“If you don’t tell me, I’ll think about it all night,” Luo Yu said.

“Then keep thinking, over and over again,” Gu Xiaowei said, waving the hand holding a cigarette in front of Luo Yu’s face. His fingertip brushed against Luo Yu’s nose, like teasing a child.

Luo Yu immediately grabbed his wrist, keeping his gaze fixed on Gu Xiaowei. He turned his face slightly and bit down on the cigarette in Gu Xiaowei’s hand, taking it between his lips.

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Gu Xiaowei’s hand remained in the air as Luo Yu took a step back, straightened up, and smiled at him.

“Who hasn’t crossed the line before?” Luo Yu said, taking a light drag.

“What?” Gu Xiaowei asked.

“Take a guess,” Luo Yu flicked the ash off the cigarette, exuding a bit of carefree charm as the sparks by his lips flickered. He walked past Gu Xiaowei without a care.

And then he left.

The next episode of the drama started, and Xiao Qin and Ye Shengyi were excited. The duck necks were finished, leaving a pile of bones on the coffee table in front of the couch, where Luo Yu happened to sit down beside them.

“Brother Luo, aren’t you watching with Brother Gu?” Xiao Qin asked curiously.

“We spend enough time acting together. Do I really need to discuss the drama with him too? Let me catch my breath,” Luo Yu said half-jokingly.

The others immediately chimed in in agreement.

Gu Xiaowei stood above them, looking down at the top of Luo Yu’s head and his pale neck.

His left hand was still clenched, never loosening.

Because earlier, on the terrace, when Luo Yu took away that cigarette, his lips had brushed against Gu Xiaowei’s palm.

It felt like an unintentional move, yet also like a deliberate test.

After two episodes of “Counterattack”, there was a heated discussion online, with many enthusiastic fans and abundant spontaneous reactions.

The underwater scene between Gu Xiaowei and Luo Yu was particularly buzzworthy, with audiences praising their realistic acting and the intense atmosphere they created.

The clip was replayed endlessly by viewers on video platforms.

There were even three trending topics related to the drama.

While many praised Gu Xiaowei for being the ratings king, Luo Yu was given his first positive label: “Hidden Gem Actor.” There aren’t many young actors who can portray such a complex character like Bai Ying.

That night, while Luo Yu was still studying the script, Sister Cui called.

“Han Yang called me right after watching the latest two episodes! He said that no matter when ‘Beast and Rose’ wraps up, the drama he’s producing will wait for you!”

Luo Yu was stunned. “You mean… once this movie is done, I’ll be the lead?”

“Yes! Are you excited? Happy? Even President Jiang is looking out for this lead role for you! He was planning to invite Han Yang to a meeting, but now it’s Han Yang inviting him!”

Luo Yu closed his eyes and smiled, imagining Jiang Yinchuan’s smug expression.

“Oh, and have you heard of the brand PURE COLOUR?”

Luo Yu’s heart skipped a beat. Wasn’t that the brand of aftershave Gu Xiaowei used?

“I know. Their aftershave smells great.”

“They’ve just launched a new line that focuses on soothing effects after tightening. The tagline fits your vibe perfectly, so they want you to endorse this series.”

Luo Yu touched the tip of his nose and asked with a smile, “Which series?”

“The Downfall series—because of you, sobriety is a crime.”

What an interesting tagline. Someday, he’d have to make Gu Xiaowei use it, so he could experience what “sobriety is a crime” really means.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“The episode of ‘Burn, Little Cosmos’ you participated in set a record for the show’s highest replay rate in three years! Even if you don’t want to be a permanent guest, Director Xu Mu still hopes you can record another episode before ‘Storm’ airs! You can’t avoid promoting the show, right?”

“They can invite the lead actor, Cheng Fei.”

“Uh… It’s a good idea to showcase your bromance with Cheng Fei. But if it’s just him… people might worry he’ll end up starting a world war with He Mu.”

“Hahaha! Knowing Cheng Fei, that’s entirely possible! He’d roast He Mu until he passes out.”

“Which, for the show… might be great for ratings too.”

“But He Mu probably wouldn’t appreciate that kind of attention.”

“Speaking of He Mu, his resources have noticeably downgraded lately. First, ‘Burn, Little Cosmos’ proposed lowering his appearance fee for the next season. He Mu refused, and both sides have been fighting over it. Although it hasn’t blown up on social media yet, the higher-ups at the show have already decided that if He Mu won’t agree to the fee cut, they won’t renew his contract.”

