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“They make it sound like I’m a billionaire.”

If Shen Yuan could hit his friend, he would. Too bad he couldn’t—not in the office.

And so he said, “You’re Liu Qingge.”

Liu Qingge turned to look at him with a face that seemed to ask, and?

“You literally are a billionaire,” said Shen Yuan. He took the tablet from Liu Qingge’s hands, trying his best not to smack his friend’s face with it as he spoke, “And all of these appeared in one night.”

Shen Yuan held the tablet up, showing the screen to his friend as he scrolled down the list of compiled articles. There were really a lot of articles, his team lost sleep! He hated doing media monitoring the most! And he hadn’t even drafted a press release yet because Liu Qingge, the main culprit of this, was not cooperating!

“I am not a billionaire.” Liu Qingge scowled. “My grandpa is.”

Oh, Shen Yuan was losing patience. Finally smacking his friend’s head with the tablet, he yelled, “You’re the heir!”

“My father is,” Liu Qingge murmured, shielding his head from another hit.

Shen Yuan sighed. He gave up.

Forget the press release, clearly there was something else he needed to draft! His resignation letter!

“Look at this.” Shen Yuan clicked on one of the links. Looking at the article displayed, he grimaced. The man in the pictures attached was definitely Liu Qingge. He could tell even with the mask on. “This one is so poorly written, I can’t even read.”

He read anyway; “Bai Zhan Group has always been generous with sponsorship, but it was recently reported that the chairman’s oldest grandson has another idea of sponsoring. The frequent hotel visits seemed to confirm that he is the reason behind rookie actor Luo Binghe’s instant fame. Recently announced as the main lead for his upcoming mov.. Fuck. I can’t read this. Are you into celebrities now? Is that what it is?”

Liu Qingge only blinked. “I don’t understand.”

“It is said that you keep going wherever Luo Binghe is! Every weekend! And stay in the same hotel!” Shen Yuan showed him another article. “How is this a coincidence?” 

“It is not,” said Liu Qingge, not even pausing to think. “But what does it have to do with sponsoring? Are we funding something I don’t know about?”

Shen Yuan gaped in disbelief. “It is not a coincidence.”

“It is not,” Liu Qingge confirmed.

Shen Yuan overcame his shock by hitting his friend on the head. “You should’ve told me so!” As he started drafting the press release in his head, he asked, “So how long have you been dating him?”

“We’re not dating,” said Liu Qingge. 

Shen Yuan gasped! “I didn’t know you’re that type!” 

Though before Liu Qingge could ask what that meant, Shen Yuan said, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this issue.” And dramatically sighed. “Just be more careful next time.”

With a knowing grin on his face, Shen Yuan left.

---

Liu Qingge thought that Luo Binghe was a spoiled brat.

Not that he knew him personally, but weren’t all celebrities the same? The only one he knew was a pretentious, spoiled jerk after all. 

Liu Qingge had never been interested in those shining stars. They were nice to look at from afar, sure. But it wasn’t as pretty up close. He grew up with one; he knew what Shen Jiu was like behind the screen. It wasn’t pretty at all.

Liu Mingyan didn’t think so. To her, stars were prettier up close. 

Liu Qingge thought that his sister had been blinded by being too close. 

And while his sister had been following Shen Jiu around like a little duckling, Liu Qingge had also earned a little duckling of his own. Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan.. who apparently thought that it was a good idea to appoint Luo Binghe as their company’s brand ambassador.

“Our clients aren’t teenagers,” Liu Qingge pointed out. “We don’t need him.”

Bai Zhan International Shipping, subsidiary of Bai Zhan Group—the largest marine shipping company in the whole nation, had never used a brand ambassador. They never needed one. 

They definitely did not need a spoiled brat to represent their brand.

Liu Qingge was about to hand the contract back to Shen Yuan when the door was opened. His father came with a big grin on his face, a frightened Liu Mingyan behind him. She was still in her school uniform. Shaking her head fervently as her brother’s eyes landed on her. Mouthing, please don’t tell him.

“Did I tell you I wasn’t asking for your opinion?” Shen Yuan whispered as he leaned in, subtly pushing the document closer to his friend. “It’s been decided.”

He stepped back just in time for Liu Qingge’s father to say, “You didn’t tell me you’re dating!”

Liu Qingge’s response was immediate. Saying, “I’m not.” 

Liu Mingyan almost shrieked. Covering her mouth with her palm, she tried to calm herself down before making a pleading gesture toward her brother. JUST PLAY ALONG, she mouthed.

What? Liu Qingge mouthed back, certainly lost.

He couldn’t understand his sister sometimes. Most of the time, actually. The ten years age gap felt like a huge barrier in their ways of communicating, though it didn’t stop him from doting on her.

He might be stern at work, but in front of his sister he was completely soft. What his sister asked, he would do. Being her own personal driver included. And her assistant. And her walking ATM. And her tutor. He could be anything, really.

It was also safe to say that Liu Qingge had two jobs: one for the weekdays, one for the weekends. 

He called the latter job babysitting. His sister called it fanboying. 

“You’re a fan,” his sister would remind him each time they arrived at a new place. “If someone asks who you are, what will you do?”

And being the obedient brother that he was, Liu Qingge would answer, “I will tell them that I’m a fan.”

“Correct. And you will not give your name cards away. Not to anyone.” 

“I will not give my name cards to anyone,” Liu Qingge would pledge.

It happened once. The first time Liu Mingyan dragged him to come along on her.. trip. She then made it a routine to remind him.

“You will not take your mask off in public,” she’d say.

“I will not take my mask off in public,” he’d repeat.

Liu Mingyan then would smile very bright! It always warmed Liu Qingge’s heart to see her smiling so carefree like that. 

“Good!” She’d praise him. And one last mandatory question before getting out of the car, “Whose fan are you?”

“Luo Binghe,” Liu Qingge would answer. Face solemn.

He’d then wait as Liu Mingyan indulged in her hobby—chasing the star. He didn’t have to wait like this when she used to follow Shen Jiu around, he knew that jerk’s staff would take good care of her. They all knew who she was. 

But Shen Jiu took less offers these days. No official schedules meant no pictures could be taken. No pictures to be shared with the fandom. And Liu Mingyan liked the thrill of being a fansite! Liked the anonymity behind her big account. 

She was itching to focus on something else; to obsess on someone else. It felt like an escape to her. A chance to be away from the weight of expectations she had to carry on her shoulders. 

Her choice then fell on Luo Binghe. He was new, he used to have a very small fandom too. Liu Mingyan only had to take a few good pictures of him for his agency to personally contact her. They needed the exposure.

They’d tell her Luo Binghe’s schedules in advance. Though she’d only go for the weekend schedules because Liu Qingge made her promise not to skip school.

She was influential, still. Contributing to the fandom as it fastly grew. 

She was, needless to say, experienced. She knew how to take good pictures. Little Nine made its way to the top of Shen Jiu’s fansite list pretty quick. This time, it was White Lotus’ turn to shine. 

Liu Qingge thought that her fansite names were silly. He didn’t say a thing, knowing that her sister was happy.

He also thought that his sister’s taste in celebrities was bad. He, too, didn’t say a thing about that.

She had trusted him enough to let him into her world. Liu Qingge wouldn’t mess it up.

“But A-Yan told me you’re dating!” Liu Qingge’s father said, turning his eyes to his daughter who immediately straightened up and nodded. 

“Gege is probably shy,” she said, voice steady and calm as she smiled at her brother. “They just got together after all.”

Liu Qingge winced.

If she said so..

“Yes,” he ended up saying. “It’s still very new, I forgot I have a boyfriend.”

