829.
Intoxicating, it was truly intoxicating.
Not only did the show broadcast it live just like that, but the TV station even broadcasted it again after editing. The episode was full of humour and comical moments, and although the main focus was on the movie leads, with many segments of the wolfhounds left on the editing floor. As for Gu Yiliang and my portion, once it was accompanied by all sorts of funny special effects and the occasional melodious background music, the result even made me emotional. However, there was no excitement in the Weibo Super Topic at all, and the latest posts were all about some unimportant routine things and check-ins.
It had already been four days!
Not only was there no commotion or excitement, but there were fewer people posting any fluff. It was as though everyone’s doors were firmly shut, and barely anyone was on the streets.
Not only was the episode brimming with emotions, but even the comments under the video were rather bizarre. The moment a casual watcher suggested things along the lines of us trying to appeal to homoeroticism or coming out of the closet, people would immediately swarm in large numbers, posting explanations such as:
“No, no, they’re just really good buddies. This is an expression of great friendship!”
“No, no, they’re just really good buddies. It’s all the fault of the devilish editing from the production crew!”
“No, no, they’re just really good buddies, don’t be brainwashed by insane CP fans!”
Many of the names of the people posting such comments were related to the Niangzi Army.
Their tones were staunch, their logic flawless, and even the fans, who stanned only either of us, were posting comments like mad, lost in the battle of the comments.
830.
Taking advantage of the break between scenes, with my phone in my hands, I huddled on my stool and scrolled through Weibo, but I was still completely mystified by what was happening.
Exactly which part of this went wrong?
With such an astonishing performance, shouldn’t they be all sprinting joyfully to hang up decorations and banners, celebrating this event as though it’s National Day?
—Had the Niangzi Army dissolved right here and now?
831.
In my eyes was great perplexity. Hesitating momentarily, I tapped into the Niangzi group chat that I rarely entered.
The moment the chat loaded, messages came madly flooding in at a speed of eighty miles per hour. Lewd words appeared constantly, all sorts of exquisite, delicious fluff stuffed my face, and I was left entirely stunned by the sight before me.
Eh, wasn’t business booming over here?
Between every few sentences in the chat, a message appeared repeatedly—”Everyone, please comply with the group announcement!!!”
Puzzled, I raised a brow, and with great curiosity and thirst for knowledge, I tapped into the announcement section.
Upon my entrance, my eyes were painfully blinded by the exclamation marks filling the whole screen.
What was this? The shouts and yells were facing a resurgence again?
I focused my eyes on the screen.
832.
What did they mean by the keyhole of the metal box has rusted for too long and we can’t find the key?
What did they mean by the spirit of the Niangzi Army will forever be locked in a shell?
What did they mean by the key has been ground into powder to make coffee, every drop bursting with fragrance?
Did you guys become too addicted to singing?
Most importantly—
What did they mean by within the dense, tall maize, the Niangzi Army would act heroically?
What did they mean by their two silly sons were too ignorant and had gone overboard, that as their moms, they needed to help them cover things up??
833.
Confusion was written all across my face.
Were we being forced back into the closet by this group of young ladies who had been hoping for us to get married since forever?
Hand-in-hand, Gu Yiliang and I had only just cracked the door of our closet open by just the tiniest bit, but the ladies were pushing the door back closed before running away?
Gu Yiliang and I were loudly exclaiming, “Come take a look! Our ship is sailing!” But the ladies were working hard to pack us up and shove us back in the closet while smiling at the audience and saying, “The children are ignorant and only joking around, don’t take it seriously hahahaha?”
834.
I returned to the chat screen, and after that group announcement appeared again, I tentatively asked a question.
Yantastic: They’re really together already. Also, there’s no need for all this anxiety, right?
SilentMoonWilLiam: You think we need you to point that out? It’s now a critical period. What do you mean by your message? What are you trying to start?
【You have been kicked out of the group.】
835.
What the fuck.
836.
That was the second time!