Luo Yu’s expression darkened. He could use He Mu as a cautionary tale—knowing which paths not to take, which directions to avoid.

“It was inevitable. He Mu’s overexposure in variety shows has lessened his chemistry with the programs, and his appeal to viewers is fading. The production team isn’t stupid; if the ratings don’t improve, they’re not going to keep throwing money at him.”

“The key issue is that ‘Burn, Little Cosmos”’s decision to lower He Mu’s fee has spread in the industry, and other variety shows are making similar demands. Plus, the luxury brand that had been negotiating with He Mu has now reached out to you!” Sister Cui’s excitement was evident.

Luo Yu had never paid much attention to luxury brands. He was a fashion black hole, so he could only listen with a smile as Sister Cui spoke.

“Although it’s just as a brand ambassador and not the spokesperson, at least now you won’t have to worry about borrowing clothes for important events! Doesn’t it feel like every day ‘Counterattack’ airs, your resources level up?”

Luo Yu laughed, “You just mentioned they’re also talking with He Mu. Won’t it be awkward if he’s the spokesperson and I’m the ambassador?”

“Don’t be silly! The fact they’re approaching you means they’re considering dropping He Mu! Look at He Mu—what has he done lately that’s worth mentioning? Even for the young general role he’s currently playing, he had to take a sick leave after two days of wirework. It’s said that the director was so furious, he and the producer raised hell at Ou Juntao’s office, demanding a replacement! But Dijun Media has no other decent actors to offer!”

Luo Yu lowered his eyes and smiled. This industry’s fortunes change quickly; maybe very soon He Mu would get a taste of the five years of obscurity Luo Yu had experienced.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Yu turned to look outside the door. The sound of running water in the bathroom hadn’t stopped, but Gu Xiaowei had been in there for almost twenty minutes.

Luo Yu narrowed his eyes. For a man with such excellent physical fitness to stay in the bathroom for so long—it was bound to stir some imaginative thoughts.

A mischievous idea crept into his mind.

Luo Yu approached the door and leaned against it. “Teacher Gu, you’ve been in there a while. Are you out of oxygen? Fainted? Need me to come in and save you?”

After a second or two, the door suddenly opened, and the steam from the hot water billowed out through the crack, moistening Luo Yu’s eyelashes and bangs with a fine mist.

Luo Yu’s eyes met Gu Xiaowei’s, dark as the depths of the ocean, and the feeling of being overwhelmed crept over him once more.

A towel was wrapped around Gu Xiaowei’s waist, his shoulder and abdominal muscles sharply defined. His previously cool gaze suddenly burned when it landed on Luo Yu, making Luo Yu feel strangely tense.

“If I had passed out from lack of oxygen, how would you save me?” Gu Xiaowei’s gaze flickered with amusement.

“Step one, drag you out,” Luo Yu replied.

Gu Xiaowei leaned against the door without moving, leaving only two fists’ worth of space between them.

Even through his casual clothes and Gu Xiaowei’s towel, Luo Yu could feel the heat emanating from his body.

“And step two?” Gu Xiaowei asked, not in a hurry to leave.

“Cardiac resuscitation,” Luo Yu said. He had originally wanted to say mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but who knows where the conversation would lead if he said that.

Gu Xiaowei didn’t move closer, still maintaining the distance. “I thought it should be mouth-to-mouth.”

Luo Yu had the impulse to pat him on the shoulder but felt awkward since Gu Xiaowei wasn’t wearing a shirt and was still slightly damp. He hesitated.

Though mostly because he had ulterior motives and felt guilty.

“Don’t worry. I’ll perform that mouth-to-mouth scene perfectly!”

Gu Xiaowei’s smile deepened. “The scene in the script is cardiac resuscitation, not mouth-to-mouth. If you’re really eager to learn, I can practice with you.”

Just cardiac resuscitation?

Luo Yu felt a twinge of disappointment.

“The director specifically arranged for professional first aid personnel to teach me hands-on,” Luo Yu politely replied.

“I meant mouth-to-mouth.”

Before Luo Yu could react, Gu Xiaowei had already walked back to his room.

Luo Yu opened his mouth, about to say something, when he heard the “click” of Gu Xiaowei locking the door.

One moment it’s cardiac resuscitation, the next it’s mouth-to-mouth—it’s enough to make one’s brain spin in circles. And he just left? Although Luo Yu wasn’t sure if the other was teasing him or just in a good mood after a bath and speaking casually.

