CH 27

Hu Ying has been hesitating for a long time.

He was actually quite surprised to receive Di Xingchen’s invitation card.

Although he did make a joke to Di Xingchen to invite him on a date tomorrow, and the crew had said that it was okay to invite someone you like, or a good friend, Di Xingchen could have invited him, most likely because they were close.

But doesn’t Di Xingchen like Duan Yihua?

He felt that the card was hard to come by and that dating opportunities were rare, and that he should use it as a friendship card again when he didn’t have someone he liked.

Does Di Xingchen like him?

That’s not out of the question.

After all, he has always been a millionaire since he was a child.

After some serious thought, he felt that he could not deny his charm.

Maybe he thinks of Di Xingchen as a good sister, but Di Xingchen is determined to fuck him.

Hu Ying is worried that he and Di Xingchen have become too close lately and that he has not gotten his act together and will give Di Xingchen the wrong signal.

Di Xingchen was so good, he didn’t want to hurt him or hold him back.

But this is only one possibility.

It’s also possible that he’s overthinking it.

Pure narcissism plus self-interest.

But no matter what, Hu Ying felt that since he valued this friendship, he had to take it seriously and talk to Di Xingchen about it.

He then came out of the room and went to Di Xingchen’s.

Di Xingchen has just fallen asleep.

“What’s wrong?” Di Xingchen asked, sitting up.

Hu Ying enters his room, glances at the camera in his room, and hooks his hand.

The two of them went to a place where the cameras couldn’t take them.

“What is it?” Di Xingchen asked.

“Why did you give me the invitation card?” Hu Ying asked.

Hu Ying’s face is completely plain, and he looks particularly fresh, with a smile on his lips but a serious look in his eyes.

“You don’t want to?” Di Xingchen asked.

“No, I just wanted to ask if you are ……” the words came out, Hu Ying got shy again, “Why don’t you give Brother Duan ?”

Di Xingchen just laughed.

Hu Ying asked, “What are you laughing at.”

Di Xingchen is still laughing.

Hu Ying blushed even more and reached out to push, “You’re still laughing.”

Di Xingchen got a little more serious and said, “I’m giving it to you because I think we’re on good terms, so tomorrow you can have dinner together as good friends, I don’t mean anything else, don’t worry.”

This was clearly the outcome Hu Ying had been hoping for, but hearing Di Xingchen say it, Hu Ying was a little disappointed.

But the loss passed instantly and he smiled, saying, “Well, it seems I was overthinking it.”

“It’s just pure friendship between us.” Di Xingchen says with a smile.

Hu Ying smiled and said, “I just think this is actually a particularly good opportunity to get in touch with Brother Duan, you haven’t had time to spend alone with him these days, have you? It’s a bit of a shame that you just gave it up.”

The two of them chatted some more in the corridor about what was going on: “Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”

“Do you set the place or do I?” Hu Ying asks.

“I’ll treat you, of course, I’ll set it, but then I’m sure it’s not a fancy restaurant.”

“Didn’t you say you were going to treat me to a big stall at your school last time, I’m not picky, a roadside stall will do.”

“Will the Queen be condescending to you by eating a roadside meal?”

Hu Ying laughed twice, “I’m not going to talk to you, let’s go, sleep, we have to hurry up or the mask will be in vain.”

After Hu Ying had left, Di Xingchen came back to his bedroom and thought about how funny it was.

Hu Ying is a really nice person.

He understands what Hu Ying is thinking. He is afraid that it will affect their relationship, which is why he came down to ask him about it.

Talking away is more comfortable for each other, and we can be realistic and good sisters in the future, and he can play more realistically with his assists.

He now has absolutely no idea of being a love interest with the three main men.

Alas, forget it, forget it, the capital is too far off.

How could the cannon fodder male counterpart ever turn over.

He thinks Wen Nuo can also be passed over for the 10,000 fans list.

He’s a bit weak in the body.

Think Huo Cheng on a water skim board, which required the show to mosaic him, think Yan Zhi’s nickname, and think Pei Xu’s one-pillar top.

If you can’t stand the hero, you must be a strong man!

It is late at night.

Everyone has basically gone to bed.