It was the second time I had been kicked out of the group!
Why was my own CP group kicking me out all the time?! Did they have a disease that made them want to kick their CP out of the group and it couldn’t be cured, or was something else going on?!
They were off enjoying fluff, so why couldn’t they bring me along?!
Did the Niangzi Army mean that they would celebrate wildly as a group and leave me alone in solitude?!
I was kicked when I said we weren’t together, and I was also kicked when I said we were. What exactly did they want me to do? What else did they want me to do?!
Listen to me, you guys better not appear at my wedding! I’m definitely not inviting you!
837.
I really could not reconcile with the situation. At this moment, the peacemaker WilLiam privately messaged me again, and this time, I tapped into it.
WilLiam: Little Innie, don’t be angry. SilentMoon is like that. She’s always a little extreme, but she has no ill intentions.
Yantastic: …… Little Innie?
WilLiam: …… Insider?
Yantastic: ……
WilLiam: Sigh, you saw that show as well, right? Actually, I’m really really excited, but the army’s too worried right now. They see danger everywhere, and so I didn’t dare to say anything in the chat.
Yantastic: …… Of course you’d be excited. They were acting out a fanfic you wrote. What was it that couldn’t be mentioned?
WilLiam: No, no, I’m not excited about this, but…Hai, when I saw it, I was having supper. A bowl of hot and sour noodles ended up on my dad’s head!!
Yantastic: …… Your family sure sits in a very interesting manner when having supper.
WilLiam: No, that’s not the main point! AHHH I really, really want to share the main point with someone, but I can’t share it!!!
Yantastic: ……
WilLiam: No, I really can’t hold it back anymore. I’m going to tell you!! You must not tell anyone else, all right?!!
Yantastic: …… Sure.
838.
WilLiam: I discovered that Yanyan has read my fanfic!!
Me: ……………………………
What was this earth-shattering, apocalyptic bolt out from the blue that tore through time and space?!
Yantastic: That’s impossible right? He’s so busy filming, how would he have time to read things like fanfic?
WilLiam: No, listen to me, what I handed in to the production crew was an edited version, and the lines were different. BUT!! What Yanyan recited was the old version!! The original version that was posted on Lofter!!
WilLiam: Yanyan has a good memory. He completely didn’t look at that piece of paper from the production crew carefully! And he just acted according to the original version!!
WilLiam: I’M DEAD.
WilLiam: Ah, I’ve finally said it aloud. I feel so much better now.
839.
I couldn’t find a table in front of me, and so I smashed my phone hard on the ground.
Xiao-Chen jumped in shock, quickly picking my phone up. Wiping at the shattered screen, he turned to me and quietly asked, “Why are you suddenly angry? Did Gu-ge provoke you?”
Pressing a hand to my forehead, I waved him off. Xiao-Chen asked anxiously, “Is there something wrong with the top of your head?”
Pressing a hand against my chest, I waved him off. Xiao-Chen asked anxiously, “You’re getting a heart attack?”
Pressing a hand against my stomach now, I waved him off. Xiao-Chen asked anxiously, “Your water broke?”
Me: “……”
Xiao-Chen: “Where exactly are you feeling unwell? Quick, tell me.”
Me: “Originally, I was feeling unwell everywhere, but I’m ok now. Thank you.”
840.
Ten thousand WilLiams couldn’t compare to the headache one xiao-Chen gave me. I looked around, trying to use Gu Yiliang’s handsome figure to calm me down, but I wasn’t able to find him. As such, I asked xiao-Chen, “Where’s your Gu-ge?”
Xiao-Chen: “Oh? My Gu-ge? It’s your Gu-ge~”
Me: “.”
Xiao-Chen: “All right, all right, I’ll stop joking around. I haven’t seen him either. Why hasn’t he been stuck to you for the past couple of days? Is there a problem with your relationship?”
My gaze sharpened, and lightning quick, xiao-Chen vanished in front of my eyes.
