After selecting their accommodations, the film crew followed the three teams to their respective lodgings to capture their immediate reactions upon seeing the houses. So when he saw the overwater villa, he felt a touch of wonder, finally understanding why Pei Tingsong had fought so hard for this place.
The Maldives’ most stunning feature was its crystal-clear, mint-green lagoon, so transparent it seemed capable of washing away all bad moods. This water villa was suspended directly above the lagoon, facing the boundless ocean.
Fang Juexia followed Pei Tingsong onto the villa. Upon entering, the first-floor master bedroom was a fully transparent glass structure. Opening the glass doors led to an infinity pool that visually merged with the sea.
“It’s so beautiful,” Fang Juexia couldn’t help but exclaim.
“It is quite lovely.” Pei Tingsong wrapped an arm around his shoulder, shedding his usual domineering demeanor in front of Fang Juexia. “Thank you, Brother.”
Fang Juexia tilted his head and smiled, suddenly recalling something. “Earlier, I saw something outside that looked like a slide,” he said, heading toward the first-floor exit to get a better look. “What is that?”
Pei Tingsong strolled leisurely behind him. “It’s just a slide that takes you from upstairs straight into the ocean.” ”
Fang Juexia raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun and looked up. Sure enough, the balcony outside the second-floor bedroom connected to a spiral slide encircling the house.
“Ling Yi will definitely love this.” The sun was too bright, so Fang Juexia walked back into the room while speaking to Pei Tingsong, his tone confident. “He’ll come over to play.”
Little did he know, Pei Tingsong retorted with a dismissive, “You know him so well.”
The bitterness in his tone was painfully obvious. Fang Juexia wanted to tease him back, but with the camera following them, it wasn’t the best time for a clear explanation. Just then, he stepped inside and spotted the transparent glass floor, offering a direct view of the lagoon below. “Look, this is transparent too.” “ Fang Juexia crouched down to peer through, his tone serious. ”It’s kinda high.”
Pei Tingsong, who’d been sulking moments ago, couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of his furrowed brow. He crouched beside Fang Juexia and looked down too. “This is high? Maybe a meter or two at most.”
“Wow, sea turtles!” Fang Juexia suddenly slapped Pei Tingsong twice, his voice unexpectedly childlike.
Pei Tingsong, startled, turned to see the turtle swimming toward them. Fang Juexia’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Look,
“Wow, sea turtles!” Fang Juexia suddenly patted Pei Tingsong twice, his voice unexpectedly childlike.
“Really.” Pei Tingsong barely glanced at the turtles, instead focusing on Fang Juexia’s intently watching profile.
“This sea turtle crawls so slowly.” Fang Juexia hugged his knees, staring at the sluggish marine creature below. Sunlight streamed through the side glass door, making his thin eyelids appear translucent. The red birthmark reminded Pei Tingsong of a cherry embedded in jelly.
How adorable.
“Finally crawled away.” Fang Juexia exhaled in relief for him, a thought forming in his mind. “You know, its subjective sense of time must be incredibly slow too, right?”
That was an interesting perspective. Pei Tingsong hugged his knees and pondered. “Probably. Otherwise, sea turtles would be in a constant state of panic every day—it’d make them sick.”
Hearing this, Fang Juexia suddenly smiled, his teeth gleaming white. “I’ve thought about how sea turtles perceive time too.”
Slower, just a little slower.
Then he could stay with Pei Tingsong longer.
“Speaking of time, it’s already the second season of our group variety show,” Pei Tingsong cupped his hand around his mouth like a microphone and held it to Fang Juexia’s ear. “Fang Juexia, what are your thoughts?”
“Thoughts…” Fang Juexia pondered earnestly before looking straight into the camera. “Our company finally made some money.”
Even the cameraman couldn’t help but laugh.
“That’s it?” Pei Tingsong reached out to ruffle his hair.
Fang Juexia smoothed his tousled hair. “We filmed the first episode of Season One in our dorm. Now we’re in the Maldives. Isn’t that making money?”
Pei Tingsong pulled back his “microphone” and shared his thoughts to the camera.
“Fang Juexia is the most honest kid in the whole world.”
Hearing this, Fang Juexia frowned. Glancing around the room, he noticed the large bed and pressed down on it. It was surprisingly soft. “I thought the water villas would have waterbeds.”
Pei Tingsong immediately covered his mouth.
“Hm?” Fang Juexia looked up at him, blinking in confusion, completely unaware of what he’d said wrong.
“Let’s go upstairs and take a look,” Pei Tingsong said, stifling a laugh.
