“Ming Che ge, do you think this place looks like the graffiti wall in your picture?”

As soon as they got out of the car, Yu Cheng eagerly helped him look for the place. Ming Che took out the picture to compare and shook his head.

“It’s not here. Let’s walk a bit further.”

The street became more bustling as they moved forward, with many shops and restaurants lining the road. Ming Che bought two cups of juice and handed one to Yu Cheng.

“Thanks, Ming Che ge.” Yu Cheng accepted it with a big smile and suddenly pointed ahead, “Ming Che ge, look, isn’t that the place? Even the street sign looks exactly the same.”

Yu Cheng really found it. He took out his phone and volunteered to take a verification photo for Ming Che, who smiled at the camera.

“Ming Che ge, strike a few more poses. The photos look really good.”

Ming Che turned his head, looking elsewhere.

“Looks great.” Yu Cheng quickly pressed the shutter, but the screen turned black.

Ming Che covered the lens with his hand.

“Alright, let’s go find your place.”

…

They spent most of the day outside. By noon, the five of them had contacted each other and met at a restaurant for lunch. In the afternoon, the program team arranged a new itinerary.

In the evening, the five of them went grocery shopping at the supermarket, bought ingredients, and went home to cook. Before entering, Ming Che glanced at the car parked outside, then followed the others inside as if nothing had happened.

Cooking together was quick, and soon they were eating. After dinner, they chatted in the living room as usual and went to their rooms to rest around eleven.

Since it was no longer filming time, Ming Che informed the program team, put on a coat, and left with his hat on.

He walked alone on the street, with a car slowly following him from a distance. Ming Che stopped at a place where the house was completely out of sight.

The car behind gradually caught up and finally stopped at a distance from him. Ming Che walked over and knocked on the rear window.

There was no response for a long time, so Ming Che took out his phone and sent a message.

[Open the door.]

With two beeps, the car unlocked, and Ming Che opened the door and got in.

It was much warmer inside the car. Ming Che turned to look at the person beside him, who was also looking at him. The driver opened the door and got out, leaving the space for them.

“Did you have fun?”

“?”

Ah, he actually showed such a wronged expression. Ming Che suddenly realized how complex and changeable human emotions are. He used to think he knew what Wen Lin was thinking, but now he’s not so sure.

Ming Che looked at him innocently, “I was filming a show. What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing, I just…”

Wen Lin opened his mouth, clearly wanting to say something, but it turned into a sigh, “I don’t know either.”

Even though he had heard Ming Che say he liked him, why did he still feel uneasy?

“You know, tell me what you’re thinking.”

Ming Che took off his hat and leaned closer to look at him.

“I don’t want to guess.”

Ming Che’s light-colored eyes were like a pool of spring water, silently drawing people in under the night sky.

Under his gaze, Wen Lin spoke, “Do you really like me?”

“Why would you ask that?”

Wen Lin fell silent again.

Ming Che held his hand, interlocking their fingers, leaned closer, and touched his lips, noticing his softened attitude, and directly pried open his lips.

Wen Lin was kissed until he leaned against the car window. His kissing skills were still the same, and he could only gasp with his mouth slightly open when kissed hard.

“Why do you think I don’t like you?”

Wen Lin looked at him, his eyes glistening, and turned his head with a troubled expression.

“Don’t you have any other thoughts about me?”

Besides kissing and hugging, more intimate things.

Ming Che was stunned for a moment, seeing Wen Lin’s ears turn red, tilted his head to think, and hugged him, whispering in his ear.

“Can you take me home tonight?”

Naturally, no one would disagree. Wen Lin came here alone, the driver and car were rented, and the place he stayed was a hotel.

The environment was okay, the bathtub was large, and they took a bath together. The hotel room’s lighting was perfect for what they were about to do.

Ming Che pushed him onto the bed and asked one last question.

“Are you sure you want your first time to be here?”

“Less talk.”