841.
It seemed like… I really hadn’t seen Gu Yiliang around the production site over the past two days.
However, every morning and night, just like usual, he would still check in with me. After filming, we would either stroll about leisurely within the studio, chatting about poems and songs to the philosophy of life; or we would huddle in the hotel room with a computer, snacking and watching dramas—we had already tried all food stores within a ten-mile radius of us, and we would praise the delicious ones and scold the unpalatable ones. In the evening, he could accompany me to practise my acting, while I’d accompany him to practise oral skills, and one time, he even secretly stayed overnight in my room…
He was sweet when it was needed, and he was intimate when it was required. If not for xiao-Chen having made a special mention of it, I wouldn’t have noticed it at all.
A sense of crisis came like a gust of wind, a long-time companion.
With slight worry, I propped my head up, covering the cracks on my phone screen with my hand.
Could it be that our honeymoon period was over just like that?
How many days had it been? It wasn’t even two weeks yet, right? And we now return to normalcy?
Had our fiery passion blazed too brightly, making the fuel run out?
Did going on the show cause our love to go into a deficit? Or was it retribution for our PDA?
842.
I sucked in a breath, feeling a blast of ice on my cheek.
Gu Yiliang was standing behind me, holding a bottle of iced honey tea to my face before tucking it in my hand. “Are you memorising the script?”
“No, I’m just lost in thoughts.” Picking at the little heart stuck on the bottle, I giggled internally. Wasn’t it just like always?
He made a sound of acknowledgement, then looked down at his phone, typing something.
Eh, eh?
Had things already cooled down?!
I got up and dragged over a chair for him, pressing him down into it.
In my heart, I constructed a torture chamber, casting a dazzling white light onto his face. Feigning casualness, I asked, “Hey, what have you been busy with the past couple of days?”
Startled, he reflexively scratched his nose and spread his palm apart. “… I haven’t been busy with anything.”
Gazing at him suspiciously, I drawled, “Really?”
843.
Although Gu Yiliang was good at acting, he was really not adept at lying. Carefully thinking back, I realised he seemed to have never lied to me about anything before.
As expected, when I started drawling, he immediately froze as though he had been smacked back to his true form. Looking a little nervous, he gazed at me through his fluttering eyelashes.
Cautiously, he said, “Uhh, I… Why don’t we talk about it when we go back tonight?”
Something was wrong!
The air-raid siren sounded in my heart for a moment. My expression turned solemn instantly, and I gravely said, “It’s all right! If there’s anything, just say it right now!”
He seemed a little embarrassed. “This… isn’t a good place to speak, is it?”
Immediately, I transformed into a little tornado, whirling him into the private lounge.
He was a little panicked. “Must I really say it right now? I was going to—”
With complete certainty, I said, “Now.”
844.
Gu Yiliang and I stood, face to face.
I watched him lift his hand up only to put it down again, seemingly unable to decide where he should put his hand. In the end, he staidly placed both his hands on my shoulders.
What? Was he going to try to reanimate a corpse and make it hop 1?
Each time he broke away from the ideology of Gu Yiliang and revealed this sort of heterosexual stereotype that came very natural to him, I was always left extremely anxious?!
Deciding not to say what he had planned to say, he looked at me. Holding my breath, I waited for him to speak.
—Uhh, his decision is really taking too long. I am about to suffocate myself over here.
Just at the critical moment when my head was about to swell twice its size from my breath holding, he slowly said, “—I… I want to change our current relationship.”
Me: ?
Was he about to break up with me??!
The heartrending scene was like the 3D remix of the movie <2012>. I steadied myself, and when I was calm, I asked, “… Why?”
He was stunned by my question. “… Huh?”
With difficulty, he stuttered, “… Y-you’re very satisfied with our current relationship?”
Me: “? Why wouldn’t I be?”
Him: “? How could you be satisfied?!”
Me: “? Why couldn’t I be?!”
Him: “? Why would you be—”
845.