The two led the film crew staff on a tour, during which Pei Tingsong familiarized himself with the fixed camera positions. As noon approached, the six gathered again to head to the island’s restaurant for lunch. After wrapping up the lively lunch shoot, the afternoon focused on water activities.
“Miao Ge, come ride the jet ski with us!” Lu Yuan yelled across the water, squealing with excitement like a high schooler.
Jiang Miao remained expressionless, shaking his head firmly. “I can’t swim. What if I fall in? I’d drown.”
Fang Juexia walked over to Jiang Miao. Having already taken a turn riding behind Pei Tingsong, he found it almost amusing how calm Jiang Miao remained despite his fear. “Brother Miao, with an instructor behind you, it should be fine. I tried it just now and didn’t fall off. Why don’t you sit behind them and give it a shot?”
“Nah, just playing in the water by the shore is fine,” Jiang Miao said, watching He Ziyan, Lu Yuan, and Pei Tingsong tearing up the sea on jet skis in the distance. “That speed is way too fast. It really scares me.”
True. Constantly urging others to overcome fears and try things you yourself wouldn’t dare do could be a form of pressure. Fang Juexia abandoned his encouraging thoughts and shared a piece of candy from his pocket with Jiang Miao. “This is really tasty.”
Jiang Miao set down what he was holding and took the candy from Fang Juexia’s hand.
“What’s that you’re holding?” Fang Juexia stared down at the small jar Jiang Miao had placed on the ground.
“He Ziyan’s sunscreen.” Jiang Miao peeled off the candy wrapper and delivered a ruthless quip, “Who’d have thought the darkest-skinned guy in the whole group would be the most diligent about applying sunscreen?”
“Hah.”
Ling Yi also ran over. “There’s a stingray over there! Want to come feed it together?”
“Sure.”
“Miao, you’re already on your third dip, and you’re still so afraid of water?”
Jiang Miao retorted, “And you’re called Ling Yi? Are you number 1?” ”
Fang Juexia laughed so hard he tilted his head back.
Though it was a group variety show, it remained largely documentary-style like Season 1. The production team didn’t script scenes for drama; everyone simply concentrated fun activities in the first two days for filming. The Kaleido members naturally had strong variety show appeal, making the raw footage even more entertaining.
On the afternoon of the second day, they returned from a fishing trip with local staff, their catch abundant. After devouring the tuna they’d hooked themselves, knowing filming would wrap soon and they’d have free time to enjoy their vacation, the six members grew increasingly excited.
“Everyone’s had their fill, right?” The director stood behind the camera as crew members brought over a board displaying a comic strip. It depicted six girls in distinct swimwear styles—some tall and sexy, others pure and gentle, plus athletic and cute types.
Seeing the drawing, Pei Tingsong raised an eyebrow. “What are you guys up to? Making us pick paper dolls? Do I look that much like a shut-in?”
“He doesn’t want to, but I do!” Lu Yuan raised his hand. “I’ll take them all.”
Ling Yi shot Lu Yuan a disgusted look and muttered, “Pervert.”
Fang Juexia stared at the comic, feeling something was off but unable to pinpoint what.
Jiang Miao propped her chin on her hand. “Does choosing this affect what game we play in the final segment? Hopefully no more water games.”
The director continued, “Good guess. You do get to choose. Please note: your choice will determine the nature of your final project. We’ll broadcast it as a live group variety show preview, so choose carefully—ideally based on your own preferences and inclinations.”
“Here we go again—another lottery, another live broadcast.” As a perennial unlucky soul, Pei Tingsong had long given up on any lottery-style games.
Orientation… Fang Juexia silently scanned the drawing from left to right, then back again.
Finally, he stole a glance at Pei Tingsong, who had given up struggling.
His orientation wasn’t even on this list.
“Then… let’s start with Little Pei.”
“I don’t want to pick.” Pei Tingsong slumped lazily into his chair, slipped on his sunglasses, and closed his eyes to rest, showing zero intention of cooperating. “My orientation isn’t in here.”
Hearing this, Fang Juexia fought hard to control his expression, trying not to laugh.
Ling Yi muttered under his breath, “Cut the crap. You’re just too unlucky to pick.”
Pei Tingsong maintained his relaxed, retired posture but flipped Ling Yi the middle finger.
“Fine, I’ll pick one then.” He Ziyan pointed at the drawing. “The second one from the left, the beautiful lady in the red bikini.”
“Nice choice, with the big golden curls.” Lu Yuan immediately selected his favorite too. “Then I’ll take the lady in the navy blue one-piece swimsuit, the one with the ponytail!”