Shen Yuan snorted. Liu Qingge glared at him. 

His father beamed, turning to look at Shen Yuan as he said, “Have you contacted my son’s boyfriend about the brand ambassador offer? If not, please arrange a meeting. I’d like to meet him myself.”

“No!” Liu Qingge sprang up from his chair. Even Liu Mingyan couldn’t hide her distress.

She was quick to control her expression though. Putting her hand on her father’s arm as she said, “Gege said he’d like to date in private.” She glanced at her brother before resuming, “Having him as our brand ambassador would bring the attention to them. I’m sure Gege wouldn’t want that.”

Liu Qingge stiffly nodded. What else was there to do?!

Luo Binghe wasn’t even informed that they were dating! 

They were basically strangers!

His father ended up believing the words. Canceling the agenda in an instant before going to pat his son on the shoulder. “I’m happy for you,” he said.

Liu Qingge had only smiled. Though he was sure it came off more like a wince. 

And after much convincing from Liu Mingyan that the new couple was very shy and it’d take a while for Liu Qingge to introduce his lover to the whole family, their father finally left. Shen Yuan trailing behind him because his friend’s expression had turned grim.

“I’m sorry,” Liu Mingyan said, dropping off her calm act as she went to hug her brother. “I was scared Baba would find out.”

Liu Qingge immediately softened. Sighing, he put his arms around her. “No editing pictures on weekdays,” he said. “No staying up late past eleven.”

Liu Mingyan nodded, knowing that she deserved at least such punishment.

“Also take that giant framed picture of that brat away from my bathroom. It creeps me out.”

She wanted to argue that it was the safest place to hang Luo Binghe’s most dazzling picture! Nobody would dare question Liu Qingge of his choices! If he wanted to hang a handsome man’s photo on his bathroom wall, then nobody would dare talk about it!

But she nodded anyway. Voice small as she spoke, “Okay.”

Liu Qingge nodded as well. He patted his sister’s head before gently pushing her away. “Now what?” he asked. His life was about to change, he knew. He had never shown interest in romance before, his family surely wouldn’t leave him alone. “What do I do?”

Liu Mingyan sighed. “I’ll give you his manager’s contact.”

—

Luo Binghe’s manager looked more like his bodyguard.

And his boss looked more like his manager. It was weird.

The CEO of An Ding Entertainment introduced himself as Shang Qinghua. It was very weird because he looked more afraid of Luo Binghe than the actor was of him.

Luo Binghe had his arms crossed across his chest, fuming from the moment Liu Qingge got into the room. 

There were so many reporters and fans outside the agency building that his bodyguard-like manager had to come and handle the crowd. One man. Very buff. And when he told everyone to move, they all moved. Making ways for Liu Qingge’s car.

The effect only lasted for a while though. They went wild once they knew who was inside the car, so many cameras flashing. So loud. Annoyed that his car couldn’t pass through, Liu Qingge got off. He was immediately swarmed.

The buff manager came to the rescue.

Liu Qingge was a mess when he finally made it into the building. The manager fixed his own shirt like it was nothing, nodding curtly as he ushered him toward the CEO’s room. Liu Qingge followed.

Luo Binghe was there, looking like he could jump to beat him up any second. 

Liu Qingge had never seen him this close before, but it wasn’t a really good first impression.

While Luo Binghe couldn’t stop glaring daggers at him, Shang Qinghua was looking at him in awe. Nobody said anything after the brief introductions. It was getting awkward, Liu Qingge had to break the silence, “My side has released a statement.”

Shang Qinghua immediately straightened up. Trying to look serious but failing to do so as he squeaked, “We noticed.” He cleared his throat then. Repeating, “We noticed.”

It didn’t change much. Luo Binghe scoffed.

“You’re not my type,” Luo Binghe said, still glaring at the guest.

Liu Qingge took a sip of his coffee, looking elegant despite the messy hair and his crumpled shirt. “You’re not my type either,” he said, setting the cup down on the desk. “I’m not into brats.”

“Oh, really?” Luo Binghe tilted his head. He was smiling, but it was very cold. Intimidating, almost. “Then why are you so desperate to tell the world that I’m your boyfriend? I don’t even know you. And you’ve been, what, following me around like a fucking cr–”

His manager shoved biscuits into his mouth, stopping him from talking. Shang Qinghua looked like he could faint.

“Binghe,” Shang Qinghua called, almost pleading. That seemed to calm Luo Binghe down a little.

“We have our reasons,” Liu Qingge said, this time to Shang Qinghua. Offering, “I could also pay for the damage done.”

His priority was for Liu Mingyan not to get discovered—not by anyone.  

The press release from his side was confirming that they were dating and Liu Qingge wasn’t sponsoring Luo Binghe in any way. That they were meeting on good terms and were very much in love. He really needed to kick Shen Yuan for that unnecessary part.

But it worked. The rumor had turned into something favorable for both parties, hate comments replaced by warm wishes for the two. People even started making ship names. And Liu Qingge knew because his sister also came up with one.

“We almost lost a few jobs from the first rumor,” Shang Qinghua admitted. “All of them called back after your company released the statement though. We got some new offers too. There wasn’t much… casualties. Except for one.” His smile was sad when he continued, “He lost his first leading role. The director said the movie no longer suits his current image.”

Luo Binghe gritted his teeth. His manager shoved more biscuits into his mouth when he was about to speak. Liu Qingge frowned, a little distracted.

“Is that how you normally treat your artist?” he asked.

Shang Qinghua chuckled. Saying, “Only this one.”

Liu Qingge found it easy to shrug. Admitting, “He deserves that.” 

Luo Binghe was chewing on his biscuits, swallowing angrily before spatting, “Fuck you.”

Ignoring the actor, Liu Qingge asked, “I’ll ask someone to find him another leading role. Would that settle it?”

He didn’t know how. But he figured Shen Yuan would know. And with Shen Jiu’s connection, it would’ve been easy.

“Thank you,” Shang Qinghua said, nodding. But Luo Binghe didn’t seem as grateful.

He was shaking with anger as he got up from his seat. “You rich people don’t understand how hard it is to work your way up,” he said, pointing at Liu Qingge. “Does this look like a game to you? Is this fun? Fuck you! You just ruined my years of hard work.”

Nobody was stopping him as he stormed off the room.

“Sorry about that,” said Shang Qinghua, gesturing at the buff manager to follow Luo Binghe before turning his focus back on their guest. “Someone broke into his room last night.”

At this, Liu Qingge scowled. “How come?”

“A crazy.. fan,” the CEO said, massaging his temples. 

Sisheng fan. Obsessive stalker, Liu Qingge knew that much. 

“She kept screaming. Said she was disappointed at him for stooping so low. What a way to find out about the rumor.” Shang Qinghua laughed, but there was no humor in his voice as he added, “We weren’t prepared to see such news. He had a clean record before this, you know. We just didn’t see it coming.” He shook his head. “I’ll apologize in his stead for shouting at you like that. It must’ve been shocking for you as well.”

“It is,” Liu Qingge admitted. Though compared to Luo Binghe, his discovery of the news wasn’t as annoying. It was just Shen Yuan strutting into his room, wiggling his eyebrows as he asked, you got yourself a sugar baby?

He had kept denying until the articles were shoved onto his face.

“So?” Shang Qinghua prompted.

No answer.

The confusion on Liu Qingge’s face made him sigh. Shang Qinghua looked very tired. Smiling politely as he said, “About the pictures..” I hope you weren’t really following my artist around like a fucking creep, was left unsaid.

