Did Assistant Xie Make the Trending Searches Today? - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Sharing a Bed

Xie He-ting’s first reaction was to want to have a fight with Jin Huaifeng.

That lecher! He’s teased him time and time again!

This may be endurable, but what is that?

However, the young Master Xie had a brain.

Currently, the enemy is strong while he is weak; acting rashly was not the best strategy.

Looking at Jin Huaifeng’s physique, he could probably send Xie packing with less than a single punch.

Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing is the best!

Xie He-ting’s thoughts were beautiful, but in a single room, where could he possibly hide?

After finishing his bath and putting on his clothes, he stepped out. His long-sleeved pajama buttons were fastened all the way to the top. The black pajamas contrasted with his white skin, looking both abstinent and alluring.

Damn, who taught this kid to dress like this?

Dressed very well, don’t dress like this next time, I can’t stop my nosebleed.

Crap, why fasten the buttons so high? Is it illegal to undo two?

If you want to see skin, you can look at Brother Jin!

Jin Huaifeng’s clothes were wet, so he simply stripped them off and changed into a bathrobe. The belt was tied loosely, revealing more than half of his chest.

At this moment, he was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, reading a book. Seeing Xie come out, he gave him a half-smile and sized him up from head to toe. He tossed the book aside, grabbed his clothes, and stood up to enter the bathroom.

Xie He-ting was originally confused by the look in his eyes, but when he saw that familiar pink cover, his expression froze.

Uh. Why was Jin Huaifeng reading his High EQ Communication for the Heartthrob???

Xie He-ting didn’t quite know why he felt shy. He instinctively hid the book.

The pink book cover was particularly suggestive, immediately catching the attention of the audience in front of the screen.

What kind of book is that? This cover, so pink and tender. Brother Jin, are you reading romance novels??

The camera, as if by fate, gave that book a close-up, so everyone in the bullet chat saw it too.

Pfft—this terrible book title. I didn’t expect you to be this kind of Jin Huaifeng!

No wait, it belongs to He-he, right? Look, He-he hid the book.

Emmm, why does He-ting read this kind of book? It looks like Green Tea tactics at first glance.

No wonder he talks so “tea-like”… turns out he’s undergone meticulous study.

@Eight Hundred Idiots Rushing to the North Slope. Come quick, someone is blackening He-he again!

In the next second, a golden ID made a grand appearance.

“Eight Hundred Idiots Rushing to the North Slope” immediately rushed to the front line.

Let me see which sour chicken is barking here. Shake your brain matter until it’s even before reporting to me.

Skr skr, that’s a rhyme.

As soon as this comment appeared, many responded in unison, condemning the previous comment that blackened Xie He-ting.

“Eight Hundred Idiots Rushing to the North Slope” was an ID that popped up in the afternoon. No one knew when this ID became Xie He-ting’s number one top fan, but anyway, as long as someone said something bad about Xie He-ting, it would absolutely arrive immediately and start blasting.

This person possessed formidable combat power, fighting a crowd of critics alone without fear. When the tearing started, it was dark and chaotic, truly a fierce general.

In short, before Little Xie even knew it, he had fans.

Inside the room.

Just as Xie He-ting finished hiding the book, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Steaming mist scrambled out, mixed with the fragrance of body wash.

“So fast?” he muttered instinctively.

He-he, men cannot be told they are fast.

Luckily the young master was picking his ear and didn’t hear it, haha.

When the camera zoomed in, the audience in front of the screen went directly insane.

Holy crap! Jin Huaifeng, you’re going too far!

Ahhh abs, eight of them! Live!! Good looking! Want to touch!

Xie He-ting turned his head guiltily. When he saw the person coming, his expression stalled.

In early May, the weather had already begun to get hot. Jin Huaifeng was naked from the waist up, wearing a pair of mid-length shorts on the bottom. Fine droplets of water clung to his bare skin, refracting brilliant colors under the lights.

Xie He-ting’s gaze swept over the other’s well-defined abdominal muscles, and his sight landed on the firm, chocolate-colored torso. His eyes felt like they were zapped by electricity, and he hurriedly looked away.

“Why aren’t you wearing clothes!”

Too scandalous!!!!

The half-naked Jin Huaifeng caused a massive impact on Xie He-ting. In their Great Yan Dynasty, a man walking the streets without clothes would be caught and thrown into jail!

“Hmm?” The man nonchalantly stopped drying his hair and looked down. His pants were hanging properly on his strong waist.

“I am wearing them.”

“A shirt!” Xie He-ting didn’t dare look again. He turned his head away, his face red with shame.

“Oh. A shirt—” Jin Huaifeng watched the redness that had finally faded quietly crawl back onto Xie’s face, smiling mischievously: “I don’t want to wear one. It’s hot.”

His gaze scanned up and down Xie He-ting’s body.

The pure black fabric had a soft luster under the lights, making Xie He-ting look like a patch of snow.

Jin Huaifeng narrowed his eyes, staring at that patch of white neck, only feeling that the topmost button was truly an eyesore. “Wearing so much, aren’t you hot?”

“How could it be hot!”

Xie He-ting glared at him with an embarrassed expression. The room was clearly very cool.

As their gazes met, Xie He-ting could already feel that Jin Huaifeng was teasing him again.

He turned his head away indignantly. If it were in their Great Yan Dynasty, a lecher like this would surely be beaten out of the house.

Jin Huaifeng looked at his huffy back. The frustration he felt earlier had mostly dissipated, and he was now satisfied, lying on the bed replying to messages.

Tsk tsk tsk, He-he is completely not Brother Jin’s match. The Big Bad Wolf and the Little White Rabbit. Poor Little White Rabbit, white and white, with two ears standing up.

