Did Assistant Xie Make the Trending Searches Today? - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: A Little Touch

Xie He-ting appealed to emotion and reason, attempting to educate Jin Huaifeng on why one should wear clothes to sleep, but the negotiation yielded no results.

Someone refused to put on clothes no matter what, making Xie He-ting so angry his head felt hot.

After sulking alone for a while, his emotions eventually dissolved.

Being bare-chested was absolutely unacceptable in their Great Yan Dynasty. Even in hot weather without ice, one could wear a thin vest inside the house, but it was considered impolite if there were outsiders present.

However, this was not the Great Yan Dynasty after all.

This was a very open era. He remembered a television program he had seen where the boys wore shorts just like Jin Huaifeng’s, and the girls dressed even more “refreshingly.” His face had turned red the first time he saw it.

Perhaps his conservative actions just now had made everyone think he was making a big fuss over nothing.

Jin Huaifeng had an excellent physique. Xie wondered how he had trained it; it didn’t look like those hollow frames produced on a gym assembly line. The muscle lines were smooth and distinct, brimming with power.

His good friend, the young General Zhu, had grown up in military camps since childhood and was skilled in riding, archery, and horsemanship, so his body also had significant weight to it.

With his poor health, Xie He-ting naturally envied such a body full of power. He had touched Zhu Zhenming’s arm through his clothing more than once. Later, he developed a bad habit: whenever he saw such a good physique, he wanted to touch it.

He intentionally tried to avoid looking, but he didn’t know if it was his imagination—Jin Huaifeng always seemed to be swaying in front of him.

One moment he was getting up to drink water, the next he was going to wash his hands.

What was the difference between this and placing a bowl of water before a thirsty person, or a large bowl of food before a starving one?

Xie He-ting tried his best to exercise restraint, but the other’s physique was simply too superior. He couldn’t help but use his phone to block most of his face while stealing a few glances.

Jin Huaifeng changed his posture, stretching his body quite openly. With the slightest movement, his muscles bulged spontaneously, leaving Xie He-ting’s mouth dry.

He didn’t dare look any longer, so he stood up, put away his book, and walked toward the bathroom.

The man, who had been pretending to reply to messages, saw his movements out of the corner of his eye. His gaze swirled, and the slight curl of his lips revealed a sense of playfulness.

Xie He-ting stood before the sink, scooping up a handful of water to splash on his face, when his wrist suddenly hurt.

Unprepared, Xie He-ting had his wrist grabbed, and that small scoop of water spilled entirely onto his own body.

Jin Huaifeng looked down at his own damp chest, then swept his gaze over Xie’s face, asking with a half-smile: “On purpose?”

Fortunately, Jin Huaifeng’s pants were a black, loose-fitting style. When the water droplets hit them, they immediately followed the well-defined lines of his lower abdomen and vanished.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew a bit more suggestive.

Water droplets clung to Xie He-ting’s thick, dark, upward-curling lashes, refracting an alluring light under the lamps.

He said aggrievedly: “It was clearly you who suddenly came over…”

“Who told you to keep stealing glances at me just now? I came over to see what bad things you were doing.” Jin Huaifeng gave a snorted laugh, his tone so certain that it made Xie He-ting momentarily wonder if he really was doing something bad!

“I was not!” Xie He-ting argued loudly, his earlobes turning red enough to drip blood.

Jin Huaifeng looked at him with a half-smile, “Oh, are you sure? This is a live broadcast, you know. The audience can see everything.”

The bullet chat was already dying of excitement from the pink bubbles between these two.

Suddenly cued by the “main course,” they immediately opened fire.

Ha! Ha! Ha! It’s rare that Young Master Jin actually remembers he’s on a live stream?

I thought I was already a corpse.

Too sweet, too sweet. I feel like my liver spots have faded a lot.

Little Xie’s character was too high; after all, he cared about his dignity and couldn’t tell a blatant lie. The guilt on his face couldn’t be hidden; his eyelashes trembled slightly as he apologized with a wavering voice: “I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose. Brother, your physique is just too good.”

Jin Huaifeng had seen countless people, but he truly had never seen one like this.

If you said he was using little tricks to seduce you, he was purer than anyone.

If you said he understood nothing at all, he was stealing glances at you.

Jin Huaifeng felt a stir in his heart and said openly: “We’re both men. If you want to look, just look. My physique is indeed quite good; it’s normal for you to like it.”

Xie He-ting hesitated for a long while. Under Jin Huaifeng’s “magnanimous” smile, he spoke up hesitantly.

“Um…”

“Hmm?”

“Can I… give it a touch?” After saying it, he felt he had gone too far. He lowered his head in embarrassment, not daring to meet Jin’s eyes again.

Pfft—He! You!!!! Well done!!!

Hhhh, I didn’t expect you to be this kind of He-he.

Eight Hundred Idiots puffed on a cigarette and typed slowly: What’s wrong with this? Jin Huaifeng, do you have any situational awareness? Since He-he likes it, you should immediately offer it up for him to touch.

Wait, Idiot-bro, aren’t we being a bit too double-standard? What if it was Jin Huaifeng who wanted to touch Xie He-ting?

Eight Hundred Idiots: If you don’t want your hands, you can donate them!

Fine, fine, fine. As expected of a hardcore solo fan.

Jin Huaifeng had essentially shot himself in the foot. He hadn’t expected this fellow to have both the lustful heart and the lustful courage.

It was like having a delicious dish constantly waving at you saying “Eat me, eat me,” but since there were no utensils on the street, you’d think about it and not eat.

Who knew the other party would prepare the chopsticks? Standing on the main road, to eat or not to eat—it was a dilemma.

When had Jin Huaifeng ever gone hungry?

A belly full of hidden fire flared up instantly. Yet he was the one who provoked it first. With that little gaze looking at you expectantly, could you refuse the touch? Probably not.