Damn, if you’re so good, go lock the door forever.

Luo Yu entered the bathroom, then remembered he hadn’t brought a change of clothes, so he turned back to his room.

He sighed, scratching the back of his head, feeling like he was outmatched. One ambiguous, sudden move from Gu Xiaowei could throw him off completely, yet no matter how Luo Yu provoked him, Gu Xiaowei’s emotions always seemed perfectly controlled, yielding no results.

If he were truly in his early twenties, Luo Yu would’ve already stormed in, grabbed the other’s collar, and said, “If you don’t mean it, stop messing with me.”

But the problem was, he cared too much about him, afraid of making a wrong move, and losing even the chance to joke around without awkwardness in the future.

Someday, if I truly get my hands on you, you’ll be begging to live but unable to die.

Luo Yu picked up his clothes and headed back to the bathroom.

He deliberately turned off the ventilation, as if that could somehow let him stay in the other’s lingering presence.

Looking up, standing where Gu Xiaowei had showered earlier, Luo Yu took a deep breath. Besides the usual scent of his body wash, there was a faint hint of musk.

Luo Yu frowned, feeling the need to clear out the junk in his mind. Was this some sort of “old flames reigniting, everything becoming a threat” situation?

With a splash, he turned on the hot water and took a proper shower.

When he came out, Gu Xiaowei’s door was still closed, so Luo Yu returned to his own room.

He had just put his things down when, in the next instant, he drew a sharp breath.

There, by his bedside, was a picture frame, but it didn’t contain an oil painting—it was a sketch.

It was from tonight’s broadcast of “Counterattack”, when Bai Ying was submerged in water and lost consciousness.

His hair floated in the water, and though his eyes were closed, his expression was ethereal, evoking a desire for destruction that was both fragile and powerful. The contrast between the black and white and the light and shadows was stark.

But this stark contrast was like a rift in an abyss, allowing no light in, with all kinds of mad, deviant desires seeping through.

The rough, frenzied strokes somehow conveyed a barely restrained, on-the-edge-of-collapse intensity.

In that moment, Luo Yu’s heart was gripped and lifted to its peak, the feeling even stronger than when he had been watching the drama with Gu Xiaowei, shoulder to shoulder, earlier.

With every step closer, he moved nearer to a veiled, burning desire.

From the first stroke to the last, the force behind the pencil and the wild emotions of the artist were apparent.

For the first time, Luo Yu felt as though he’d been captured by a drawing.

His fingers touched it, the indentations of the lines etched into the paper were so clear.

When had Gu Xiaowei drawn this sketch?

When Luo Yu had been on the phone with Sister Cui? But didn’t Gu Xiaowei go to take a shower?

So it must’ve been while Luo Yu was in the bathroom… Just how skilled was he, to finish a drawing so quickly?

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And why had he placed it in Luo Yu’s room, framed so carefully, almost ceremoniously, as if it were a confession?

Luo Yu ruffled his hair, took a deep breath, and grabbed the drawing, walking to Gu Xiaowei’s door, knocking forcefully.

“Gu Xiaowei, open the door.”

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He glanced at Brother Yan, who was driving in the front, and Ye Shengyi in the passenger seat, both clearly straining to overhear their conversation.

As for Xiao Qin in the backseat, she was leaning forward, trying to eavesdrop too.

Luo Yu promptly reached out and pushed Xiao Qin’s head back. “Sit properly! You’ll tumble over if there’s a sudden stop.”

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Xiao Qin pouted, rubbing her head. “You two are so unfair, whispering without letting us in on it!”

Luo Yu laughed, “We were just saying, Xiao Qin, you’ve been eating too well recently. Not only has your face rounded out, but so has your belly…”

Xiao Qin immediately covered her ears, “I won’t listen! I won’t listen! You’re rambling nonsense!”

Luo Yu turned back, only to find Gu Xiaowei, arms crossed and eyes closed, resting. He didn’t feel it was appropriate to say anything to disturb him.

He touched the back of his head, the spot where Gu Xiaowei had just held him.

If that had been a joke, Gu Xiaowei’s strength was no joke—Luo Yu doubted his head would remain intact if it weren’t made of iron.

Sighing, Luo Yu realized he had to seriously consider a question: could he win in a fight against Gu Xiaowei, a master of seven levels of sanda?

