Chapter 13: Who Is That Man?

The day dawned, and Life Assistant Li Li brought breakfast to Xiao Yibo, noticing a scarf hanging on the balcony.

“Teacher Xiao, was it cold last night?” Although it was July, the sea breeze at night might have indeed been chilly.

“…A little, so I wrapped it around myself while reading the script on the balcony.”

Li Li observed that it was a winter scarf and not from a well-known brand. “Should I buy you a summer scarf today?”

“No need, this one is fine, very comfortable.”

“Oh…”

Hearing that many artists have peculiar habits, Li Li didn’t press further.

After finishing breakfast, Xiao Yibo headed to the film set. While waiting for his scene, he logged into Luo Tiancheng’s live stream to see what he was up to.

Damn it, he’s playing games with He Yinhui again!

He called Lao Wei: “After this drama wraps up, don’t accept any more roles for me. I can’t stay on set for too long.”

“Oh dear, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just feel uncomfortable being away from City B for too long.”

“…Alright, alright. If you don’t want such lucrative work, I can’t force you… By the way, would you accept roles filmed in City B?”

Xiao Yibo thought for a moment and replied, “Yes.”

“That’s good.”

After hanging up, Xiao Yibo saw someone sending gifts to Luo Tiancheng in the live stream, wishing him a speedy recovery. Luo Tiancheng politely thanked them.

“Recovery? What happened to him?”

Xiao Yibo frowned and quickly checked the information they mentioned, piecing it together:

Two days ago, he had a car accident and fractured his calf.

Xiao Yibo wished he could fly back to City B immediately… But given his relationship with Luo Tiancheng, they weren’t close enough for him to visit, were they?

What to do…

Three minutes later, twenty Rockets were sent in Luo Tiancheng’s “Wuyue Qingfeng” live stream!

Luo Tiancheng was stunned by these Rockets!

“Thank you so much, ‘You Don’t Remember Me.’ I remember you; my first Rocket was from you! Thank you so much!”

Fans were also amazed: “This is definitely the top donor!”

“Or maybe the top donor is a sister.”

“The profile says male.”

Luo Tiancheng asked on mic: “Top donor, are you online in the game now? I can team up with you.”

Just then, the director called Xiao Yibo for his scene, so “You Don’t Remember Me” abruptly left the live stream.

This left Luo Tiancheng and the fans bewildered.

“What’s the deal with this guy? He sends money and then leaves?”

“Could he be our host’s dad?”

“Maybe he had something urgent to attend to.”

“I even suspect it’s a secret account our host created himself.”

Luo Tiancheng explained: “I don’t know who he is, but I’m very grateful to him, and to all the fans who sent gifts. Today, I’ll team up with three more people. Please join the group.”

…

After ending the live stream that night, Luo Tiancheng pondered how to spend his Game Coins.

“If I secretly send the photo in the middle of the night and then immediately retract it, I can just say I sent it to the wrong person the next day, right? But I only have He Yinhui’s WeChat. How do I add the other two? If I send an email, does retracting it count?”

After all, with his leg injured, everything was very inconvenient for him that day.

After much deliberation, Luo Tiancheng gritted his teeth and spent 888 Game Coins to purchase the “Super Sexy Lingerie” from the in-game store.

Before purchasing, he had always thought it was just an electronic outfit in the phone, something akin to AI dressing people up.

But after he paid with Game Coins, a box appeared on the bed, containing the sexy lingerie. Black, silk, with multiple holes…

“…Oh my god, this is truly supernatural! This phone must have been invented by a god!”

Luo Tiancheng picked up the lingerie and looked at it… his face turned red.

“Do I really have to wear this? I…”

Suddenly, out of selfishness, Luo Tiancheng really wanted to wear this in front of He Yinhui.

Unfortunately, they weren’t at that stage in their relationship yet.

“Sigh…”

With his leg in a cast, Luo Tiancheng found it inconvenient to take a shower. He simply wiped himself down with alcohol wipes, then hopped on one foot to wash his hair.

He struggled to put on the lingerie, sat on the bed, and looked at himself in the mirror.

“Oh my… this… this…”

Luo Tiancheng’s body felt hot.

“Yinhui, if you were here…”

Luo Tiancheng had always been low on desire, but that night, he thought of He Yinhui and couldn’t sleep at all.

As dawn approached, Luo Tiancheng figured this was the time when He Yinhui would be in his deepest sleep. He took a very embarrassing photo of himself with his phone, sent it to He Yinhui on WeChat, and immediately withdrew it.

“Yin…hui…”

Luo Tiancheng finally fell into a deep sleep.

At that moment, He Yinhui, who had just gotten up for a midnight bathroom break, stared at his phone in shock.

“Just now…”

Yes, he had seen it.

Even though Luo Tiancheng had withdrawn it immediately, he had still seen it.

“Is he… really gay? And did he really spend the whole night struggling with that cast on? Or was he with someone else…”

Looking at the withdrawn message, He Yinhui couldn’t help but suspect that Luo Tiancheng had mistakenly sent him a photo meant for a bed partner.

“Luo Tiancheng is so naive, I hope he hasn’t been fooled by someone…”

He Yinhui couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, so he decided not to go back to sleep. After washing up, he got in his car and headed out.

Passing by a breakfast stall, he bought Luo Tiancheng’s favorite soup dumplings and got himself a egg pancake, then drove straight to Luo Tiancheng’s rented apartment.

“Knock knock knock!”

“Knock knock knock!”

…

He Yinhui kept knocking until Luo Tiancheng finally woke up: “Who is it?”

“It’s me!”

“Brother He?!?!?”

Luo Tiancheng was instantly awake!

“You… wait a moment, my leg isn’t convenient!”

Without time to take off the lingerie, Luo Tiancheng quickly grabbed a robe to throw over it, hastily put it on, grabbed his crutch, and went to open the door.

“Brother, why are you here?”

He Yinhui placed the breakfast on the table: “Why am I here? Can’t I just come?”

“Of course, of course you can!”

“How’s your leg?”

“Same as usual, not too painful.”

He Yinhui noticed there was no one else in the room, thinking that Luo Tiancheng’s bed partner must have left.

The room was filled with the scent of Photinia, but judging by Luo Tiancheng’s demeanor, he must have gotten used to it and couldn’t even smell it anymore.

“Go wash up and have breakfast, I need to talk to you about something later.”

“Okay.”

When Luo Tiancheng returned from washing up, He Yinhui had already finished his egg pancake and was getting water from the dispenser.

Luo Tiancheng was extremely nervous: Did he see that photo? How should I explain it?

On one hand, he really hoped He Yinhui had seen the photo and that it might attract him a little. On the other hand, he was afraid He Yinhui would dislike him because of it.

“These soup dumplings are so delicious!”

Luo Tiancheng deliberately brought up other topics to observe He Yinhui’s reactions. Unfortunately, the man often remained expressionless, and Luo Tiancheng couldn’t discern anything.

After he finished eating, He Yinhui asked, “So, who is that man?”