“Oh.” Liu Qingge, well-trained, answered, “I’m a fan.”

Shang Qinghua cursed.

—

“Fuck.”

Liu Qingge seemed to be hearing a lot of that today.

But this one was from his sister. Unacceptable. He was about to scold when Liu Mingyan asked, “You told him that you’re a fan?” and she screamed. “A fan! Gege, a fan!”

Liu Qingge frowned as he brought his phone further from his ear. Only bringing it back closer once his sister stopped screaming. Saying, “But you said-”

And Liu Mingyan cut him off, starting a lecture on how his answer had turned him into a creep. 

It only dawned upon him that she might be right.

It would’ve been different if he mentioned that he was with White Lotus–the fansite everyone loved. Her presence in Luo Binghe’s schedules were expected. The manager never failed to give her the actor’s locations. Hotel names, even. Luo Binghe’s side trusted her despite never talking in person.

But the whole point was to keep his sister anonymous, so Liu Qingge couldn’t really say that he knew her. 

“You said someone broke into his room?” asked Liu Mingyan after she was done, now sounding worried. 

Liu Qingge nodded. Realizing that his sister couldn’t see him, he hummed. “Mm.”

His sister had told him about this many times before. That Luo Binghe needed more protection. Now that Liu Qingge thought about it, there were many things he knew about that brat because Liu Mingyan kept telling him.

Like the fact that they just moved into this building; and that Luo Binghe also lived here. 

Liu Mingyan couldn’t stop telling him that Luo Binghe was a hard worker. Liu Qingge simply thought that sleeping in the office wouldn’t make someone a hard worker. Their views kept clashing when it came to Luo Binghe, not that Liu Qingge voiced any. Not to his sister, at least.

“Did you have lunch yet?” Liu Qingge asked, walking out of the toilet. He let her skip school today because she wouldn’t be able to focus anyway. “Where are you?”

“Still in your office,” she murmured. Sighing softly before saying, “Yuan Gege bought me food but I don’t think I can eat.” 

“Eat,” he said.

“But Bing-”

“I’ll keep him safe.”

Liu Qingge walked toward the main entrance, frowning when he saw that the crowd was still there. Letting Luo Binghe stay here wasn’t an option then. It was a small building. Bad security. Where did Luo Binghe sleep even? What if someone broke into his room again? Liu Mingyan would be worried. 

Liu Qingge wouldn’t want that.

Hanging up the call, Liu Qingge went back into the CEO’s room. Shang Qinghua and the manager seemed to be discussing something. They stopped once Liu Qingge stepped in, Luo Binghe was nowhere in sight.

“Our side will support your statement,” said Shang Qinghua, motioning for Liu Qingge to take a seat before sitting down across from him. “We’ll post on our social media soon.”

Liu Qingge nodded. They would be officially dating then. 

“On one condition.” Shang Qinghua held up his finger. “No one should know that you’re a.. a..” he couldn’t say it.

“That I’m a fan,” Liu Qingge helped finish it for him.

Shang Qinghua didn’t even bother to hide his exasperation. “Yeah, that.” He waved his hand dismissively. Muttering under his breath, “I’d sue you if only you weren’t rich.”

Revealing that Liu Qingge was a sisheng fan—a crazy stalker, would do more harm than good to his agency. Shang Qinghua knew. He had thought about it. The power gap was too much. Sure, people would be upset at the invasive act. It’d put a taint on Liu Qingge’s name, but at what cost? Shang Qinghua’s company would surely be blamed for failing to protect their artist. 

There were so many companies in the entertainment industry that the fall of one wouldn’t mean a thing. But the line of business Liu Qingge was in.. it was a whole different world. Shang Qinghua didn’t dare to start a fight he couldn’t win. 

This was safer, he thought. For both parties. Though Luo Binghe still needed to be convinced.

“We need to create a believable story,” Shang Qinghua said. “On how the two of you met, fell in love and all.”

“I’ll let you talk to my..” Liu Qingge almost said sister. He cleared his throat then. Saying, “Team.”

“Alright.” Shang Qinghua nodded. 

The room then went silent.

All eyes turned to the buff manager when he spoke, “I’ve never seen you.” He was scowling. He didn’t bother to introduce himself, even his email name was only Binghe’s Manager. 

“I know the faces of his extreme fans, those that follow him around even outside his schedules. But I’ve never seen you,” he continued. Pointing out, “You don’t follow him around.”

Liu Qingge was not prepared. It was true that he didn’t follow Luo Binghe around. Not like that. But what reason could he possibly give without outing his sister’s identity? He needed time to think.

Shang Qinghua turned to look at him. Scrutinizing as he said, “I’ve never seen you either.” He kept looking, eyes slowly scanning over his body. “With a face and body like that, I would’ve remembered.”

The manager reached to cover Shang Qinghua’s eyes, but his hand was so big it ended up covering his whole face. “Stop looking,” he grunted.

Liu Qingge really needed to think. But his mind went blank! What was he supposed to say? He shouldn’t have came here alone. 

Though before his mind could go entirely blank, the door was opened. It was Luo Binghe.

Seeing him, Liu Qingge remembered his promise to do something. Keep him safe. Right. He promised his sister he’d keep him safe. This building was not safe. Luo Binghe shouldn’t sleep here tonight. What if someone broke in again? Right. Not safe.

And so Liu Qingge said, “Sleep with me.”

And if that earned him a slap from Luo Binghe, he didn’t tell Liu Mingyan a thing.

—

Luo Binghe ended up agreeing.

Because he, too, had never seen Liu Qingge before this.

The rumor was shocking. But it felt unfair because he had no idea about what was going on! And if something was about to happen again, he'd rather know what he was getting himself into.

He said something about keeping enemies close? Liu Qingge wasn't sure. He couldn't really follow the conversation.

The three were talking without him. And his cheek was still stinging. 

He had tried to explain before though—right after the slap. He meant sleep in his penthouse! He had a spare guest room! It was much safer than sleeping here, nobody would be able to break in.

When Luo Binghe went to pack his things, Shang Qinghua made a group chat for the whole dating stunt planners; Liu Mingyan, Shen Yuan, Shang Qinghua, and the manager.

Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe were not invited. 

The manager had only contacted Liu Mingyan through emails before so the group chat was safe. Hopefully. 

It was quite baffling to know that the first thing they did was deciding on a CP name. A ship name. Whatever it was, Liu Qingge didn’t like how they put Luo Binghe’s name first. 

“Change it,” he said once Shang Qinghua announced that the CP name was Bingliu. “My name on the front.”

The CEO frowned. He typed into his phone anyway, probably telling the group chat that Liu Qingge wasn’t satisfied with the name. And asked, “What’s your suggestion then?”

Liu Qingge pondered for a while. Saying, “Gebing.”

“Not bad.” Shang Qinghua shrugged, typing some more. “We’ll vote then.”

Liu Qingge nodded. 

It turned out that Gebing earned 2 votes; from Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan. Three, with Liu Qingge. And 2 votes for Bingliu! His name was on the winning side then. 

But of course, when Luo Binghe was asked to vote, the first thing he asked was: “What’s his choice?” Not even looking at Liu Qingge as he made a gesture toward him with his chin. Very impolite, Liu Qingge thought.

“Gebing,” the manager said.

“I’ll vote for Bingliu then,” Luo Binghe said. Now turning his focus to Shang Qinghua as he asked, “Which one did you vote for?”

At this, Shang Qinghua squeaked. Luo Binghe looked very scary he ended up saying, “Bingliu.”

That traitor! He voted for Gebing just before! 