What if Gu Xiaowei had no feelings for him and decided to end things with a final brutal fight? The very thought made his bones ache.

And what if… what if he did have feelings? Given Gu Xiaowei’s quiet, explosive nature, the thought made Luo Yu’s bones ache even more.

Maybe he should buy insurance—if he lost an arm or a leg, at least he might get some medical compensation.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” Gu Xiaowei glanced at Luo Yu.

“I was thinking… falling in love with Gu Xiaowei must be a high-risk endeavor. With your strength, you could accidentally snap someone’s bones.”

“You could try. I can be very dangerous, but also very gentle.”

Seeing Gu Xiaowei’s hand reaching out without any hint of gentleness, Luo Yu quickly dodged, but still got his hair ruffled.

Before they knew it, the car pulled up outside their villa. Luo Yu was still squeezing his hand, and Xiao Qin couldn’t wait any longer, tapping him on the shoulder, “Brother Luo, aren’t you and Brother Gu getting out?”

“Oh, right! Of course!” Luo Yu seized his chance and tried to mess up Gu Xiaowei’s hair.

But before his fingers could even brush the strands, Gu Xiaowei suddenly grabbed his hand, squeezed his fingers together with an effortless grip, and applied just enough force to make Luo Yu wince in pain.

“Gu Xiaowei, are you trying to kill me?” Luo Yu shouted.

Gu Xiaowei opened his eyes, locking gazes with him. “You started it.”

“Where did I attack you?” Luo Yu slapped Gu Xiaowei’s hand, “Let go! My bones are about to crack!”

Gu Xiaowei gave a small chuckle, releasing his grip, then stepped out of the van, casually crossing over Luo Yu’s legs and tossing out one final remark.

“Do you really not know where you were trying to attack?”

Standing outside the car, Xiao Qin, Brotjer Yan, and Ye Shengyi all stared at Luo Yu with wide-eyed surprise, as if he had done something scandalous.

Luo Yu remained calm as he exited the vehicle, but while changing into his slippers, Ye Shengyi whispered, “Bro, where exactly were you trying to attack Brother Gu?”

Luo Yu threw an arm around Ye Shengyi. “Where do you think?”

“Hehe, I’m still young. I won’t take part in your suggestive banter.”

Luo Yu pinched Ye Shengyi’s cheek hard. “Still young?”

“Ouch, ouch… let go…”

“What were you driving? Tell me, what were you driving?” (TN: driving=thinking, usually something inappropriate)

“A… a bicycle…”

“You think you deserve a bicycle?”

“A tricycle for toddlers…”

“Keep overthinking, and next time, you’ll be in a wheelchair,” Luo Yu let go of Ye Shengyi.

The boy bolted away in a flash.

Luo Yu turned back, only to meet Gu Xiaowei’s gaze.

It was as if Gu Xiaowei hadn’t left the filming mode, his expression unreadable. Just as Luo Yu was wondering what to say, Gu Xiaowei’s face softened, and he quietly said, “Let’s eat.”

Luo Yu nodded, but he couldn’t shake the strange feeling—the same shift in attitude Lu Pingfeng had when looking at others compared to Wen Yuchi.

After dinner, Brother Yan and the others claimed the sofa in the living room.

Xiao Qin somehow managed to bring back some duck neck and soda, the crack of the drinks opening making the room feel like a college dorm.

Ye Shengyi, wearing plastic gloves, waved a piece of duck neck at Luo Yu, “Want some, Brother Luo?”

“I…”

Before Luo Yu could respond, Gu Xiaowei’s arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him away.

“Let’s go watch upstairs.”

Luo Yu waved goodbye to them as he was dragged off.

Xiao Qin leaned toward Brother Yan and Ye Shengyi, “Don’t you guys think Brother Gu loves spending time alone with Brother Luo?”

“Maybe it’s awkward for him to watch the shows he’s acted in with us,” Brother Yan said.

Ye Shengyi made up a random excuse, “Maybe it’s more convenient for driving.”

Then, Xiao Qin and Brother Yan’s fists landed on his head, one on the left, one on the right.

Upstairs, Luo Yu didn’t go directly to Gu Xiaowei’s room but changed into lounge pants before knocking on his door.

Gu Xiaowei was already leaning against the headboard, finding the right TV channel. Luo Yu sat down on the other side.