Seeing everyone so enthusiastic, Ling Yi walked straight to the board. “Then I’ll take the one in the pink polka-dot dress! Her height matches mine better, and she has the short hair I like.”
Not many were left. Jiang Miao glanced at them and chose a girl with braids wearing a light blue one-piece swimsuit. “This one, I guess. Feels like the safer choice.”
“Safe? What a description, hahaha.”
Fang Juexia looked at the last two: one tall and sexy in a black deep-V one-piece with big curls, the other a pure-looking girl with long straight black hair in a white two-piece—a ruffled halter top and a short skirt bottom.
“Then I’ll take the one in white.”
This comment hit He Ziyan’s funny bone. “This one? Hahaha, Juexia, you’re way too proper.”
“So the trashy big-boobed one goes to Xiao Pei.” Lu Yuan clapped his hands. “Congratulations, congratulations.”
Once everyone had made their selections, the directoress wore an enigmatic smile. “Remember that girl group dance you practiced so hard in the company rehearsal room?”
Pei Tingsong, who’d been zoning out, suddenly sat bolt upright, his sunglasses clattering off his nose. “No way, what kind of trick are you pulling?”
He Ziyan also caught on. “Wait, so that selection earlier was actually…”
The staff turned the boards around. Behind each comic girl was a swimsuit matching the one she wore in the illustration.
Lu Yuan’s face immediately filled with question marks.
The slow-witted Fang Juexia finally realized something was off.
Only Ling Yi remained utterly baffled. “Wait, you’re pulling our leg with swimsuits? I thought there’d be real people.”
Jiang Miao was nearly defeated by Ling Yi’s thought process. “You’re that kind of person.”
“What??!”
At the mere suggestion of wearing women’s clothing, how could Pei Tingsong—a mighty Tiger 1—possibly tolerate it? He slammed the table and stood up, ready to revolt. But suddenly, he caught sight of the white swimsuit Fang Juexia had chosen. The sea breeze caught it, sending the little skirt and lace ribbons fluttering.
Perfect. He was hooked.
Fang Juexia unscrewed his water bottle, took a sip, puffed out his cheeks, and screwed the cap back on. With a sweeping gesture, Pei Tingsong declared, “I think the swimsuit concept is quite creative.”
He nearly spit out his drink.
The rest of them all looked at him with question marks on their faces.
“Are you possessed, Pei Tingsong?”
“Nope.” Pei Tingsong plopped down casually, twirling his sunglasses. “It’s just… pretty interesting. We’ve already rehearsed the girl group dance, so what’s wearing a dress? It’s perfect—it makes the stage complete.”
Jiang Miao narrowed his eyes. “What makes a rapper suddenly stutter?”
“I’m not wearing it! If anyone’s gonna wear it, let Little Pei wear it himself.”
Pei Tingsong pressed down on Ling Yi’s head. “Don’t. Even. Think. About. Running.”
Fang Juexia reached out and grabbed Pei Tingsong’s arm, giving it a shake. Though he didn’t say a word, his entire expression screamed “Snap out of it.”
Lu Yuan shook his head. “Even Teacher Fang is flustered.” The production team appealed to their fans’ passionate demands, appealing to both emotion and reason, finally coaxing and persuading them into the makeup room.
The entire Kaleido group had always maintained a lighthearted, goofy atmosphere, famously free of idol pretensions. When fans begged for a girl group dance福利 earlier, they’d actually rehearsed one properly in the practice room. Though cross-dressing sounded odd at first, the members took surprisingly well to the idea.
The production team brought several stylists specifically for this female-character shoot, though the rooms were a bit cramped. Jiang Miao and Fang Juexia changed in a small private room, while the other four gathered in the larger dressing area.
“Honestly, I don’t mind cross-dressing. Really, I think trying it occasionally is pretty refreshing,” He Ziyan said while sitting at the makeup table, letting the stylist adjust his long golden hair. Mid-sentence, he flexed his arms to show off his biceps. “I just worry about scaring the fans.”
Lu Yuan beside him nearly laughed his wig off at the sight. “You’re the legendary muscle Barbie!”
“You know what? Brother Huo’s skin tone looks like he’s been tanning,” Pei Tingsong remarked after a glance.
“You’re the pale one.”
Lu Yuan glanced at Little Pei in the mirror. “Little Pei doesn’t look that out of place. Brother Huo is way too masculine, hahaha.”
It was true. Though Pei Tingsong had sharp features, his looks weren’t overly masculine. With makeup, a big black wavy wig, and bright red lips, he did have a certain domineering vibe.