“…Fine.”

The kid is hungry; just give him a bite of “food.”

Hearing this, Little Xie’s eyes lit up. His fingers immediately stuck to the muscle of Jin Huaifeng’s bulging arm.

“Wow, so amazing! How did you train to get this?” Xie He-ting’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise. The muscles beneath his hand contained hidden power without being overly exaggerated. He dreamed of having a body like this.

Unfortunately, his own body was disappointing, and the original owner’s body was also soft and just as thin. When he pinched it with two fingers, all he could grab was a layer of skin; the rest was just bone that poked his hands.

He had touched his elder brother’s arm; it was rock hard. It didn’t feel as good as Jin Huaifeng’s. Young Zhu’s was even worse, like a stone.

“Brother, your physique is really good. I’m so envious.”

Jin Huaifeng felt thoroughly comfortable from the praise. If he had a tail, it would probably be wagging right now.

Despite being incredibly smug inside, he spoke nonchalantly: “Just casual training, it’s not very troublesome.”

“This is really amazing!” Xie He-ting touched him with such seriousness, his mischievous fingers moving inch by inch along the grain of the muscles, bringing a surge of heat. Jin Huaifeng had to tighten his skin even further.

Xie became more and more excited as he touched, asking Jin Huaifeng repeatedly: “The muscles in these places must be very hard to train, right?”

Jin Huaifeng half-closed his eyes. Looking down through his lashes, he could easily see Xie He-ting’s fluffy head. His tender white ears peeked out from his black hair, and Jin’s fingers hanging at his side moved slightly.

A second before raising his hand, he suddenly realized what he wanted to do.

Fearing he would make a fool of himself if he stayed any longer, he knit his brows, quickly grabbed the other’s mischievous hand, and pushed it forward: “Alright, I’m going to rest.”

Xie He-ting watched Jin Huaifeng’s back with lingering interest. That surge of power seemed to remain on his fingertips, leaving him with a long-lasting aftertaste.

If his own body were this healthy, he wouldn’t have passed away just from falling into the water, right?

Jin Huaifeng scrambled out of the bathroom and immediately pulled on a shirt, dressing himself neatly from head to toe. He fastened the button to the very top, his trouser legs falling to his ankles. Finally, he gulped down a large glass of cold water to suppress the cluster of hidden fire surging in his heart.

Just as he finally relaxed a bit, he heard that fellow behind him ask crisply: “Brother, how do you train? Teach me, please.”

Little Xie had thought it through clearly. This body of his was somewhat better than his original one anyway. Since no one was looking after him now, there was no harm in following along with the training. Maybe he could actually grow some muscle.

The word “Brother” usually sounded like nothing, just a title. At this moment, it sounded fatal. A spoonful of hot oil splashed onto Jin Huaifeng’s heart. He immediately jumped onto the bed, grabbed the blanket to cover himself, and said hoarsely: “I’m very busy. We’ll talk when I have time.”

Xie He-ting felt extremely disappointed. Those watery, pitch-black eyes stared straight at Jin Huaifeng, silently accusing him of being stingy.

Damn, give a man a break!

Jin Huaifeng almost wanted to pull open the door and find the production team to change rooms.

Wicked. He had never felt “hungry” before; he must have been hexed by this fellow.

Fortunately, Little Xie was not familiar with the man after all and couldn’t act spoiled like he did with everyone else. Seeing Jin Huaifeng lying straight on the bed, he also felt a bit sleepy.

Although the production team was wicked enough to arrange only one bed, there were two blankets and two pillows.

Seeing Jin Huaifeng close his eyes, Xie He-ting lightened his movements. He walked to the other side, took his own pillow and blanket, placed them on the sofa, and then turned off the lights.

“Goodnight, Brother.” This was something he had learned from TV.

Xie He-ting thought he would have trouble sleeping in a strange bed, but his head had barely hit the pillow before he fell asleep. Before sleeping, he hadn’t heard a reply from Jin Huaifeng and was still wondering if he had used the wrong word. Before he could figure it out, his consciousness returned to darkness.

Although the main feature was a 24-hour live broadcast, it was impossible to record the guests while they were sleeping. Snoring and poor sleeping postures were minor issues; it would be bad if someone sleepwalked or talked in their sleep and caused something ridiculous.

So when the lights in the room dimmed, the cameras automatically shut off.

The next morning.

Mu Ying’s gentle voice sounded over the broadcast, reminding the guests that they could go downstairs for breakfast.

Xie He-ting opened his eyes groggily. Hearing a rustling sound, he thought it was his page, Feng Mian, and gave a muddled instruction: “Xiao Feng, what time is it? Bring my clothes here.”

“Which one?” a deep, magnetic voice spoke right by his ear.

Xie He-ting’s eyes, which he couldn’t quite open, suddenly snapped wide. Meeting Jin Huaifeng’s handsome face, his heart skipped a beat.

He was no longer in the Great Yan Dynasty.

Seeing that he didn’t answer, Jin Huaifeng casually took two pieces of clothing from the wardrobe and asked him: “Which one do you want?”

Xie He-ting’s heart was panicking terribly. Without even looking clearly, he randomly pointed at the light-colored one.

Jin Huaifeng was already fully dressed. He placed the clothes aside for him and went out. He even had the rare thoughtfulness to close the door behind him.

Whatever sleepiness Xie He-ting had was scared away. He instinctively glanced at the camera. Fortunately, they had taken off their clip-on microphones while sleeping; he hoped the camera hadn’t recorded that.

He took the clothes to the bathroom to change. Only after he finished changing did he realize two things after the fact.

First, this white shirt he was wearing, which was clearly ill-fitting, wasn’t his own at all.

Second, he had just climbed out of the bed.

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