The drama continued at a high pace, with intense developments. The plot had reached the point where Bai Ying was thrown into the sewer by his enemy, struggling as Yan Ye recklessly jumped in to save him.

Underwater, Bai Ying’s hair floated in the murky light, making him look like a captivating water spirit.

Luo Yu sat cross-legged, propping his chin on his hand, and at that moment, he had to admire the director’s camera work; it was so good that he felt like jumping into the water to rescue Bai Ying himself.

“Now, this is a true flower of the other shore.” (TN: spider lily)

Even if he sank into hell, he would take with him all the worldly desires, fueling the flames of purgatory even more fiercely.

Gu Xiaowei’s voice broke the silence, cold and restrained as always, making Luo Yu wonder: If Bai Ying, struggling underwater, heard a voice like this, would he abandon all his love, hatred, and desires, waiting for him to save him?

Underwater, Yan Ye looked at Bai Ying face-to-face, slapping his cheeks, trying to call his name, but only bubbles came out.

“What were you thinking at that moment?” Luo Yu asked.

It was something he’d been curious about—what made Gu Xiaowei not follow the script’s simple direction but instead repeatedly lift him up?

“Thinking of you,” Gu Xiaowei said softly.

Only three words, yet Luo Yu’s entire body tensed up, as if a faint electric current ran through his veins.

The screen displayed scenes full of strength and determination.

Underwater, Yan Ye’s expression was fierce and wild, as though it wasn’t Bai Ying struggling for life, but himself.

Usually ruthless and resolute, Bai Ying looked like a drifting broken branch or fallen leaf, with Yan Ye as his only lifeline.

Luo Yu’s gaze was fully captured by Yan Ye. It wasn’t just his shoulders straining with effort, even the veins on his neck bulged. It wasn’t so much a rescue as it was a desperate plundering.

He was seizing Bai Ying from the clutches of worldly desires and death itself.

Each time Yan Ye lifted Bai Ying to the surface, it was like an endless declaration of possession.

A scene that lasted only a few seconds felt like an eternity to Luo Yu.

Something deep in his soul seemed to be pierced by Yan Ye’s efforts, and even though Gu Xiaowei sat quietly beside him, as if he wasn’t there, Luo Yu’s breathing and heartbeat were entirely under the other’s control.

Finally, Bai Ying and Yan Ye climbed out, relying on each other’s strength. As they leaned against the well’s edge, water poured off their bodies back into the depths, and Luo Yu felt warmth rise in his chest and eyes.

Yan Ye closed his eyes, half-tilting his head back to let out a heavy exhale. To most people, it was a breath of relief, but to Luo Yu, it felt like an immense spiritual satisfaction—because from this point forward, Bai Ying would trust him completely.

And what about Gu Xiaowei?

Was each approach, each act of care, also a form of… conquest?

The episode ended with Yan Ye and Bai Ying, drenched, sitting at the entrance of a convenience store smoking, just before Bai Ying was about to reveal his connection to Bai Zhongxing.

Sharing his discontent and unwillingness with another person signified that Bai Ying had fully entrusted his faith to Yan Ye. From this moment on, even if Bai Ying suspected Yan Ye might be an undercover cop, he would indulge him without caring about the cost—even if it meant his life.

The credits rolled, with a sorrowful, low melody giving way to a powerful, intense high note.

Gu Xiaowei turned slightly toward Luo Yu, leaning in closer.

Instinctively, Luo Yu leaned back, but Gu Xiaowei’s hand was already propped on his left side, the other hand reaching around to lift the pillow behind Luo Yu.

Through the pillow, it almost felt like Gu Xiaowei embraced him.

From this angle, Luo Yu could see the contours of Gu Xiaowei’s brow and nose, exuding a masculine beauty that made his heart race.

But the next second, Gu Xiaowei grabbed a pack of cigarettes from under the pillow, releasing Luo Yu without a second thought and getting out of bed.

In that moment, all the warmth and scent belonging to Gu Xiaowei vanished. Luo Yu ruffled his hair, almost muttering a curse under his breath.

Was this guy doing it on purpose?

Who hides cigarettes under a pillow? There wasn’t even an agent coming to check!

And did Gu Xiaowei even have a smoking habit?

In their previous life, Luo Yu hadn’t seen him smoke much, and in this life, aside from the necessary scenes in his roles, he hadn’t seen him smoke either.

Plus, in the movie script, Lu Pingfeng didn’t smoke either.