Liu Qingge was looking at him in pure disbelief as Shang Qinghua avoided his gaze. Clearing his throat before announcing, “Bingliu wins.”

“Ridiculous,” Liu Qingge grunted. Whatever. Not like he cared anyway. He was scowling as he stood up, extending his arm toward Luo Binghe. “Give..”

Luo Binghe threw him his backpack. Liu Qingge caught it with ease, but that was not what he was asking.

“...me your hand,” he resumed anyway. Slinging the heavy backpack over one shoulder before offering his hand back to Luo Binghe. 

The actor didn’t even try to hide his disgust. “Why would I?”

“My car’s outside,” Liu Qingge said. “People are going to watch.”

“Right. Let’s not stir up another rumor,” said Shang Qinghua as he approached, taking Luo Binghe’s hand to put it on top of Liu Qingge’s. “We can’t have them write your break up story so soon after the dating announcement.” 

Liu Qingge only nodded. His sister had briefed him about that. And so he held onto Luo Binghe’s hand; expression not showing hints of being in love at all.

Shang Qinghua heaved a sigh. “I don’t think you’re his fan,” he muttered, turning his attention to Luo Binghe as he asked, “Will you be okay?” 

Though before the actor could answer, Shang Qinghua already shook his head. He dragged the manager by his sleeve and said, “You’re coming along.” Voice stern as he spoke, “If you see anything suspicious, immediately take him back.”

The manager nodded, taking the car keys when Liu Qingge handed it to him.

Luo Binghe was tense as they walked. Liu Qingge wasn’t any better. Though as soon as they stepped out of the building, Luo Binghe was smiling. Immediately relaxing as he looked at his supposedly-boyfriend. 

If Liu Qingge hadn't known better, he would've believed that Luo Binghe was happy to see him. Though the murderous look was still there, it was much subtler than before. And the smile looked so genuine it made his breath hitch. 

Liu Qingge's fascination didn't last long.

People were crowding around them. While many were asking about their newly announced relationship, there were also inappropriate questions thrown. 

They asked whether Luo Binghe would do anything for fame. They asked which movies had he earned from this. They, too, asked who else had he slept with to get here. 

Luo Binghe's smile didn't falter one bit.

Liu Qingge hated it.

—

There were only two slippers.

Both were purple. Both were in Liu Qingge’s size. Both were very fluffy. 

And Luo Binghe was looking at them with a conflicted expression.

The actor seemed to be judging his taste–which wasn’t really his taste since Liu Mingyan was the one buying them and he didn’t even bother changing. He rarely had guests anyway. He also didn’t mind the color. 

“Take it or leave it,” he said, slipping into his own pair of slippers.

Luo Binghe followed suit. Though before he went in, he turned to face his manager. Saying, “Just go back. I’ll be fine.”

“But-”

“He needs you more than I do.”

Liu Qingge didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But at the disgruntled noise the manager let out, he said, “I won’t touch him. I’ve told you before that he’s not my style.” To convince him. Just in case. And added, “You can take my car.”

Luo Binghe glared at him, though his expression softened as he turned to look at the manager. “Go,” he said, nudging him. “Before he could do anything stupid.”

“He already did.” The manager scoffed. “How could he let you date a shis–nevermind. You’re right. I should stay with him.”

Liu Qingge led Luo Binghe to the guest room once the manager left, leaving only the two of them alone. 

Seeing how Liu Qingge casually followed him into the room, Luo Binghe gritted his teeth. Clenching his hands into fists as he spoke, "Knew it. Rich people like you are the worst. Just because you have money doesn't mean you can buy my dignity. You're just the same like–wait. You're leaving?"

Liu Qingge only meant to put Luo Binghe's backpack and leave! He'd been carrying it since he first caught it. Though at Luo Binghe's words, his steps halted. Already reaching the door as he turned around. "Same like what?"

Luo Binghe looked taken aback. He opened his mouth to speak only to close it once more, observing Liu Qingge’s unchanging expression before concluding, “You’re not interested.”

Not getting what he meant, Liu Qingge scowled. He waited. And when it seemed like Luo Binghe wouldn’t give further explanation, he turned again to leave. Glancing back as he heard footsteps behind him. “Aren’t you going to rest?”

“Not until I figure out what you want,” Luo Binghe said through gritted teeth. He could really use some sleep, but he still couldn’t grasp the whole situation and it irked him off because he thought he got it all figured out. Liu Qingge didn’t pounce on him when they were alone. That unamused face didn’t change as well. He didn’t even look the slightest bit interested! “What do you get out of this? What are you planning?”

“Nothing at the moment,” Liu Qingge lied. He couldn’t really say he needed to protect his sister. Being the polite host that he was, Liu Qingge went to the kitchen. Taking a pink can out of the fridge before handing it to his guest. “Here.”

Luo Binghe liked peach drinks. Liu Qingge knew. 

But instead of smiling like in the video Liu Mingyan showed him, Luo Binghe frowned at the drink. Saying, “I don’t like peaches.”

Liu Qingge frowned as well. Insisting, “But you like this one. I saw how happy you looked after drinking this.” Liu Qingge stared at the drink, as if trying to figure out what went wrong.

“Oh, maybe because I had to look happy. Ever heard of this thing called acting?” Luo Binghe asked, smiling as he tilted his head. “I did that too when we were leaving the agency building.” 

Liu Qingge was still frowning when Luo Binghe took the can out of his hand, shoving him away from the fridge as he searched for another drink that suited his taste. His choice fell on strawberry milk. “You like pink and purple?”

“My sister does,” said Liu Qingge. She really treated his home as her own free storage. The amount of merchs she brought. Endless endorsed products–both by Shen Jiu and Luo Binghe. Things she couldn’t bring home, she’d put it at her brother’s. She was the one filling his fridge too.

Luo Binghe closed the fridge, leaning against the door as he took a sip of his milk. Asking, “You live with your sister?”

“I live alone,” Liu Qingge answered. Afraid that he’d give more information about his sister, Liu Qingge went to his room. Luo Binghe followed. And so he announced, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Okay,” Luo Binghe said. He didn’t stop walking though, following Liu Qingge into his room. And to his bathroom.

Liu Qingge immediately stopped. “I need to use the bathroom,” he said once more, hoping Luo Binghe would leave him alone.

But all Luo Binghe said was: “Okay.” Sipping on his milk as he pushed through. At the sight that greeted him–a giant framed picture of himself hung near the bathtub, he choked. 

Liu Qingge sighed.

—

There was no explanation offered. 

Liu Qingge let the actor think whatever he wanted as he pushed him out of the bathroom, shutting the door. 

Luo Binghe started screaming about how much of a pervert he was for having the picture on his wall. Liu Qingge locked the door. Sighing once more before going to wash his face. If this was a dream, he hoped the cold water could wake him up.

Too bad it wasn’t.

Luo Binghe was still there when he went out; no longer screaming, seeming to find Liu Qingge’s collection of ship models. Liu Qingge flinched at the milk carton on top of the glass display. 

“That’s not a table,” Liu Qingge scolded, taking the carton to throw it away before going back to stand next to Luo Binghe. Saying, “I’ll move the picture to your room.”

Luo Binghe nodded. Looking calm despite all the screams from before. “Is this..” he started, putting his palm against one of the glass displays. “Is this a real ship?”

Luo Binghe didn’t even turn to look at him, eyes focused on the miniature ship. Liu Qingge followed his gaze, letting out a soft chuckle as he leaned closer. “It’s a tugboat.” 

Luo Binghe didn’t know which one was more surprising: Liu Qingge’s laughter or the fact that there was a ship with his name. His fansite name, actually. He had gained a lot of recognition from the pictures his fansite took that the name had become his own nickname. White Lotus.

