The bullet comments were flying by like they were on 2x speed. The six of them couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time.
“Pei! Ting! Song!” Ling Yi shook him by the shoulders. “Look what you drew!”
Jiang Miao and He Ziyan didn’t say a word, but both turned their heads—locking eyes for a beat.
[WOC that Water-Fire eye contact was too subtle but TOO REAL]
[Why did they instantly look at each other when they heard “pass the candy wrapper”?? 👀]
[Water-Fire CP can’t be contained!! No wonder they were top CP before TingJue blew up—they’ve got that mature couple vibe down pat…]
Fang Juexia hadn’t seen the livestream this hyped in a long time. He focused entirely on the screen.
Pass the candy wrapper… with your mouth? What kind of game even is this?
Lu Yuan was laughing so hard he rolled onto the floor. “Pei Tingsong, HAHAHA your hand is basically blessed by Buddha himself!!”
“What’s so funny? You’re playing too, aren’t you?” Pei said, holding back a full-on eye roll.
“Of course I’m playing!” Lu Yuan climbed back up. “But I’m telling you now—there’s no way you’re escaping that cringey TikTok punishment today!”
Pei raised a brow. “In your dreams. I’m not losing this one.”
Just then, the director chimed in with the official rules—exactly like the comment section guessed: each member would use their mouth to pass a piece of clear candy wrapper to the next person. The last person had to hold it for a full three seconds to succeed.
“Alright, let’s figure out the order!”
[AAAHHH THE ORDER!! I’M NERVOUS]
[PLEASE don’t separate TingJue, I’m begging!!]
[Water-Fire!! Water-Fire!! Let’s go!!]
[One Belt One Road! One Belt One Road must stay together!!]
[FangYuan supremacy!! FANGYUAN!!!!]
The CP wars had officially broken out in the comments—utter chaos.
The director’s team brought out another box, this one filled with six numbered balls.
“Everyone pick one and sit in order based on the numbers.”
[Sit in a row, kiss in a row 😳]
[Whoever wrote ‘sit in a row, kiss in a row’—you’re evil!]
[That’s the most poetic Chinese I’ve ever heard LOL]
One by one, the members reached into the box. Jiang Miao pulled out number 2.
Then it was He Ziyan’s turn. He reached in like a seasoned gambler flipping a card—slowly peeling his fingers back before revealing a smug, confident smile.
[FIRE-GE IS EITHER 1 OR 3, I’M CALLING IT]
He turned the ball toward the camera. Sure enough—it was 1.
[Erhuo: Yep, I am number 1 😌]
Then the box passed to Ling Yi.
The barrage of comments flying by on the screen looked like it was on 2x speed, and the six of them didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Pei! Ting! Song!” Ling Yi shook Pei Tingsong by the shoulders. “Look what you drew!”
Jiang Miao and He Ziyan didn’t say a word, just turned to glance at each other at the same time.
[OMG that Water-Fire eye contact is something else! Why did they look at each other the second “sugar pass” was mentioned~]
[The Water-Fire ship is sailing!! No wonder they were top CP before TingJue exploded—they’ve always had that mature couple vibe…]
Fang Juexia hadn’t seen the live chat this active in a while, so he stared intently at the screen.
Passing a candy wrapper with their mouths? What kind of game is this?
Lu Yuan laughed so hard he rolled onto the floor. “Pei Tingsong hahahahaha—blessed golden fingers from Putuo Temple!”
“What’re you laughing at? Aren’t you doing it too?” Pei Tingsong held back an eye-roll.
“Of course I am.” Lu Yuan scrambled up. “I’m telling you, this is prime short video material today!”
Pei Tingsong raised an eyebrow. “Dream on. I’m not losing this time.”
Just then, the director chimed in to announce the rules. They were exactly what the live chat had guessed: the members would pass a glass candy wrapper with their mouths, and the last person in the chain had to hold it for three seconds to win.
“Alright, time to draw your order!”
[Aaaah the order!! I’m getting hyped!]
[Dear God PLEASE don’t split TingJue!!!]
[Water-Fire! Water-Fire!!]
[One Belt One Road!!! THEY MUST BE TOGETHER!!!]
[FangYuan! FangYuan!!!]
The chat had turned into an all-out CP war, impossible to follow.
The director’s team brought out a box with six numbered balls. “Draw your number and sit accordingly!”
[Sit in a row, now kiss kiss 💋]
[LMAO who the hell said ‘sit in a row and kiss kiss’? You’re evil]
[What a beautiful use of the Chinese language 😂]
Everyone took turns drawing. Jiang Miao got number 2. When it was He Ziyan’s turn, he peeked at the number like a poker king revealing a hand, then gave a confident smile.
[Fire bro’s either #1 or #3, no question!!]
He turned the ball to show the camera. Sure enough—number 1.
[🔥: Damn right I’m number 1.]
Then it was Ling Yi’s turn.
[Is our Ling Yi a top or a bottom LMAO]
“Number 3!” Ling Yi cheered and grabbed Jiang Miao’s arm. “Yay, I’m next to Miao Miao!”