“Doesn’t Xiao Pei look like one of those ‘bad girl’ emoji sisters?” Ling Yi mimed smoking a cigarette, forcing a hazy gaze. “Bad girl plus smoke equals unstoppable magic.”
Lu Yuan quickly picked up the joke, flicking his fake ponytail with a sultry flick. “Bye-bye, then. The next one will be better behaved.”
Pei Tingsong frowned, waiting for the stylist to fetch his clothes. “What kind of stuff do you guys watch online day in and day out…”
Just as he was ranting, a knock sounded. The four jokers looked up at the door reflected in the mirror and saw a stunning beauty in a white one-piece swimsuit.
“Wow…” Lu Yuan and Ling Yi exclaimed in unison.
He was genuinely stunning. Fang Juexia possessed delicate features and a slender frame, with naturally fair skin that made his female attire almost seamless. Though he’d previously experimented with long black straight hair, this wig—paired with a lace headband—achieved perfect authenticity. The two-piece swimsuit perfectly accentuated his slender waist and long legs, his proportions perfectly balanced, and his aura was simply captivating.
“It feels weird, right…” Fang Juexia looked uneasy, his hand unconsciously tugging down the hem of the swimsuit skirt. When he looked up, his gaze met Pei Tingsong’s, who was staring at himself in the mirror. For some reason, Fang Juexia felt even more nervous, his palms sweating.
“It looks amazing!” Ling Yi kicked Pei Tingsong’s chair with his foot. “Right, Pei?”
“Uh…” Pei Tingsong stuttered, a rare occurrence. His ears burned, his face flushed. “It looks pretty good.”
This was strange. In all his years, he’d never been afraid to look at someone—especially the person he liked most.
Hearing the compliment, Fang Juexia felt a flicker of joy. He walked over, pulled up a chair beside Pei Tingsong, and leaned closer. “Your lipstick is so red.”
Don’t get so close.
Pei Tingsong’s heart pounded wildly, thumping like a drum against his chest.
Fang Juexia’s face remained largely expressionless, but he always asked questions in a tone bordering on innocence. “Why won’t you look at me? Is it ugly?”
“No.” Pei Tingsong turned his head, looking at him as he’d asked. “This isn’t… looking at you.”
Ling Yi peeked secretly in the mirror, waiting for the perfect moment to rub salt in Pei Tingsong’s wound. “Ha! This little Pei is blushing!”
At the word “shy,” Pei Tingsong instantly bristled. “What the hell are you talking about!”
“You are embarrassed~ You totally are!”
Pei Tingsong’s temples throbbed violently, as if he wanted to pin Ling Yi to the ground and beat him senseless. Unfortunately, Fang Juexia held him back, and when he reached out, he only grabbed Ling Yi’s wig.
“Ah! He pulled my hair off!”
Lu Yuan and He Ziyan were too busy laughing at the spectacle. “Serves you right, hahaha.”
The director was urging them from outside. Finally, the six “beautiful girls” finished changing and were herded like ducks onto the beach, just in time to witness the breathtaking sunset.
Fang Juexia had never seen such a beautiful sunset before. Every cloud was saturated with pink and orange sunlight, and the aqua lagoon was tinged with shimmering gold dust. He looked up, completely immersed, not noticing Pei Tingsong standing beside him, capturing his profile in the sunset.
Pei Tingsong didn’t just take the photo; he posted it on his private account.
[@Yinde Laixi’s Moon: Official Rumored Girlfriend. [Image]]
“Did you take a picture of me?” Fang Juexia finally realized when he saw Pei Tingsong holding his phone.
“No way,” Pei Tingsong flatly denied, tossing the phone to a crew member. “I didn’t do anything.”
Under the director’s urging, the six members lined up in formation, facing away from the camera.
“Relax a bit, don’t be so stiff,” the photographer advised.
“Just them? Relax?” The director shook his head. “If they really relaxed, they’d be doing a group stand-up comedy routine in swimsuits.”
“Hahahahaha!”
Jiang Miao, ever the team leader, reminded them, “You’re all in women’s clothing now. Keep your movements graceful and feminine. Let’s aim for one take.”
“Got it—”
“I’m too beautiful,” He Ziyan murmured, gazing down at his reflection on the sand. “Look at this hair, these curves.”
Pei Tingsong rolled his eyes. “Shut up, muscle man.”
Fang Juexia still felt awkward. He never imagined he’d end up wearing women’s clothing one day—and starting with swimwear, no less—and having to dance in it…
The director called out from afar, “Cameras ready. Open the livestream.”
The staff launched the livestream, and fans flooded in immediately.
[I’M HERE I’M HERE I’M HERE!]