Me: “Hold on, I’m confused, I’m confused! Hmm, how about this? It doesn’t matter whether I’m satisfied or not, but let me sort out my thoughts—”
Him: “Sure, go ahead and sort out your thoughts.”
846.
I looked at his baffled eyes that still couldn’t hide his deep affection. Pondering for a moment, I went through everything, from the moment we knew about each other to the moment we met, and the moment we understood each other to the moment we got together. All of a sudden, I understood something—
All this while, had we been on different frequencies?!
Narrowing my eyes, I grabbed his collar. “… What do YOU think is our relationship right now?”
Shocked by my action, he said doubtfully, “… S-sugar dating?”
Me: …
Me: !!!!!
847.
As expected!!
As expected, he thought he was my sugar baby!!!
We were finally on the same frequency!!
848.
So, that day, when I said I wanted to go to his place, he thought I wanted sex as payment, and that was why he suddenly became so nervous!
So, when he suddenly settled down after getting out of the car, it turned out that he had thought things through!
So, when he suddenly stopped me and suddenly said he wanted to game instead, it was his final fight as a naturally heterosexual man!
So, when he got drunk and suddenly did something like that, he had finally made up his mind!
Everything now made sense!
I thought that I was holding a script where real love was able to turn a straight man gay, but it turned out that it was a script about how sugaring led to real love instead?!
So, Gu Yiliang would also take the melodramatic path of a sugar baby falling in love with their sugar daddy?!
This was my little fresh, beating heart in love, but he actually misunderstood my overflowing sincere emotions as being a sugar daddy?!
That was too much!
849.
Probably because I looked very hurt, Gu Yiliang seemed a little at a loss for what to do as he watched me. He wanted to embrace me, but he didn’t dare to move. Finally, he hesitantly patted me on the shoulder.
—Patting my shoulder?! Could he just stop patting?!
With lifeless eyes, I gazed at him. Just as I was about to say something, there was an abrupt knock on the door of the lounge.
829.
Intoxicating, it was truly intoxicating.
Not only did the show broadcast it live just like that, but the TV station even broadcasted it again after editing. The episode was full of humour and comical moments, and although the main focus was on the movie leads, with many segments of the wolfhounds left on the editing floor. As for Gu Yiliang and my portion, once it was accompanied by all sorts of funny special effects and the occasional melodious background music, the result even made me emotional. However, there was no excitement in the Weibo Super Topic at all, and the latest posts were all about some unimportant routine things and check-ins.
It had already been four days!
Not only was there no commotion or excitement, but there were fewer people posting any fluff. It was as though everyone’s doors were firmly shut, and barely anyone was on the streets.
Not only was the episode brimming with emotions, but even the comments under the video were rather bizarre. The moment a casual watcher suggested things along the lines of us trying to appeal to homoeroticism or coming out of the closet, people would immediately swarm in large numbers, posting explanations such as:
“No, no, they’re just really good buddies. This is an expression of great friendship!”
“No, no, they’re just really good buddies. It’s all the fault of the devilish editing from the production crew!”
“No, no, they’re just really good buddies, don’t be brainwashed by insane CP fans!”
Many of the names of the people posting such comments were related to the Niangzi Army.
Their tones were staunch, their logic flawless, and even the fans, who stanned only either of us, were posting comments like mad, lost in the battle of the comments.
830.
Taking advantage of the break between scenes, with my phone in my hands, I huddled on my stool and scrolled through Weibo, but I was still completely mystified by what was happening.
Exactly which part of this went wrong?
With such an astonishing performance, shouldn’t they be all sprinting joyfully to hang up decorations and banners, celebrating this event as though it’s National Day?
—Had the Niangzi Army dissolved right here and now?
831.
In my eyes was great perplexity. Hesitating momentarily, I tapped into the Niangzi group chat that I rarely entered.