Lu Yuan rolled up his sleeves dramatically, shaking the box like dice even though there were only three balls left. Finally, with exaggerated caution, he picked one out. “Time to find out if I’m the third wheel!”
[LMAOOO is Lu Yuan the official president of the TingJue fan club or what!]
Fang Juexia was starting to get anxious. If Lu Yuan didn’t separate them, this game was about to get real awkward. Sure, passing candy with anyone was awkward—but Pei Tingsong? Just a few days ago, they were still locked in a two-year cold war, and now they were supposed to do something this intimate?
Life really comes at you fast.
“Let’s draw together,” Lu Yuan said.
The director suddenly interjected. “Lu Yuan really knows how to create drama.”
[HAHAHAHA this Northeast bro is chaotic genius]
Pei shrugged. “Fine.” They both reached into the box at the same time and pulled out a ball. Right before the reveal, Lu Yuan turned serious, even lowering his voice.
“Honestly, I still wanna pass the candy to Juexia.”
Pei Tingsong let out a cold laugh.
[OMG this is straight-up two alphas fighting over one omega energy]
[That cold laugh is so damn hot 😭]
[Wait but isn’t Fang-ge the top in the FangYuan ship? That 6-ft tall icy face is no joke]
[FangYuan nation stand tall!! ✊]
The numbers already drawn, Ling Yi opened a bag of milk candy and started passing them out. Fang Juexia took one and popped it into his mouth—the rich sweetness melting across his tongue.
[Meanwhile, our emotionless visual king couldn’t care less and is just enjoying his candy lol]
[If I had to pass a candy with that face I’d probably pass out 💀]
[Xiao Pei, do it for the moms watching!!]
[You prayed all night for good luck, now’s your moment! Get that candy pass with the pretty baby!!]
“Okay, ready? Let’s reveal together.” Lu Yuan counted down from three. Both of them turned their hands to show the numbers to the camera.
[AAAAAAAAAA PEI IS NUMBER 5!!!]
[Welp. Contestant #4 just lost his chance to kiss the pretty boy.]
[SOMEONE HOLD ME, TINGJUE IS HAPPENING. I’m running 10 laps to calm down!!]
The chat had officially lost its mind.
Fang Juexia, ever the slow one to catch on, was still slightly out of it. He hadn’t yet figured out what the fuss was or how it related to him.
[jxgg really is the unshakable calm center of this CP storm. Not a single ripple.]
[Hahaha, Fang Juexia has never really panicked before!]
[jxgg is so pretty. Wearing that cozy loungewear with the hoodie, he looks just like a quiet little bunny.]
[I’m dying of envy—can I just soul-swap into PTS already…]
It wasn’t until Jiang Miao symbolically stuffed the last remaining No. 6 ball into his hand that he suddenly realized what was happening.
“You’re the last one,” Jiang Miao said.
Seriously?
What does that even mean?
The fluffy hood of his loungewear covered his dazed head, and an unnatural flush started rising in his cheeks.
“Wait…” He took a step back and whispered to Ling Yi, “Did Pei Tingsong pass this to me?”
Ling Yi wiped an imaginary tear with exaggerated flair, sniffled, and nodded solemnly.
How did it come to this?
Fang Juexia was practically having an out-of-body experience.
The other members took their seats one by one as directed by the staff, and he was automatically placed at the very end. He Ziyan raised his hand and asked, “Would it be… easier if we stood?” He paused for a second, trying to choose his words.
[LOL “easier” is such a perfect choice of word!]
[Turning idols into chaotic gremlins is so entertaining!!]
To everyone’s surprise, the director actually agreed. “Sure.”
And so, six tall boys lined up in a row, ready to start the game.
Lu Yuan jumped in like the agent of chaos he was, “Whoever breaks the chain has to record a cringy TikTok!”
Ling Yi threw shade, “Teacher Yuan, men like you—so persistent and dramatic—are a rare breed these days.”
Lu Yuan: “Don’t fall for me. It won’t end well. Unless your hands can beat mine at flower flips.”
He Ziyan chuckled, “Maybe our little Pei’s hands are even fancier than yours.”
Pei Tingsong shrugged. “Anyway, if I lose, I’m changing my last name.”
[HAHAHA Pei Tingsong’s competitive streak is insane!]
The staff brought out a palm-sized piece of brightly colored cellophane and handed it to He Ziyan, who was first in line.
“This candy wrapper’s actually kinda pretty.” He turned around, and to minimize any chance of failure, he closed the gap between him and their leader Jiang Miao—so close their noses nearly touched. Then he pressed the wrapper to his lips and leaned in.
Ling Yi: “Ah, Fire Bro is so smart!”
The teasing began immediately. Jiang Miao took a deep breath to stifle his laughter, plugged his ears to ignore the chaos, and leaned in to take the wrapper off He Ziyan’s lips. It wasn’t easy at first—the thing was stuck on tight.
“AAAAAA THIS IS TOO INTENSE!!” Lu Yuan screeched like a rooster.
[Teacher Yuan is definitely a certified fujoshi.]