Luo Yu got out of bed, searching for his slippers. When he looked up, he noticed that the nightstand on his side was slightly ajar, with something like a notebook inside.

It was probably Gu Xiaowei’s sketchbook.

He had once gifted him a sketch of the rose corridor.

Luo Yu gently tugged, and the drawer opened. A sense of foreboding crept over him.

Though the sketchbook wasn’t a diary or an important contract or manuscript, when Luo Yu’s fingertips touched it, it felt like they’d been scalded, and he quickly pulled back.

Then, making up his mind, he closed the drawer.

—Gu Xiaowei hadn’t shown it to him, so it was best not to look.

The next episode would start in a minute, so Luo Yu walked out onto the balcony. The night breeze greeted him boldly, and the sky full of stars was clearer than in the city.

Gu Xiaowei’s shoulders were as broad as ever, and as he turned his head, he ran a hand forcefully through his hair.

It seemed as though something was troubling him greatly.

Or perhaps he was desperately trying to restrain and suppress something.

When Luo Yu approached him, he saw Gu Xiaowei exhale a slow puff of smoke, his eyes closed.

That contradictory yet tender posture made one want to break all chains and kiss him madly.

“You hiding cigarettes under your pillow is like a student hiding comic books under a textbook, pretending to study with friends while actually playing in an internet café all night, and the parents and teachers still think you’re a good student.”

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“I’ve done plenty of rebellious things; I’m not the ‘good student’ you think I am,” Gu Xiaowei said.

“Like what?” Luo Yu raised his chin.

“Do you really want to know?” Gu Xiaowei turned around, leaning his back against the railing. Although he only slightly inclined toward Luo Yu, it felt like an unbridled temptation.

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Luo Yu couldn’t help but laugh, pressing his hand against Gu Xiaowei’s chest. “Hold on, hold on. I’m trying to prepare myself emotionally to face you. Don’t interrupt me getting into character.”

“I’m Lu Pingfeng. Why can’t you get into character when facing me?” Gu Xiaowei tilted his head, looking quite adorable as he seriously pondered this.

Luo Yu sighed, lifting his hand and brushing a strand of hair from Gu Xiaowei’s forehead. “But at this moment, to me, you are Gu Xiaowei.”

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Gu Xiaowei paused, took a step back, and turned to leave.

He walked to the other side of the living room, facing the painting of a dead stag, and slowly raised his hand to cover his forehead.

After a while, he turned to look at Luo Yu, who was intently reciting lines and planning his movements.

“Everyone to your positions! Filming starts in one minute!”

Luo Yu took a deep breath, and the expression on his face shifted. The smile belonging to Wen Yuchi appeared, like spring rain in March gently spreading into an ink painting. It seemed leisurely, but it was actually the indifferent attitude Wen Yuchi had toward the world.

The clapperboard fell, and the third meeting between Lu Pingfeng and Wen Yuchi began.

Wen Yuchi, dressed casually and holding something that looked like a gift, appeared on camera.

“Hello, Uncle He. I’m making a sudden visit. Is Mr. Lu home?” Wen Yuchi said with a smile.

The moment Uncle He saw him, his eyes lit up like polished stars. He made a welcoming gesture, his voice filled with warmth. “The gentleman is home. Please come in, Mr. Wen. I’ll let him know you’re here!”

Wen Yuchi sat down in the living room, casually placing the gift box on the glass coffee table. His fingers traced a mark on the table, where it seemed a round object had once rested.

It wasn’t an ashtray, as Lu Pingfeng didn’t smoke—he had no trace of a smoker’s scent. Nor was it the mark of a vase, as there were no such decorations in Lu Pingfeng’s home.

Just as Wen Yuchi was contemplating, Lu Pingfeng quietly emerged from his studio. Observing Wen Yuchi’s focus on the mark, he leaned down and softly said, “That’s the mark left by a pastry stand.”

Wen Yuchi looked up, meeting Lu Pingfeng’s gaze.

Those eyes were like black holes, absorbing all light.

“Mr. Lu’s place is always spotless. I didn’t expect there’d be a trace from a pastry stand.”

“Maybe it’s there for you to discover,” Lu Pingfeng replied, sitting down next to Wen Yuchi on the sofa.

Just as Wen Yuchi was about to ask, “Discover what?” he suddenly realized that perhaps Lu Pingfeng had been waiting for his visit all along.