He had never known who was behind the camera, but Luo Binghe thought that he really owed that person a lot. And if.. If.. “Are you…” he started, not even able to finish his sentence. He wouldn’t dare to hope. But it made sense, somehow. 

Luo Binghe endorsed the brand of these slippers they were using. There were so many familiar brands in Liu Qingge’s fridge; some he filmed advertisements for, some were product placements in his dramas. The skincare set he saw before was not of a high-end brand. They were merely drugstore products, looking so out of place in his elegant bathroom. Luo Binghe was the brand ambassador for that. 

And the picture. The framed picture on his bathroom wall was taken by White Lotus. Luo Binghe could tell even just by looking once. 

“It’s very strong even though it’s small,” said Liu Qingge. He was smiling when Luo Binghe turned to look at him. Though not at Luo Binghe. He was smiling at the ship. 

Luo Binghe suddenly wanted to see more of that. And so he asked, “How about this one?”

He was already moving to stand next to another model, looking up at Liu Qingge who had his eyes on the ship. “Atlas,” Liu Qingge said. It was the ship’s name, Luo Binghe had read.

“Is this one big?” Luo Binghe asked, though he could already tell just by looking at the miniature. It looked very big.

“The overall length is 330m. Beam is 60m.” Liu Qingge perked up at this, walking closer as if the vessel had called for him. “It’s a crude oil tanker.”

Luo Binghe slowly stepped back, palm resting against the display glass of yet another model. Asking, “This one?”

Liu Qingge followed as if bewitched. “LNG tanker,” he said.

“Cheng Luan,” Luo Binghe read the name.

Liu Qingge’s nod was almost immediate. Eyes widening as he turned to look at the actor. “Cheng Luan,” he said.

Luo Binghe’s eyes widened as well. Then he laughed. Because for once, Liu Qingge looked excited! 

He always adored White Lotus for the pictures and the respectful boundaries. If Liu Qingge had been the one behind the account–had been the one behind the camera, Luo Binghe never thought that he’d meet him this way. And to think that he slapped him!

If Liu Qingge really was the one behind White Lotus, then that would mean he was not a stalker. The information of Luo Binghe’s whereabouts was given freely for him to follow. For him to take pictures. 

Then all of this chaos.. Liu Qingge must’ve done it to protect his privacy. White Lotus was very secretive of his identity, always saying no whenever Shang Qinghua asked to meet. And if Luo Binghe had to get into a scandal to protect White Lotus, he wouldn’t mind. White Lotus had done so much for him to get into where he was. Luo Binghe would be forever grateful.

This discovery just changed the whole thing.

Liu Qingge was confused at the actor’s sudden laughter. Even more confused when Luo Binghe blurted out; “You’re cute.”

“Sorry about the slap,” Luo Binghe said, actually looking genuine. “And all those accusations.”

Was it an act? Liu Qingge wasn’t sure. It was scary nonetheless.

When Luo Binghe stepped closer, Liu Qingge took a step back. Arms already moving to act as a shield. If Luo Binghe punched him, he would not punch back. He’d still try to block it though.

But Luo Binghe didn’t punch him. He didn’t slap him either. For the first time after all the things happening today, Luo Binghe looked tame. Shy, almost. It made Liu Qingge shudder.

“I need to get back to the office,” he ended up saying.

Luo Binghe nodded. And it scared him even more when he said, “I’ll be here.” Actually blushing as his hands wildly gestured around, adding, “Here I mean not here here. I’ll be waiting in my room!”

Not knowing how to respond, Liu Qingge just nodded. “Okay.”

And there he rushed back to work. Didn’t even bother to call for a car because he needed to get out fast, stopping a taxi only to run to the PR dept once he arrived. Slamming on Shen Yuan’s desk and asked, “Am I cute?”

Problem number one: Shen Yuan did not have his own room. He was only in this company for fun, ditching his own family’s business to tail around Liu Qingge.

Problem number two: it was no longer lunch time. Which meant, people were there.

Problem number three: they were all watching.

And problem number four would be the way Shen Yuan screamed out yes and lunged for his cheeks.

Liu Qingge needed a break.

—

The first night went okay.

Liu Qingge moved the picture to Luo Binghe’s room as he promised, wincing at the actor’s shy offer; “You can keep it.”

And let himself be called a pervert once more? No, thank you. Liu Qingge couldn’t understand Luo Binghe. Wasn’t he the one screaming to take the picture off his bathroom wall?

“I’ll put this here,” Liu Qingge said, putting the frame by Luo Binghe’s bedside table. “I’ll drill the wall on the weekend. We can hang it then.”

Then off he dashed to his room.

Other than that, things were okay. Luo Binghe didn’t try to kill him. And the next morning, he even served breakfast.

It was nice and warm, though Liu Qingge ate alone. Luo Binghe left a note that he had to go for a schedule. Liu Qingge didn’t usually eat breakfast, but it was nice. It must’ve shown on his face because Shen Yuan could not leave him alone throughout the day, pestering him on how his night went. 

Liu Qingge could only sigh and endure. He endured well. Only snapping once by the end of the day, throwing his expensive pen at his friend’s face.

Luo Binghe wasn’t home when he came back that night. Both of the slippers were there.

The next night too.

And the next.

The breakfast was always there though. Along with the note of having to attend an early schedule.

It was on the fourth day of reading the same note that Liu Qingge decided. He texted the manager, asking him what time would Luo Binghe be done for the day.

The answer came sooner than he expected: ten. And, you wanna pick him up? I wanna go on a date.

Another text: boss can’t pick him up bc he has a date too.

Why didn’t he just say that they were going on a date, Liu Qingge wondered. Even someone as oblivious to romance as him could notice. 

Before Liu Qingge could type his answer, the location was already sent. He only sent ok after the manager said thanks. 

What if he couldn’t pick him up?! Was he going to ditch Luo Binghe?! He needed to tell Liu Mingyan about this mistreatment. Maybe she could do something about it?

When he arrived at the shooting location that night, the manager texted: 

Make sure he eats.

He tends to skip dinner after long schedules. Don’t let him sleep before he eats.

Normally, Liu Qingge would’ve scoffed and called Luo Binghe a spoiled brat. Luo Binghe must’ve put something in his morning meals because Liu Qingge actually didn’t mind, sending out an ok as a reply.

When he finally saw Luo Binghe, he looked tired. Though he brightened up when he saw Liu Qingge. Running toward him.

And the next thing he knew, he already got an armful of Luo Binghe.

“Sorry,” Luo Binghe whispered, arms wrapped around Liu Qingge’s neck. “People are watching. Gotta act like a couple.”

Liu Qingge pulled away. One hand tugging on Luo Binghe’s backpack strap and helped it off, settling the bag on his own arm before hugging him once more. Asking, “You carry your own bag?”

At this, Luo Binghe frowned. White Lotus would’ve known. But he nodded anyway, snuggling into his warmth. 

Liu Qingge was tense. And when he moved his hand to pat the back of Luo Binghe’s head, it was awkward. He was so stiff Luo Binghe had to point out, “People aren’t going to believe we’re dating.”

“What should I do?” Liu Qingge asked.

“Have you never dated anyone before?” Luo Binghe asked in return. At the lack of answer, he scoffed. Pulling away to look at Liu Qingge as he said, “Tuck my hair behind my ear.”

Liu Qingge did. Luo Binghe’s hair was pretty long. And soft. And pretty. His hand lingered before slowly moving down to his neck, unconsciously toying with the strands there. “What next?” he asked.