[Preview livestream for the group show!!! Is Season 2 coming??]
[Huh? What’s this? A beach?]
[Did I join the wrong livestream? Why is it a swimsuit party?? Did someone hack Kaleido’s account??]
Just as fans were confused, music began playing. Fang Juexia, who’d been awkward a second ago, instantly transformed back into a dancing machine. Forgetting any concerns about gender roles, he spun around in time with the beat, a slightly stiff smile on his face. His slender fingers fluttered as he crossed his hands butterfly-style in front of his face.
[Holy shit!!!!!! Who is that beauty in the center position!!!!!]
[Holy crap, is that Brother Juexia?!! This is too beautiful!!!]
[White swimsuit, Fang Juexia is such a gorgeous little cutie! I’m so jealous!]
[Holy shit, six crossdressing masters?? Little Pei is unexpectedly gorgeous!]
Years of rigorous training had ingrained professionalism into Fang Juexia’s very bones. Even during this playful cover dance, he lip-synced with utmost seriousness.
Ling Yi moved to the front, swapped positions with Fang Juexia, and gave the camera a wink.
[Ahhh Ling Yi! From now on, you’re Mommy’s Ling Yiyi!]
[I love that wink! Short hair is just too adorable on our Ling Yi]
[Lip-syncing girl group Kaleido! The stunning girl group Kaleido!]
Ling Yi embraced his female persona with remarkable ease, pulling off every bit of coquettishness and sweetness. Compared to him, Fang Juexia seemed like a sacred maiden on an iceberg—dancing the same routine, yet radiating an aura of untouchable ethereal grace.
Jiang Miao stepped forward to the center position, leading the entire team through two consecutive waves. The move was undeniably sensual, instantly sparking a wave of gasps in the comment stream.
[Shui Shui is such a gentle big sister!]
[Ahhhhhhh I’m dead!]
[Juexia’s waist! I’m hooked…]
Pei Tingsong dressed in women’s clothing purely to see Fang Juexia in a swimsuit. Once he put it on, he found dancing incredibly awkward—every move tugged at his lower body. Since girl group dances rely heavily on hip movements, he soon grew so uncomfortable he wanted to quit. He hid at the back, coasting alongside He Zi’yan.
He Ziyan wasn’t slacking at all—he was earnestly “showing off” his sex appeal. But the harder he tried, the funnier it looked. Wearing a red bikini while doing the wave, his eight-pack abs glistened in the sunset.
[Hey, you two top members, can you actually perform properly?! Could you please not make such a sexy dance look like a tiger charging down a mountain?]
[What kind of muscle-bound hottie is He Ziyan, hahaha!]
[Little Pei actually has a cleavage! More defined than mine! Having pecs is so awesome!]
During the first chorus, Lu Yuan positioned himself dead center. He flicked his ponytail, which whipped straight into Ling Yi’s face, making Ling Yi yelp in surprise. Poor Ling Yi could only cover his face and stubbornly keep performing. Then he accidentally stepped on He Ziyan’s foot, causing He Ziyan’s twisting dance moves to shift into a folk dance rhythm.
[This is turning into a comedy sketch…]
[Hahahaha I’m dying, He Ziyan your legs almost broke from being so flamboyant]
[Only Jue Xia and Miao Miao are still performing beautifully. The other four look like demons and monsters hahaha]
[This damn heart-fluttering feeling]
The six turned around, stepping their left legs out to the side. Their fingers swept upward, toes tracing a half-circle on the floor before pivoting sideways. They flopped onto the ground, performing even sexier floor moves.
Fang Juexia wore a cool expression. Though the dance moves were highly seductive, his execution remained subtle—even carrying a hint of forbidden innocence. Everyone rose from the floor, turning in unison to face away from the camera. Hands on hips, they swayed their hips left and right to the beat. The move was utterly sensual, especially with Fang Juexia’s exposed lower back—the curve of his spine was breathtakingly beautiful.
[I can’t take it]
[Too intense! Kaleido Entertainment’s sexiest girl group ever!]
In the final segment, the six members split into three pairs, forming front-and-back formations. Jiang Miao, Fang Juexia, and Ling Yi stood at the front, while He Ziyan, Pei Tingsong, and Lu Yuan positioned themselves behind them, performing highly intimate touching motions.
The bullet comments exploded.
[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[What kind of divine pairing is this?!]
Finally, they made it through the climax without incident. The six turned their backs and walked step by step toward the setting sun. Finally, they turned back in unison, panting as they performed the ending pose.
[Lip-syncing girl group kaleidoscope! Wild women descending the mountain kaleidoscope!]