“Someone told me that you wouldn’t accept my copied painting.” Lu Pingfeng glanced at the gift box on the table, his eyes unexpectedly gentle. “But that box doesn’t seem big enough to hold the copy.”

Wen Yuchi looked surprised. “That copy, you painted it?”

“So, you didn’t return it because you didn’t know it was mine?” Lu Pingfeng showed no signs of displeasure. On the contrary, his lips curved ever so slightly. Wen Yuchi’s visit had clearly brightened his mood.

“Yes. If you’d signed your name on it, I would’ve had to return it.”

There was no longer any probing or subtle confrontations between them. It felt more like a normal conversation, as if they were just ordinary people.

Uncle He entered with a tray of tea, placing the cup down as he asked Wen Yuchi, “We have freshly made red velvet cake today. Would you like to try some?”

He placed a porcelain plate with the cake precisely on the mark left by the pastry stand.

Wen Yuchi guessed that the mark was likely because Uncle He was used to putting everything in that spot.

Taking a small bite of cake, Wen Yuchi closed his eyes, savoring the soft texture of the velvet spreading across his taste buds. The sweetness was just right.

“I’d like to ask, Mr. Lu, if I returned that copy to you, would you auction it off?” Wen Yuchi asked, looking up.

“I would burn it.”

Wen Yuchi showed no signs of regret or sadness, simply nodding in understanding. “Because its purpose was to be given to me.”

“Yes,” Lu Pingfeng glanced at his watch and then added, “Mr. Wen, would you like to stay for dinner today?”

Wen Yuchi shook his head with a smile. “I’m afraid not. If I dined here, I’d subconsciously be looking for clues related to the case, or worse, chatting so happily with you that I might accidentally reveal some details. Once the case is over, we can have a proper meal.”

Lu Pingfeng nodded, his demeanor so gentle it seemed as though he was handling something precious that must not be damaged.

“Shall I give you a ride home?” Lu Pingfeng asked again.

Wen Yuchi smiled without answering.

Lu Pingfeng understood. “I suppose not, then.”

Wen Yuchi pursed his lips as if recalling the taste of the red velvet cake. “Your desserts are especially delicious. May I ask where they’re ordered from…or does someone close to you make them?”

Lu Pingfeng looked towards the kitchen. “Uncle He, please pack up the rest of the red velvet cake for Mr. Wen to take home.”

“Yes, sir.”

Uncle He packed the cake and brought it out.

“Uncle He, who makes the desserts here?”

“Oh, they’re ordered and delivered,” Uncle He replied.

Wen Yuchi accepted the box and noticed there were no labels, just plain white cardboard.

Lu Pingfeng smiled. “I guess Dr. Wen was wondering which shop made them.”

Calling him “Dr. Wen” instead of “Mr. Wen” indicated that Lu Pingfeng had guessed Wen Yuchi was asking because of the case.

Since his thoughts had already been seen through, there was no need to hide them anymore.

“Which shop makes them?” Wen Yuchi asked seriously.

“Uncle He, which one?” Lu Pingfeng’s voice deepened.

Uncle He immediately pulled a name card from his pocket. “It’s this one. If you’d like to place an order, you can call them. But…it might be hard to get a spot.”

Wen Yuchi took the card and raised his hand slightly. “Thanks. It’s getting late, so I’ll head out. The box contains my return gift to you. It pairs well with your butterfly painting.”

Lu Pingfeng nodded slightly.

As Wen Yuchi turned toward the entrance, Lu Pingfeng suddenly called out to him.

“Mr. Wen.”

His voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried a unique resonance, making the entire space tremble.

“What is it?” Wen Yuchi turned back to look at him.

“Besides you, I’ve never prepared desserts for anyone else,” Lu Pingfeng said.

In that moment, Wen Yuchi’s gaze grew distant, filled with boundless tenderness, as though he wanted to wrap both Lu Pingfeng and the darkness behind him in a protective cocoon.

“I know,” Wen Yuchi replied.

At the entrance, he set the cake down at his feet, took out his phone, and snapped a photo of the card, sending it to Zhao Sicheng.

[Mentor and I found dessert remnants, including red velvet cake, in the victim’s stomach. This is the shop where Lu Pingfeng’s butler orders red velvet cake from. Please check it out.]

Zhao Sicheng: [Received.]

After Wen Yuchi left, Lu Pingfeng sat at the coffee table, and Uncle He handed him a letter opener.