“Kiss my forehead or something,” Luo Binghe said, trying to sound nonchalant. He managed. Though the wild thump in his chest couldn’t lie. 

They did stay in the same house, but this was only their second meeting! And Luo Binghe might think of Liu Qingge a little too much. It tugged on his heart in all the wrong way because he kept thinking of Liu Qingge getting excited over his ships! These past few days he didn’t even think of him as the great fansite White Lotus!

It was always the image of Liu Qingge, eyes widening in excitement as he looked at those miniatures of his ships! 

“I’ll kiss your forehead,” Liu Qingge suddenly announced. And before Luo Binghe could answer, he was already pulled closer. A bump would be the better word to call it rather than a kiss. 

Liu Qingge bumped his lips against Luo Binghe’s forehead.

It must’ve hurt his teeth too because Luo Binghe could feel the pain on his forehead! But Liu Qingge turned out to be a better actor than he expected. He stayed in his place. To people watching, Luo Binghe looked like he was tenderly kissed.

Lots of camera snaps later, they finally got into the car. 

The ride was silent. 

Luo Binghe was trying his best not to doze off when Liu Qingge said, “I’m hungry.”

“Oh,” Luo Binghe said, straightening up on his seat. So that was why he’d been fidgeting! Was he shy to say that? Luo Binghe bit back his smile and offered, “I can cook when we’re back?”

Liu Qingge immediately shook his head. “It’s still far. I’m hungry now.”

Right. It was far. And cooking would mean losing more sleep than he already was. “Okay,” Luo Binghe said.

They ended up going to the first restaurant they passed by.

Liu Qingge ordered a lot, the aunty even asked, “For take out?”

Liu Qingge turned to look at Luo Binghe. “Dine in,” Luo Binghe answered for him. “We’re hungry.”

Turning to look back at the aunty, Liu Qingge nodded. “Hungry,” he confirmed.

It took quite a while for their order to come out. A while after pouring down tea for Liu Qingge, Luo Binghe put both his hands under the table. Occasionally pinching his thighs to keep himself awake. It didn’t help much.

It was exceptionally tiring today, with all the action scenes Luo Binghe did by himself. No doubles. Just him. People adored him for not using any stuntmen; he gained so much fame even as a supporting role in his latest wuxia drama, surpassing the main actor himself. There was so much discourse online that the romantic interest should’ve chosen him instead of the main character.

It was a hard-earned fame. Luo Binghe intended to keep it that way.

Feeling like he’d fall asleep if he stayed quiet, Luo Binghe broke the silence. Saying, “So you take pictures for fun?”

Liu Qingge nodded and Luo Binghe stopped pinching himself. He felt awake!

“How did it start?” Luo Binghe couldn’t help but ask. Many of his favorite pictures were taken by White Lotus; the fansite had been with him from when he was just a mere extra. A nobody in the industry. Why me, he wanted to ask. Though seeing the frown on Liu Qingge’s face, he refrained himself.

“As much as I want to, most of the time I can’t stay for long,” Liu Qingge said. Frown deepening as if the thought itself upset him greatly. “It makes me want to keep.. memories.”

Luo Binghe didn’t expect that coming from him. White Lotus only took pictures of his weekend schedules, but to know that Liu Qingge wanted to stay longer.. Luo Binghe gulped. “How..” he started. “Do you usually take them?”

“Just with my phone.” Liu Qingge shrugged.

What kind of phone could take such high quality pictures?! Luo Binghe couldn’t even hide his shock! He was literally gaping when Liu Qingge added, “Sometimes with a drone.”

This was.. unexpected. Would that be why Luo Binghe had never seen him before? Because he took his pictures with a fucking drone?! And a phone?!

“Can I know which ones were taken with a drone?” Luo Binghe asked, unconsciously leaning closer. 

Liu Qingge just shrugged once more, taking out his phone before going through his gallery. Luo Binghe leaned even closer, trying to peek.

And when Liu Qingge finally handed him the phone, Luo Binghe could only stare at the screen.

Of course he was talking about his ship!

Luo Binghe reached out to swipe, making sure that he wasn’t showing him the wrong picture. But the next picture was also of his ship! And the next! More swipes and there he saw more ships! 

Was Liu Qingge still trying to be secretive? Was he being like this because he was shy? Luo Binghe had to respect that then! He stayed calm as he nodded, swiping some more. “This one’s a tanker?” 

Liu Qingge leaned closer to take a look, nodding as he said, “Crude oil tanker. Like the one you saw in my room but smaller.” He halted then. Adding, “Smaller than the real one, I mean. The one in my room was just a.. why are you smiling?”

Luo Binghe immediately shook his head. “Please go on.”

Luo Binghe had searched Liu Qingge up on the internet. It was the first thing he did after the scandal broke out; staring at Liu Qingge’s stiff, awkward smile displayed on his company website. And now that he had met him, Luo Binghe thought that the photographer should’ve made him talk about his ships. Luo Binghe would very much like to capture the sight as Liu Qingge went on.

They talked even when the food was served. Luo Binghe found it easy to ask when Liu Qingge kept providing answers. Though he found it hard to explain some things in simpler terms–like when Luo Binghe asked further about the vetting inspection, Liu Qingge still tried his best.

Luo Binghe learned a lot about his fake boyfriend: he graduated from a prestigious university with a degree in marine engineering. He was the director of operations in his company and when asked what he did, Liu Qingge just shrugged and said he watched ships. Site visits always made him itch to go, tagging along whenever he was free. Or making time for it if he wasn’t that free. Working in the office wasn’t really his thing.

Luo Binghe also found out that Liu Qingge knew a lot about him. Just, little random things. Like, “You like putting ice cubes in your cup noodles,” Liu Qingge said after hesitating. “Was that an act too?”

At this, Luo Binghe laughed. Liu Qingge looked like he was still bothered with the peaches thing. He looked so betrayed that time, Luo Binghe felt guilty for acting. And he was an actor!

“I mentioned that in an interview. So no. That one isn’t an act,” Luo Binghe clarified. Also providing the reason he didn’t share in the interview, “It needs extremely hot water to cook fast, but I need to eat fast too. Ice cubes help.”

“Why?” Liu Qingge asked.

“Don’t have time,” Luo Binghe answered, shaking his head. “I used to have a hard time memorizing scripts and it felt like time kept slipping out of my grip.” He chuckled then. Adding, “I was so bad at it, I had to ask my manager to read with me.”

Liu Qingge couldn’t imagine the buff manager having to sit down and read a script. “He can act?”

His expression must’ve looked funny because Luo Binghe laughed. “Fuck, no. He’s so bad at it I can’t even get into my role!” He straightened up once his laughter died down. Clearing his throat before pretending to hold a script, scowling the way his manager would. And said in a flat tone, “Good. This is a nice goal. Ha ha. Ha? ha. Children of the Alliance, quiver in fear. I could demolish you in one swing.”

Liu Qingge’s lips quirked up at the miserably failed attempt in laughter. Luo Binghe tested it more then, “Ha.. ha?”

Liu Qingge smiled! Luo Binghe was smiling as well as he did more of those awful haha. His manager really was a bad actor! He needed to thank him for that because Liu Qingge actually laughed!

“He’s bad,” Liu Qingge confirmed. 

“Told you,” Luo Binghe mumbled, toying with the noodle on his plate. Suddenly feeling shy once he stopped the act, he avoided Liu Qingge’s gaze. He could feel it linger on him even then.

“Does it get better?” Liu Qingge asked.

“What, his acting?” Luo Binghe snorted, finding the confidence to look up once more. “No. He’s still bad.”