He’s already started singing.

Old rogue! He-he, but I love to watch, show more.

Eight Hundred Idiots: Hmm, makes sense.

Haha, Idiot-sister is also shipping it.

Eight Hundred Idiots: It’s Brother.

Damn, Idiot is actually a guy!!

Pass it on, Idiot is a guy!

Pass it on, Idiot-bro is a guy who likes to force others to call him ‘Bro’.

Pass it on, Idiot is He-he’s brother.

Eight Hundred Idiots stopped talking.

In the center of the room stood a large bed with light gray bedding. After Jin Huaifeng lay on it, the originally spacious bed suddenly didn’t seem so wide.

Eh, is Brother Jin that big? How did the bed become so small suddenly?

Is there a possibility that this bed is actually 1.5m?

Damn, Sherlock, you found the key point again. Production crew, why are you so wicked? How can two grown men sleep on a 1.5m bed? If they were both 180cm+ like Brother Jin, wouldn’t it be face-to-face and chest-to-chest?

Orange TV, you really know how to create selling points.

Hahahaha this is still okay, you guys go look at those two in the triple room, I’m bursting with laughter. The poor puppy is being forced to start telling jokes.

The ones assigned to the triple room were Shi Jixing, Wen Zhou, and Lan Chi.

Because Lan Chi and Wen Zhou already knew each other, the assignment of the two beds was very simple: Shi Jixing had one to himself, and Wen Zhou and Lan Chi shared one.

However, even with prior acquaintance, the other two wouldn’t want to choose to share a bed with Shi Jixing.

This guy was simply too cold. Although he would generally reply when spoken to, his replies were exceptionally concise. If he could use one word, he absolutely wouldn’t use two. Facing him, there was simply no desire to chat at all.

It was getting late, and the three of them took turns washing up.

Freaks like Jin Huaifeng were rare after all, so everyone’s pajamas were quite complete—short sleeves and shorts. The parts exposed were definitely things that could be broadcast.

Wen Zhou was the last to wash. When he came out, he found only Lan Chi in the room; Shi Jixing had disappeared to nowhere.

“Hey,” he called out to Lan Chi, who was lying on the bed with his legs kicked up playing games: “Where is Shi Jixing?”

“Don’t know. I tried to chat with him and he ignored me. Later I was playing on my phone and didn’t notice him.”

Lan Chi was clearly having a lot of fun; his legs were swaying as he spoke.

He was extremely pale; the exposed half of his calves were like jade, particularly eye-catching.

“K. O.” Lan Chi rolled over, eyes fixed on the screen. He consciously moved to the side, hands not stopping, and asked casually: “Do you want to sleep on the left or the right?”

Although Lan Chi was petite, his height was still significant after all. Wen Zhou looked at himself again; he was 181cm, a large build. If he lay down, their arms would probably touch.

He hesitated for a long while and said: “…Maybe I should sleep on the floor.”

Pfft hahahahahaha, Puppy, do you have to be this cute!!!

I didn’t realize you were a stand-up comedy artist, Wen Zhou.

Lan Chi concentrated on his game. “The bed is big, it can fit us, don’t worry.”

Wen Zhou: “…I’m worried about myself, not the bed.”

He was a normal man after all. Even if he instinctively didn’t have thoughts about Lan Chi, physiological reactions were hard to avoid. Sleeping in one bed was just going too far.

The Puppy must remain chaste for the Great Beauty!

He really… I’m crying.

“Then what? You sleep with Shi Jixing? Aren’t you afraid of freezing to death in the middle of the night?”

The bullet chat followed with bursts of laughter.

“High skill makes for bold courage,” is that something you can say?

Mmm… if someone else said it, it definitely wouldn’t work, but since Lan Chi said it, forget it.

Why, Xingxing-sisters?

Shi Jixing’s fans replied: We don’t argue with low-IQ children.

Hey hey hey, how are you talking!

The screen started arguing back and forth again.

Wen Zhou’s gaze swept around the room, finally landing on the sofa.

“I’m going out for a bit, I’ll be back in a while.”

“Hey, what are you doing!” Lan Chi put down his phone in wonder. Why was it that once it was time to sleep, everyone vanished one by one!

What’s the Puppy doing?

Looking at his pace, it seems… damn, as expected.

Where is he going? Where is he going? I didn’t open SVIP!

The bullet chat said chillingly: Besides going to the Great Beauty’s room, where else can he go?

Zhou Yanrong had also just finished washing up. His semi-dry hair rested on one shoulder as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, lazily watching the person in front of him.

Wen Zhou’s gaze darted everywhere, not daring to look at his mostly exposed chest.

“Is something the matter?”

The voice was deep and suggestive. Wen Zhou had prepared a stomach full of words, but hearing his voice, his whole being stiffened.

His throat bobbed several times, and it took a long while for him to find his voice.

“…Nothing, I just wanted to say goodnight to you.”

“Oh.” Zhou Yanrong gave a soft laugh, leaning nonchalantly against the door. His smiling eyes swept over Wen Zhou’s face.

He clearly hadn’t said a word, yet Wen Zhou already saw many emotions in those soulful eyes, as if the sharpest scalpel was cutting open his chest, dissecting his ribs, revealing a crimson heart. Then, he would see his own name written stroke by stroke on his heart.

Wen Zhou’s hands, hanging at his sides, had unconsciously clenched into fists.

He took several deep breaths.

It took a long time to find his voice.

He thought he had hidden it very well.

But he heard the sob in his own voice.

“…I just want to ask one thing. Why did you leave without saying goodbye?”

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