The moment the chat loaded, messages came madly flooding in at a speed of eighty miles per hour. Lewd words appeared constantly, all sorts of exquisite, delicious fluff stuffed my face, and I was left entirely stunned by the sight before me.
Eh, wasn’t business booming over here?
Between every few sentences in the chat, a message appeared repeatedly—”Everyone, please comply with the group announcement!!!”
Puzzled, I raised a brow, and with great curiosity and thirst for knowledge, I tapped into the announcement section.
Upon my entrance, my eyes were painfully blinded by the exclamation marks filling the whole screen.
What was this? The shouts and yells were facing a resurgence again?
I focused my eyes on the screen.
832.
What did they mean by the keyhole of the metal box has rusted for too long and we can’t find the key?
What did they mean by the spirit of the Niangzi Army will forever be locked in a shell?
What did they mean by the key has been ground into powder to make coffee, every drop bursting with fragrance?
Did you guys become too addicted to singing?
Most importantly—
What did they mean by within the dense, tall maize, the Niangzi Army would act heroically?
What did they mean by their two silly sons were too ignorant and had gone overboard, that as their moms, they needed to help them cover things up??
833.
Confusion was written all across my face.
Were we being forced back into the closet by this group of young ladies who had been hoping for us to get married since forever?
Hand-in-hand, Gu Yiliang and I had only just cracked the door of our closet open by just the tiniest bit, but the ladies were pushing the door back closed before running away?
Gu Yiliang and I were loudly exclaiming, “Come take a look! Our ship is sailing!” But the ladies were working hard to pack us up and shove us back in the closet while smiling at the audience and saying, “The children are ignorant and only joking around, don’t take it seriously hahahaha?”
834.
I returned to the chat screen, and after that group announcement appeared again, I tentatively asked a question.
Yantastic: They’re really together already. Also, there’s no need for all this anxiety, right?
SilentMoonWilLiam: You think we need you to point that out? It’s now a critical period. What do you mean by your message? What are you trying to start?
【You have been kicked out of the group.】
835.
What the fuck.
836.
That was the second time!
It was the second time I had been kicked out of the group!
Why was my own CP group kicking me out all the time?! Did they have a disease that made them want to kick their CP out of the group and it couldn’t be cured, or was something else going on?!
They were off enjoying fluff, so why couldn’t they bring me along?!
Did the Niangzi Army mean that they would celebrate wildly as a group and leave me alone in solitude?!
I was kicked when I said we weren’t together, and I was also kicked when I said we were. What exactly did they want me to do? What else did they want me to do?!
Listen to me, you guys better not appear at my wedding! I’m definitely not inviting you!
837.
I really could not reconcile with the situation. At this moment, the peacemaker WilLiam privately messaged me again, and this time, I tapped into it.
WilLiam: Little Innie, don’t be angry. SilentMoon is like that. She’s always a little extreme, but she has no ill intentions.
Yantastic: …… Little Innie?
WilLiam: …… Insider?
Yantastic: ……
WilLiam: Sigh, you saw that show as well, right? Actually, I’m really really excited, but the army’s too worried right now. They see danger everywhere, and so I didn’t dare to say anything in the chat.
Yantastic: …… Of course you’d be excited. They were acting out a fanfic you wrote. What was it that couldn’t be mentioned?
WilLiam: No, no, I’m not excited about this, but…Hai, when I saw it, I was having supper. A bowl of hot and sour noodles ended up on my dad’s head!!
Yantastic: …… Your family sure sits in a very interesting manner when having supper.
WilLiam: No, that’s not the main point! AHHH I really, really want to share the main point with someone, but I can’t share it!!!
Yantastic: ……
WilLiam: No, I really can’t hold it back anymore. I’m going to tell you!! You must not tell anyone else, all right?!!
Yantastic: …… Sure.
838.
WilLiam: I discovered that Yanyan has read my fanfic!!
Me: ……………………………
What was this earth-shattering, apocalyptic bolt out from the blue that tore through time and space?!