Liu Qingge shook his head. Saying, “Memorizing scripts.”

“Oh.” Quite taken aback at the question, Luo Binghe’s eyes widened. “It does.”

Liu Qingge almost looked.. relieved? It was quite hard to tell. He was focusing back on his food when he said, “Eat slowly then.”

Luo Binghe blinked. Once. Twice. And stared.

Eating fast had become a habit, he kept doing it without even meaning to. And this was actually the first meal in a while that he actually enjoyed; not hurried like his mornings, no drowsiness to fight even when his body ached.

It felt good to actually sit down and eat. For once, eating felt less like a duty and more like a hobby. Like something he wouldn’t mind spending hours doing, knowing that there would be no time going to waste.

It felt good. It felt fulfilling. And when it was time to pay the bill, he fought for it. He won.

—

“Our pictures are all over the internet.”

Luo Binghe had one palm rested against his stomach, full from all the foods he didn’t realize finishing. His other hand was busy going through the social media. He turned to look at Liu Qingge as he showed him the phone screen. Saying, “They even have pictures of our card fight!”

Liu Qingge glanced at the phone before focusing back on the road. “There were people taking pictures of us?”

“Of course. How could you not notice?” Luo Binghe scrolled some more before showing the screen back to Liu Qingge. Grinning. “Look, this one got a good angle.”

Liu Qingge turned to look once more. He was scowling. At the lack of response and how quick Liu Qingge turned his face, Luo Binghe’s smile faltered. Retreating his hand slowly as if expecting for Liu Qingge to look again.

But he didn’t. The remaining car ride was silent too.

And when they arrived, Liu Qingge didn’t wait for Luo Binghe to get out of the car. Didn’t wait for Luo Binghe to catch up. Didn’t even wait as he got on the elevator, leaving Luo Binghe alone with his thoughts in the car–starting to think that maybe he wasted his time after all.

—

There was no breakfast served the next morning.

Liu Qingge said he’d hang the picture on the weekend, but Luo Binghe wasn’t there on saturday. Sunday too. He could see the pair of slippers on its place by the door, still in the same position from last night. Liu Qingge remembered. He had fallen asleep staring at them.

It was not like Liu Qingge waited or something. He fell asleep on the couch because he wanted to. It was his house. He didn’t have to wait for anyone.

Shen Yuan had called to let him know that Liu Mingyan was with him. He also said something about Shen Jiu filming for his comeback movie but Liu Qingge didn’t need to hear that, ending the call as he lied back down. Closing his eyes once more.

He woke up to the smell of something familiar. It scared him because it was way too fast to call it familiar; he had only eaten the same thing four times in total! And yet he craved for that.

He got up to let his feet lead him as if possessed, only stopping once he caught sight of Luo Binghe with his back facing him. Setting the table. 

The sound of his footsteps must’ve been loud because Luo Binghe turned to look at him. Almost sounding hopeful when he asked, “Were you waiting for me?”

If Luo Binghe had worn the slippers on the way in, he must’ve seen Liu Qingge sleeping on the couch. He must’ve seen the toolbox right by his side. Liu Qingge found himself unable to lie as he nodded. “The wall,” he said. “I promised.”

And so they went to his room. Liu Qingge got straight to work after Luo Binghe told him where he wanted to hang the picture. It was loud. But at the same time, it was quiet. Nobody talked.

Luo Binghe only spoke once Liu Qingge was done. “I made congee,” he said, anger from the previous nights dissipated the moment he saw Liu Qingge curled up on the couch. “Would you like to join me for-”

“Stop,” Liu Qingge cut him off. His hand was gripping on the toolbox handle, frown apparent on his face as he turned to face the actor. “Don’t act when there’s only the two of us. There’s no need.”

Liu Qingge looked upset. And sad. And it was unfair because Luo Binghe thought that he should’ve been the one looking like that.

“What do you mean?” Luo Binghe asked, getting up from where he was seated on the bed to level their gaze. It didn’t make sense. Not at all. “What act?”

Liu Qingge’s expression faltered. “You were acting,” he said, sounding a bit unsure. A questioning lilt in his voice as he added, “You’re acting again.”

I’m an actor, Luo Binghe wanted to answer, but it somehow felt like Liu Qingge wasn’t speaking of that. And so he asked, “When?”

“Just before,” Liu Qingge said. “You’re being kind. There’s no camera. Not that I’m aware of. You don’t have to.”

Liu Qingge found it difficult to speak his mind, but he needed Luo Binghe to know that he wouldn’t appreciate such a pretentious act and there was no need to waste effort on that. He’d rather Luo Binghe fight him like their first meeting. Would rather seeing him be hostile rather than kind; knowing that the kindness was fake.

“That night at the restaurant..” Liu Qingge started. Looking away as he said, “I had fun.”

Luo Binghe didn’t say a thing. Liu Qingge waited. Not exactly knowing what he was waiting for, but he waited. 

The silence stretched. And when Liu Qingge felt like he couldn’t stay any longer, he stormed off. Clutching on his toolbox with his anger budding up. He couldn’t trust actors. He should’ve known.

—

It was Luo Binghe’s turn to sleep on the couch.

It had taken him a while to understand what Liu Qingge meant. But by the time he wanted to explain, Liu Qingge wasn’t there. He waited. And waited. And waited.

Even when the morning came, Liu Qingge still wasn’t home. Luo Binghe still cooked breakfast before going for his schedule, leaving Liu Qingge the usual note with an additional apology. 

He liked cooking. It took his mind off things. He liked congee. It was easy to swallow. And if he put ice cubes into his own portion of hot congee, nobody had to know. It took less time.

“Someone broke in again,” said his manager during his shooting break. “Your room was a mess this morning.”

At this, Luo Binghe could only sigh. The security of their agency building was really bad and with the amount of crazy fans he gained in a short period of time, it was no surprise. “They’re still camping outside the building?” He asked.

“Yeah. They refused to believe that you’re dating.” The manager took a sip of his soda. Scowling as he said, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m glad you’re living with him.”

Luo Binghe scoffed. “More time to fuck my boss now that I’m not around?” 

His manager had only shrugged. “That,” he admitted. And, “It’s safer.”

It was true. It was much safer. While many were supporting the relationship, some of his diehard fans loathed the idea of Luo Binghe dating. Especially to a man six years older than him. It ruined their fantasy.

Luo Binghe said nothing as he focused back on his script, eating as he read.

There weren’t many scenes taken that day, he also went back earlier than expected. But the meal he prepared for Liu Qingge remained untouched. Luo Binghe crumpled up the note before reheating the congee, having it as his second dinner. 

The next day was the same.

It happened for a whole week–Liu Qingge not coming home. And yet Luo Binghe still prepared breakfast for him, hoping for a chance to explain that he was not acting. That he, too, enjoyed the little time they spent. It wasn’t only for the cameras, though he didn’t understand why Liu Qingge had been this upset. 

Luo Binghe had slept on the couch more than he slept on his bed, waiting for Liu Qingge to come but always to no avail.

White Lotus had been silent too. There were no new pictures. No updates. The fansite disappeared along with Liu Qingge. 

Though he knew that it was Liu Qingge behind that account, White Lotus had been with Luo Binghe for the longest time. And yet he felt more at loss for the man’s lack of presence. Not the fansite. But Liu Qingge himself. Him.  

So when Shang Qinghua called to say that Liu Qingge would be the one picking him up, Luo Binghe was distracted. He kept making mistakes, apologizing with a deep bow for having to retake the scenes. Most were fighting scenes involving wires. 