He unwrapped the package, revealing a sealed tin can with a note stuck to it, written in Wen Yuchi’s handwriting: [Caprifoliaceae plants, one of the suitable hosts for butterfly larvae.]

Lu Pingfeng lowered his eyes, for the first time showing a helpless expression, somewhere between a smile and a sigh.

“Sir, should we plant it?”

Lu Pingfeng walked toward the bedroom with the can. “It’s not the season yet. Besides… even if the world were full of honeysuckle, it wouldn’t prevent the extinction of the ‘Goddess of Light.'”

The scene ended, but the cameraman kept filming.

“Cut—Lu Pingfeng and Wen Yuchi, one more take!” Director Sheng Yunlan called.

The previously quiet space suddenly became lively.

The onlookers finally began to speak.

“Do you all feel like every scene between Gu Xiaowei and Luo Yu has a certain flavor?”

“Exactly, it’s either an emotional test and confrontation, mutual admiration where they rely on each other, or like just now… a particularly seamless fusion.”

“Yeah, whether it’s Zhao Sicheng or Qin Lin, every scene with Lu Pingfeng feels like they’re on opposite sides. But with Wen Yuchi, whether it’s a premeditated test or just careful observation, even if Lu Pingfeng sees through him, Wen Yuchi always comes across as free-spirited and candid.”

After reshooting a few more details, Director Sheng finally announced that filming was wrapped for the day.

Everyone cheered, and someone shouted, “Time to go back and watch ‘Counterattack’,” followed by a round of laughter.

Even Luo Yu, present at the scene, rubbed his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Sheng Yunlan waved at Luo Yu, and he quickly approached.

“Xiao Luo, a quick reminder: tomorrow we’re filming the scene where Wen Yuchi returns to his apartment after working overtime, and Lu Pingfeng appears.”

Luo Yu nodded. “I know, tomorrow’s shoot will be at the youth apartments on the west side of the resort.”

Sheng Yunlan waved his hand. “That’s not the main point. The key is to show Wen Yuchi’s exhaustion and weariness after many days of overtime. You’ll need a bit of stubble on your chin.”

“Oh, understood.” Luo Yu touched his chin, thinking that since he hadn’t shaved that morning, a bit of stubble might indeed show by tomorrow.

“Alright, you can go now.”

Luo Yu straightened up and exited the villa, only to see Gu Xiaowei standing by the van, waiting for him.

As he got into the van, Gu Xiaowei raised his hand to block the frame for him. Luo Yu, being tall, accidentally bumped into Gu Xiaowei’s hand.

“Thanks,” Luo Yu glanced at him.

“En.” Gu Xiaowei responded softly without even looking up, an unconscious action he didn’t need to think about.

About ten seconds later, Gu Xiaowei finally got into the van.

“Was your agent giving you any instructions?” Luo Yu asked with a smile.

“Meng Yu said that because the first two episodes of ‘Counterattack’ were well received, there’s a show that wants to interview me.”

“That’s great,” Luo Yu nodded.

“I turned it down. Right now, I’m in Lu Pingfeng’s state. If they ask me to recall things from when I was Yan Ye, I won’t remember much.”

“You don’t remember? We had so many beautiful moments together, and you’re telling me you don’t recall them?” Luo Yu deliberately leaned closer to Gu Xiaowei, using a playfully sad tone.

The next second, Gu Xiaowei’s hand came down and pressed his head directly into his chest.

Here we go again! Gu Xiaowei’s sneak attacks always hit the mark, without any warning!

“Oh, beautiful moments? Which ones? Tell me.” Gu Xiaowei lowered his eyes, his fingers lightly threading through Luo Yu’s hair.

But just as Luo Yu was about to pull his head back, Gu Xiaowei’s wrist gave a subtle push upward.

Luo Yu, to maintain his balance, had no choice but to place his hand on Gu Xiaowei’s chest, basically tilting his head back, his chin lifted, staring directly at the other.

“That time when we both climbed out of the water, soaked to the bone, like brothers in distress, and you tossed a towel over me.”

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“Really? I thought you’d say…” Gu Xiaowei lowered his head, his breath brushing Luo Yu’s ear, “the blowing smoke scene. When I nearly stepped back, you must’ve felt pretty proud, huh?”

With a bit of effort, Luo Yu finally pulled himself back upright.

No, there was no pride back then, but now? Definitely.

And… it seemed like Gu Xiaowei cared more about the blowing smoke scene than Luo Yu had expected!

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