Wen Lin pulled the belt of Ming Che’s robe, tugging him forward.

“Are you going to do it or not?”

Since the host said so, there’s no reason to be polite. Beneath Ming Che’s gentle and handsome exterior lies a beast with immense destructive power, though most of the time, the beast is dormant.

After a tender and gentle foreplay, Wen Lin was already dizzy. Ming Che felt that he would answer anything now.

“Why do you like me?”

“Because…”

Wen Lin reached out to touch his face, his eyes narrowing like a cat’s.

“You’re good-looking.”

Ming Che hummed, lightly biting him, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.

It had reached a point where they couldn’t stop. Wen Lin’s expression was dazed, seemingly confused about the current situation.

“What’s wrong, don’t you like it?”

Ming Che brushed away his sweat-dampened hair.

Wen Lin shook his head, “It’s just a bit strange.”

“It’s okay, as long as you don’t hate it.”

Ming Che smiled at him, and Wen Lin’s attention was quickly drawn away until he felt something unusual below.

“Did I hurt you?”

Ming Che carefully observed his expression, thinking he might have made a mistake somewhere. Even at this time, he could apologize with an incredibly gentle face.

“Sorry, it’s my first time.”

How could anyone be angry with him?

Wen Lin thought, after all, he couldn’t do it.

“It’s okay.”

“Mm… then I’ll continue.”

Finally, it was over. After Ming Che lay down, Wen Lin hooked his neck and leaned over.

A good night’s sleep, at six in the morning, Ming Che’s phone rang. He couldn’t stay here too long; he still had filming tasks to return to.

Ming Che gently removed Wen Lin’s hand, sat up, and started getting dressed. Wen Lin was awakened by his movements, opened his eyes to look at him, and suddenly grabbed his hand tightly.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to film the show.”

Wen Lin’s eyes gradually cleared, as if finally realizing this, slowly letting go of his hand, watching Ming Che get dressed.

“You and that guy…”

“You mean Yu Cheng?”

Wen Lin found the name familiar but couldn’t remember where he had heard it.

“Don’t get too close to him.”

“Like?”

“Zipping up his jacket.”

So he saw that too. Ming Che suddenly thought he was quite tolerant, not planning to expose it. If he hadn’t actively sought him out, he might have endured until the filming ended.

“I’ll come to see you tonight.”

Ming Che was already dressed, glanced back at Wen Lin.

“Don’t go out today, rest well in the room.”

Wen Lin didn’t understand his meaning at first, until he sat up and felt a soreness from somewhere, causing him to fall back down.

Last night seemed a bit too chaotic.

Ming Che returned to the filming residence, freshened up, and came out of the room with the recording equipment.

Others were awake too, and the early risers headed to the kitchen. They divided tasks and started preparing breakfast.

“Did you sleep well last night, Ming Che ge?”

Yu Cheng stood next to him, frying eggs.

“Not bad.”

Ming Che stirred the pasta in the pot with chopsticks, pouring sauce into the pot.

The man wore a white turtleneck sweater, making his skin look even fairer. As he moved, the sleeve slipped down, revealing a fleeting bite mark on his wrist.

Yu Cheng didn’t think much of it, assuming he saw it wrong, and placed the fried eggs on a plate.

Once everyone was gathered, they started eating breakfast. Afterward, they received their task cards for the day as usual.

Ming Che didn’t know if Wen Lin would obediently stay in the hotel to rest, so he observed the surroundings on the way, not spotting the black car.

[977, did you notice anything?]

[No, Wen Lin isn’t nearby.]

Ming Che was completely at ease, focusing on completing the filming tasks. Although his assistant accompanied him, they rarely appeared unless Ming Che contacted them.

Two-thirds of the filming time had passed in the blink of an eye. In the evening, they returned to the residence, and after dinner, it was free time again.

“Ming Che ge.”

As Ming Che was changing clothes in his room, planning to go out, he heard someone calling him from outside. He opened the door and saw Yu Cheng holding something.