this all day]
Dishes arrived steadily—yakitori, sukiyaki, and various sashimi. Fang Juexia ate with particular grace, chewing slowly, each mouthful taking ages to finish. Pei Tingsong kept serving him food and dipping beef slices, piling his small bowl high like a mountain.
“Can you eat this cucumber?” Pei Tingsong frowned upon seeing the pile of leftover cucumber slices in his bowl.
Fang Juexia was too busy watching the live chat comments to acknowledge him, merely uttering an “Oh” without moving his chopsticks.
Pei Tingsong could only boil him some other greens. “You know what? You remind me of those birds I couldn’t keep alive when I was a kid. You struggle so much with eating, running away after just a little food.”
[What kind of analogy is that? Hahahaha]
Hearing this, Fang Juexia frowned too and turned to look at him. “Are you saying I’m impossible to keep alive?”
[Hahahaha just dug his own grave]
“I said you eat too little.” Pei Tingsong served him another heaping spoonful of meat.
[Seriously, I’m getting more and more confused about who’s the older brother here]
[Juexia! Juexia! Look at me! Have you seen The Tiger’s Diary?!]
Fang Juexia, staring at the screen, suddenly saw this message. He finished chewing the meat in his mouth at an unprecedented speed and swallowed it. “Ah, this… Ling Yi showed it to me.”
[It’s you again, 01!]
[It’s him, it’s definitely him! Our good friend Little Ling Yi!]
After saying that, Fang Juexia covered his mouth with his palm and whispered, “But is that thread still up? The last time I checked, it had updated to…” He paused, then murmured even more quietly, “…I think it was the plastic surgery part.”
[Hahahaha, that survival instinct]
[Quick, scroll back!! It’s still updating!! It’s updated to the alt account!]
“Huh?”
Pei Tingsong frowned. “What the heck are you babbling about?”
Fang Juexia looked at him and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Your secret account got posted on that super intense fan forum of yours.”
“I know, I saw it.” Pei Tingsong poured a glass of water, his smile forced. “Talking about this makes me want to beat Ling Yi so badly I’d have to call 110.”
[Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah]
[“My roommate is the most useful tool person in the whole world!”]
“Tool person?” Fang Juexia didn’t quite get the reference. “Who’s the tool person?”
“Alright, alright, let’s eat.” Pei Tingsong quickly changed the subject. “It’s getting cold.”
Fang Juexia looked at the sashimi, matter-of-factly. “It’s supposed to be cold.”
Pei Tingsong didn’t respond. Elbow propped on the table, palm supporting his chin, he turned his face to stare at Fang Juexia, raising an eyebrow.
[Wow, that raised eyebrow is so alpha.]
[Total alpha coaxing omega to eat vibe]
[Honestly, I think jxgg is pretty beta]
Fang Juexia finished the greens in his bowl, pointed at the screen, and asked slowly, “What’s a beta?”
Pei Tingsong frowned, glanced at the screen, and figured out what was going on. He answered without hesitation, “It’s that Shuk Beta thing.”
“Huh?”
[LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL Then he lost interest in singing. “You know, that pair of little mice. Beta’s the one who drives the tank.”
[Hahahaha, dead serious nonsense]
“Oh, I remember now.” Fang Juexia looked back at the screen, puzzled. “Do I look like a little mouse?”
Pei Tingsong ruffled his hair. “You look just like one.”
[hahaha I’m dying laughing at this PTS, he totally knows!!]
[That head pat was way too natural]
[jxgg has let go already. He was awkward this morning but now he’s given up pretending they’re not close. That’s the power of coworkers]
[So jxgg, a lot of people in that Tiger Incident thread said you two don’t get along. Is that true?]
As similar questions piled up, Fang Juexia even set down his honeydew mousse to explain seriously, “Us two… how should I put it? We weren’t exactly close at first.” He glanced at Pei Tingsong as he spoke, “Plus, he wasn’t living in the dorm back then. It was mostly me—I’m not very talkative, and when I don’t show much expression, I can come off as cold. That probably gave people the impression…”
But Fang Juexia knew it wasn’t a misunderstanding at all. He didn’t know how to explain it, so he simply slapped Pei Tingsong’s thigh and tossed the hot potato to him. “You explain it.”
“Explain what?” Pei Tingsong glanced at him, wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth, and whispered, “You got it on your face.”
[Ahhh, what’s the point of explaining? Just play dumb.]
“Huh?” Fang Juexia wiped his own mouth with a napkin, having forgotten what he’d intended to do in the first place. Pei Tingsong continued, “Early on, we did have a bit of a misunderstanding, but it was cleared up long ago.”
Fang Juexia glanced at the screen, flooded with comments like [Are they best friends now?]. He felt a twinge of guilt, nearly knocking over the fruit bowl.
“Best friends?” Pei Tingsong read the words aloud, staring at the screen before shaking his head. “No, Fang Juexia is not my best friend.”
Fang Juexia shot him a glance and retorted deliberately, “You’re not my best friend either.”
“Great!” Pei Tingsong made a high-five gesture. Seeing Fang Juexia wasn’t playing along, he grabbed Fang Juexia’s hand and forced a high-five.
[Wow, this vibe is seriously…]
[I’m too scared to admit I’m deaf now]
After their palms touched, they both let go. Under the table, out of sight, Pei Tingsong pulled Fang Juexia’s hand and interlaced their fingers.
“I’m full.” Fang Juexia finished the last bite of dessert and showed the empty box to everyone. “And that wraps up today’s livestream.”
[Waaah, is it ending already? I haven’t had enough!]
[Bye-bye, big bro 5555]
Pei Tingsong raised an eyebrow beside her. “Bye.”
Fang Juexia raised his hand to end the stream, took his phone off the stand and placed it on the table. He stretched lazily, then flopped straight onto Pei Tingsong.
This move caught Pei Tingsong off guard. He ruffled Fang Juexia’s hair. “What’s wrong? Tired from eating?”
Fang Juexia glanced around the private room.
“No cameras.” Pei Tingsong stated flatly. “I’ve been here many times.”
Hearing this, Fang Juexia relaxed. He stretched his arms around Pei Tingsong’s neck, nuzzling his nose. Then he buried his face in the side of his neck. “I missed you.”
“But I’m right here,” Pei Tingsong murmured, kissing the top of his head.
Not that kind of missing.
Fang Juexia lifted his head again, smiling faintly. “You’re so tired of pretending. I’m never doing a solo livestream with you again.”
Pei Tingsong couldn’t resist, lightly pecking Fang Juexia’s soft lips before asking belatedly, “Why don’t you want to stream with me?”
Fang Juexia released his grip around Pei Tingsong’s neck and sat up slightly straighter. Sometimes his directness caught him off guard, the tone even tinged with self-reproach.
“I just can’t help it. Seeing you makes me want to hold you the moment you’re near, to kiss you. I’ve completely become…”
Before he could finish, his own blunt confession was silenced by a kiss—a kiss as creamy and smooth as mousse.
When the kiss ended, Pei Tingsong gazed at Fang Juexia, who was still a bit dazed, and smiled, completing his unfinished sentence.
“It’s wonderful. You’re becoming more and more like me.”