Yantastic: That’s impossible right? He’s so busy filming, how would he have time to read things like fanfic?
WilLiam: No, listen to me, what I handed in to the production crew was an edited version, and the lines were different. BUT!! What Yanyan recited was the old version!! The original version that was posted on Lofter!!
WilLiam: Yanyan has a good memory. He completely didn’t look at that piece of paper from the production crew carefully! And he just acted according to the original version!!
WilLiam: I’M DEAD.
WilLiam: Ah, I’ve finally said it aloud. I feel so much better now.
839.
I couldn’t find a table in front of me, and so I smashed my phone hard on the ground.
Xiao-Chen jumped in shock, quickly picking my phone up. Wiping at the shattered screen, he turned to me and quietly asked, “Why are you suddenly angry? Did Gu-ge provoke you?”
Pressing a hand to my forehead, I waved him off. Xiao-Chen asked anxiously, “Is there something wrong with the top of your head?”
Pressing a hand against my chest, I waved him off. Xiao-Chen asked anxiously, “You’re getting a heart attack?”
Pressing a hand against my stomach now, I waved him off. Xiao-Chen asked anxiously, “Your water broke?”
Me: “……”
Xiao-Chen: “Where exactly are you feeling unwell? Quick, tell me.”
Me: “Originally, I was feeling unwell everywhere, but I’m ok now. Thank you.”
840.
Ten thousand WilLiams couldn’t compare to the headache one xiao-Chen gave me. I looked around, trying to use Gu Yiliang’s handsome figure to calm me down, but I wasn’t able to find him. As such, I asked xiao-Chen, “Where’s your Gu-ge?”
Xiao-Chen: “Oh? My Gu-ge? It’s your Gu-ge~”
Me: “.”
Xiao-Chen: “All right, all right, I’ll stop joking around. I haven’t seen him either. Why hasn’t he been stuck to you for the past couple of days? Is there a problem with your relationship?”
My gaze sharpened, and lightning quick, xiao-Chen vanished in front of my eyes.
841.
It seemed like… I really hadn’t seen Gu Yiliang around the production site over the past two days.
However, every morning and night, just like usual, he would still check in with me. After filming, we would either stroll about leisurely within the studio, chatting about poems and songs to the philosophy of life; or we would huddle in the hotel room with a computer, snacking and watching dramas—we had already tried all food stores within a ten-mile radius of us, and we would praise the delicious ones and scold the unpalatable ones. In the evening, he could accompany me to practise my acting, while I’d accompany him to practise oral skills, and one time, he even secretly stayed overnight in my room…
He was sweet when it was needed, and he was intimate when it was required. If not for xiao-Chen having made a special mention of it, I wouldn’t have noticed it at all.
A sense of crisis came like a gust of wind, a long-time companion.
With slight worry, I propped my head up, covering the cracks on my phone screen with my hand.
Could it be that our honeymoon period was over just like that?
How many days had it been? It wasn’t even two weeks yet, right? And we now return to normalcy?
Had our fiery passion blazed too brightly, making the fuel run out?
Did going on the show cause our love to go into a deficit? Or was it retribution for our PDA?
842.
I sucked in a breath, feeling a blast of ice on my cheek.
Gu Yiliang was standing behind me, holding a bottle of iced honey tea to my face before tucking it in my hand. “Are you memorising the script?”
“No, I’m just lost in thoughts.” Picking at the little heart stuck on the bottle, I giggled internally. Wasn’t it just like always?
He made a sound of acknowledgement, then looked down at his phone, typing something.
Eh, eh?
Had things already cooled down?!
I got up and dragged over a chair for him, pressing him down into it.
In my heart, I constructed a torture chamber, casting a dazzling white light onto his face. Feigning casualness, I asked, “Hey, what have you been busy with the past couple of days?”
Startled, he reflexively scratched his nose and spread his palm apart. “… I haven’t been busy with anything.”
Gazing at him suspiciously, I drawled, “Really?”
843.