Of the eight guests, only Di Xingchen and Wen Nuo were most cooperative with the crew, neither of them sleeping without covering the bedroom camera.

As for the other six high rollers, the camera screens have all gone black.

Although invisible and silent, the programme team could sense that some people might not have slept until now.

Lin Qingning keeps thinking back to the PK part on the beach.

In all the years we have known each other, this is the first time he has been so close to Pei Xu and had such a close encounter with him.

He pressed against Pei Xu’s leg, and every time Pei Xu sat up, it almost touched him, Pei Xu’s face so flat, his eyes not looking at him, but his own heart pounding.

Pei Xu is really too handsome and cold to be seductive, and his youthful affections are now all but evoked.

Pei Xu has never been in a relationship.

He may even still have his first kiss.

Ah.

Duan Yihua is thinking of Di Xingchen.

Think of him cooking at home, think of him rolling up his t-shirt on the beach to reveal his abs.

Thinking about the heartwarming texts he sent to himself and how much he cared for him.

Oops.

Wen Nuo is also thinking of Di Xingchen and how he has always taken care of his, how thoughtful and warm he was.

He turned slightly to his side, pinned to the covers, and closed his eyes.

LOL.

Hu Ying is thinking about tomorrow’s appointment.

He finds that of the seven, Di Xingchen is the most imaginative. He can imagine the places and situations of the others, but not Di Xingchen.

It seems like it would be more interesting, with all the possibilities.

Tsk.

A few people downstairs tossed and turned a little more repeatedly.

The humming of Di Xingchen’s voice went to their hearts, igniting a fire in their young hearts.

But in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, the pink roses from Di Xingchen are so delicate.

In their eyes, the rose is no longer just a rose, but Di Xingchen’s almost-clear confession to Hu Ying.

It was a cross between ice and fire, making it cold and hot at the same time.

Huo Cheng sits up violently from the bed and goes to the bathroom again.

Yan Zhi, still cool from the cold shower, had his neck stroked red and his eyes red.

Stroking his neck is a conscious and unconscious act for him, the pain relieving his surging tide of emotion or anxiety.

Di Xingchen plopped into his head and hummed, and what he had suppressed for many years broke down at once. This armour of civilisation could no longer imprison it.

But it was Pei Xu who was the most irritated.

He is a man whose love and desire are like an Antarctic glacier, frozen all year round, and he has never even seen a small film. He is not like Yan Zhi, whose heart is hot but deliberately suppressed.

Rather than being cold from the inside out, he is blank.

His threshold is arguably the highest of all, and arguably the lowest of all.

So much so that today’s Di Xingchen makes the blood in his body flow like a spring flood.

Today he was extra dry and hot.

He was sitting on the bed in just his short, trousers, the light shining on his lean, firm chest, his ears a little red and his cheeks a little flushed.

His sensitive, sensual body and mind are awakening.

Pei Xu sits at the foot of the bed and looks at the roses.

From the moment he saw Di Xingchen buying flowers, Pei Xu realised that it was the show’s crew who were up to no good.

But he didn’t care how the programme crew laughed at him.

He’s not even afraid of a punch in the face anymore, so he’s still afraid of this.

He still remembers to this day the things he said before. There were so many FLAGs that he had disdained and coldly made.

It would have been nice if the flowers had been for him alone.

And not everyone has one.

His possessiveness is becoming clear.

If they were given to him alone, he would not throw them away even if they wilted, he would treat them as dried flowers and keep them in his home for the rest of his life.

Pei Xu stares at the pink flower and squeezes the rose petals in a daze.

The petals were crushed and the juice of the flowers got on his fingers and he sniffed them.

His lips are a little dry.

He was thinking of Hu Ying on the beach, of Wen Nuo looking at Di Xingchen with teary eyes, of Yan Zhi and Huo Cheng at war, and of Duan Yihua, who had been lying dormant.

As Pei Xu thought about it, he pulled off a few petals and shoved them into his mouth and chewed them, the pink flower juice turning bright red and staining his slightly dry lips, his eyes, which had always been light, suddenly showing a bit of paranoid darkness.

As for Di Xingchen.

He was so tired today that he lay down for a while and then fell into a fitful sleep.