[OMG I’M GETTING A NOSEBLEED—this is basically a full-on kiss!!]
After several failed tries, the disobedient candy wrapper finally, barely, stuck to Jiang Miao’s lips. Seizing the chance, he spun around and leaned in toward an unprepared Ling Yi.
“Ah—wait! Hold up! Wait!!”
[AAAHHH IS THIS A FORCED KISS?!?! Wtf I’m shipping them NOW!!]
[Bro, Shui and Huo were totally mouth-on-mouth just now! No way that wasn’t on purpose!]
[Every fujoshi in front of the screen just flashed the creepiest little grin.]
[I’m blushingggg what is happening!!!]
Ling Yi might’ve been yelling, but his reflexes were lightning fast. His lips latched onto the wrapper like a little suction cup. Without even thinking, he spun around, tiptoed, and grabbed Lu Yuan’s shoulders before planting the wrapper on him with a big ol’ smooch. Lu Yuan’s eyes went wide in shock.
“MMMPH?!” Lu Yuan’s eyes bulged like dinner plates.
[HAHAHAHA Ling Yi is KILLING me]
[Why did the vibe suddenly turn into a slapstick comedy skit halfway through the Belt and Road?!]
[Hardcore tough guy Ling Yi! Kissing on command!]
In a panic, Lu Yuan grabbed the wrapper from Ling Yi’s mouth—but Ling Yi forgot to let go, too nervous to release his grip. Lu Yuan had no choice but to shove him away and turn to face Pei Tingsong.
[This is some messy love triangle energy!]
[Lu Yuan: “LET ME GO! I need to see my Xiao Pei!”]
[jxgg’s just standing there like a polite spectator lmao]
[Did Fang Juexia forget he’s playing too? That sweet little look he’s got while watching the chaos is killing me.]
Fang Juexia tilted his head, completely absorbed in the scene, unaware that it was almost his turn. Honestly, Pei Tingsong wasn’t doing much better—true to his usual chill, he stood with both hands in his pockets, not a trace of panic. When Lu Yuan turned to him, he just tilted his head slightly.
Lu Yuan must’ve figured something out, because the handoff was lightning fast. As soon as their lips touched, the wrapper was transferred with no fuss.
[Whoa that was fast! Coach Lu popping off!]
[Waaahhh my Xiao Pei is SO HOT. Hands in pockets, too cool for love.]
[AAAHHHH my Tingjue moment is coming!!! TINGJUE!!!!]
[TINGJUEEEEEEE]
[I’m waiting for the KISS OF THE CENTURY!!!!]
The comments on screen exploded like a firework factory.
There must have been some emotional lag, because Fang Juexia only just now started to feel nervous—way later than he should’ve. His heart began to beat erratically, in a way that felt strangely unfamiliar.
Pei Tingsong, still with his hands stuffed casually in his pockets, turned around. The lower half of his handsome face was covered by the semi-transparent candy wrapper, refracting soft, prismatic light that dulled his usual sharpness.
He was unapologetically radiant.
The living room lights pierced through the glass lenses in front of his eyes, melting into that pair of fiercely intense eyes.
At some indiscernible moment, the flow of awareness began to congeal. Everything slowed, like a long-take in a montage bathed in a glassy filter of translucent hues.
Pei Tingsong didn’t take a step forward. He simply tilted his head, leaned down—and began to draw closer.
Closer, like a kiss.
Fang Juexia didn’t know what was happening to him. He wasn’t exactly resisting, but his body acted on its own. Instinctively, he took half a step back.
That tiny retreat shattered the softness in Pei Tingsong’s gaze, replaced instantly by the razor-edge of his competitive drive. He pulled his right hand from his pocket, swiftly removed his glasses, and then grabbed the back of Fang Juexia’s neck in one decisive motion—dragging him forward, refusing to let him back away.
And in that same instant, Pei Tingsong’s own breath faltered.
The glass candy wrapper, displaced by the rush of air, slipped from his lips. It fluttered, light and defiant, slowly falling.
“Oh no—”
“It’s over—it’s a fail!”
Even Fang Juexia was sure they’d lost. He was certain that the kiss—that strange, troubling kiss—wouldn’t happen. The punishment would skip him. By all logic, he should have felt relief.
But he didn’t.
Was it really going to end like this?
No one could have predicted just how fierce Pei Tingsong’s competitive streak ran.
In the very next heartbeat, everyone froze in disbelief.
Pei Tingsong bent down, tilted his head just slightly, and caught the falling wrapper once again—with his mouth.
Like a predator pouncing on its prey, smooth and seamless, not a beat missed.
His right hand still gripped the back of Fang Juexia’s neck. His left came up to cradle his face.
Then he surged forward.
And in that moment, Fang Juexia’s scattered soul snapped back into place.
The whispering crinkle of the fragile candy film. The involuntary press of two soft mouths. A heartbeat that stuttered, then stalled. Every sensory detail clashed and collided in that one chaotic second.
The glass wrapper blurred reason.
Victory—or defeat—burst into a kiss.