Although Gu Yiliang was good at acting, he was really not adept at lying. Carefully thinking back, I realised he seemed to have never lied to me about anything before.
As expected, when I started drawling, he immediately froze as though he had been smacked back to his true form. Looking a little nervous, he gazed at me through his fluttering eyelashes.
Cautiously, he said, “Uhh, I… Why don’t we talk about it when we go back tonight?”
Something was wrong!
The air-raid siren sounded in my heart for a moment. My expression turned solemn instantly, and I gravely said, “It’s all right! If there’s anything, just say it right now!”
He seemed a little embarrassed. “This… isn’t a good place to speak, is it?”
Immediately, I transformed into a little tornado, whirling him into the private lounge.
He was a little panicked. “Must I really say it right now? I was going to—”
With complete certainty, I said, “Now.”
844.
Gu Yiliang and I stood, face to face.
I watched him lift his hand up only to put it down again, seemingly unable to decide where he should put his hand. In the end, he staidly placed both his hands on my shoulders.
What? Was he going to try to reanimate a corpse and make it hop 1?
Each time he broke away from the ideology of Gu Yiliang and revealed this sort of heterosexual stereotype that came very natural to him, I was always left extremely anxious?!
Deciding not to say what he had planned to say, he looked at me. Holding my breath, I waited for him to speak.
—Uhh, his decision is really taking too long. I am about to suffocate myself over here.
Just at the critical moment when my head was about to swell twice its size from my breath holding, he slowly said, “—I… I want to change our current relationship.”
Me: ?
Was he about to break up with me??!
The heartrending scene was like the 3D remix of the movie <2012>. I steadied myself, and when I was calm, I asked, “… Why?”
He was stunned by my question. “… Huh?”
With difficulty, he stuttered, “… Y-you’re very satisfied with our current relationship?”
Me: “? Why wouldn’t I be?”
Him: “? How could you be satisfied?!”
Me: “? Why couldn’t I be?!”
Him: “? Why would you be—”
845.
Me: “Hold on, I’m confused, I’m confused! Hmm, how about this? It doesn’t matter whether I’m satisfied or not, but let me sort out my thoughts—”
Him: “Sure, go ahead and sort out your thoughts.”
846.
I looked at his baffled eyes that still couldn’t hide his deep affection. Pondering for a moment, I went through everything, from the moment we knew about each other to the moment we met, and the moment we understood each other to the moment we got together. All of a sudden, I understood something—
All this while, had we been on different frequencies?!
Narrowing my eyes, I grabbed his collar. “… What do YOU think is our relationship right now?”
Shocked by my action, he said doubtfully, “… S-sugar dating?”
Me: …
Me: !!!!!
847.
As expected!!
As expected, he thought he was my sugar baby!!!
We were finally on the same frequency!!
848.
So, that day, when I said I wanted to go to his place, he thought I wanted sex as payment, and that was why he suddenly became so nervous!
So, when he suddenly settled down after getting out of the car, it turned out that he had thought things through!
So, when he suddenly stopped me and suddenly said he wanted to game instead, it was his final fight as a naturally heterosexual man!
So, when he got drunk and suddenly did something like that, he had finally made up his mind!
Everything now made sense!
I thought that I was holding a script where real love was able to turn a straight man gay, but it turned out that it was a script about how sugaring led to real love instead?!
So, Gu Yiliang would also take the melodramatic path of a sugar baby falling in love with their sugar daddy?!
This was my little fresh, beating heart in love, but he actually misunderstood my overflowing sincere emotions as being a sugar daddy?!
That was too much!
849.
Probably because I looked very hurt, Gu Yiliang seemed a little at a loss for what to do as he watched me. He wanted to embrace me, but he didn’t dare to move. Finally, he hesitantly patted me on the shoulder.
—Patting my shoulder?! Could he just stop patting?!
With lifeless eyes, I gazed at him. Just as I was about to say something, there was an abrupt knock on the door of the lounge.