By the end of the day, Luo Binghe was beyond exhausted. His stomach hurt–both from skipping lunch and from the wires. And it had slipped his mind that Liu Qingge would be there. He was surprised to see him at the parking lot.

Luo Binghe’s steps were slow as he approached, body all sore from the stunts. Liu Qingge was watching him. Waiting. He took off Luo Binghe’s backpack once he was near, wrapping his other arm around the actor’s waist to pull him into a hug. Luo Binghe hissed. It hurt. 

But as Liu Qingge tried to pull away, Luo Binghe held him tight. Burying his face in the crook of his neck as he shook his head. He didn’t want to be seen. Not now. 

Luo Binghe could hear the hitch of his breath, could feel the way his fingers hesitantly thread through his hair. His hand was gentle when he tucked Luo Binghe’s hair behind his ear, memorizing what he was told to do. Then came the kiss.

Unlike his first attempt, Liu Qingge didn’t rush this time. Pressing his lips against Luo Binghe’s temple as he closed his eyes. Letting the time pass. Counting in his head. 

Luo Binghe was in a daze when he finally pulled away. Liu Qingge’s face was solemn; holding the car door open as he heard more camera snaps. 

He hated it. He hoped they’d go away.

—

The car ride was silent.

Luo Binghe kept his eyes shut as he got his arms loosely wrapped around himself; thumb slowly moving to caress his arm in hope his heart would calm.

He wanted to talk. He needed to talk. But now that he got the chance, he didn’t know how to start. 

“I’m hungry,” Liu Qingge said, breaking the silence.

Luo Binghe fluttered his eyes open at his voice, turning to look at him as he nodded. “Okay.”

Liu Qingge nodded as well.

They ended up going to the same restaurant from that night. 

“I’ll wait here,” Luo Binghe said as Liu Qingge opened the door.

Liu Qingge halted. Scowling as he looked at Luo Binghe before finally turning the car engine back on. “Okay,” he said. And left.

He came back much sooner than expected.

Luo Binghe could only watch as Liu Qingge reached for the backpack on his lap, rummaging through it as if he owned it. He seemed to know what he was searching for as he fished out the first aid kit Luo Binghe had been keeping in his bag. 

He didn’t say a word as he handed Luo Binghe his medicine. 

Luo Binghe sighed as he tore open the package and put the tablet in his mouth, extending his hand at Liu Qingge for his water bottle. 

“Did my manager call?” He asked after he swallowed, giving the bottle back to Liu Qingge. Liu Qingge took it, putting the bottle back in his bag before closing the zipper. Throwing the bag to the backseat.

“My phone is there!” Luo Binghe protested. “Can’t you be more gentle?”

“Why did you skip lunch?” Liu Qingge asked instead.

“Didn’t have time,” Luo Binghe mumbled as he turned to look at Liu Qingge.

Liu Qingge still got the first aid kit on his lap. “Your hand,” he said, holding out his hand with his palm facing up.

Looking at his stern expression, Luo Binghe was left with no choice other than to comply. He put his hand on top of Liu Qingge’s. Wincing as he tended to the cuts he got from falling.

Luo Binghe was sure his manager wasn’t there when he fell. He might’ve told Liu Qingge about him skipping lunch, but nobody knew that he had hurt himself from falling before. The concerns were quickly dismissed when Luo Binghe said he was fine, getting straight into the next scene because the actor had been smiling brightly. Minor accidents like that happened all the time.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Luo Binghe asked, trying to lighten the mood. “You said you’re hungry.”

Liu Qingge didn’t answer. Frowning as he focused on Luo Binghe’s hand, only looking up once he was done putting on bandaids. Demanding, “The other hand.”

“This one’s fine,” Luo Binghe said, waving the free hand dismissively.

Liu Qingge didn’t seem to believe him. 

“It’s really fine!” he said again, this time making a gesture with his head. “I only fell on this side.”

Liu Qingge’s frown deepened. And as he reached for Luo Binghe’s sleeve, the actor realized that he might have said it wrong! Luo Binghe immediately wrenched his hand away from his grip. Squeaking, “I’m fine!” 

Liu Qingge was fast to catch his wrist. Keeping his arm in place as he rolled up his long sleeve, eyes widening at the bruises there. “Where did you fall?”

Luo Binghe remained tight-lipped.

Liu Qingge glared at him. Asking, “Don’t you feel pain?”

“I don’t.” Luo Binghe shook his head. Lying like the brat he was, “I’m quite strong.”

“And you don’t feel the need to eat?” Liu Qingge asked.

Luo Binghe puffed up his chest and said, “Yes.”

Liu Qingge looked unamused as he asked, “Are you a God?”

Luo Binghe didn’t even think as he spoke. Saying, “I aspire to be.”

He jolted when Liu Qingge suddenly pressed his thumb against the bruise. It was a gentle touch, but Luo Binghe didn’t expect that! It hurt. He’d been ignoring the pain but now that he was forced to feel it, he could feel his tears welling up.

“I told you to stop acting when there’s only the two of us,” Liu Qingge said, sighing softly as he moved his thumb to caress the younger one’s arm. 

Luo Binghe whimpered. Choking back a sob before whining, “It hurts..”

He was so used to holding back tears outside acting that the feeling overwhelmed him. “My waist hurts too,” he ended up saying. Then he shook his head as more tears fell. “My whole body hurts.”

“You’re overworking yourself,” said Liu Qingge, letting go of his arm to unroll his sleeve. “We’ll eat. And we’re going to the hospital. If you get advised to rest, which I’m sure you will, you’re going to take a few days off.”

There was something about his tone that Luo Binghe felt it easy to nod. It felt assuring. Like he knew what to do and Luo Binghe just had to follow him for things to be fine. He did exactly that. Nodding once more as Liu Qingge told him to wait.

He left only to come back with food, putting the takeaway container on Luo Binghe’s lap before opening it for him. “Eat first,” he said.

Luo Binghe was still sniffling, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand as he asked, “Where’s yours?”

“I already ate at work,” Liu Qingge said, putting a spoon into Luo Binghe’s hand. 

Luo Binghe frowned. Saying, “But you said you’re hungry.”

“Just to get you to eat,” Liu Qingge answered. 

At this, Luo Binghe looked at him in disbelief. “Then last time..?” he asked. He’d been tricked!

Liu Qingge only shrugged. “It worked.” He nudged Luo Binghe then. Saying, “It didn’t this time. Please eat.”

Liu Qingge had bought a century egg and pork congee. It felt warm on Luo Binghe’s lap, he sighed as he put his palm against the container. Warm. Strangely, he was fine with the information. If Liu Qingge had asked him whether he was hungry, he’d probably say no. 

The silence felt comfortable this time as he ate. Luo Binghe felt lighter now that he let himself feel his pain and cried it out. 

Once he was done eating, he turned to look at Liu Qingge. Liu Qingge handed him water and took away the empty container without a word.

He was about to get out of the car when Luo Binghe caught his sleeve. 

“I didn’t act,” Luo Binghe said, clutching on the fabric of his shirt even tighter as he added, “That time, I enjoyed it too... Talking with you. It wasn’t because of the cameras.” 

He didn’t dare look up until he felt Liu Qingge’s hand on top of his own, squeezing lightly. Luo Binghe gaped at him, not knowing what to say. He must’ve looked silly because Liu Qingge smiled.

“Thank you for telling me,” Liu Qingge said. He sounded genuine when he said, “That means a lot.”

Luo Binghe could only watch as Liu Gingge gently pried his hand off his sleeve, letting him go before getting out of the car. Probably to throw away the container because he took it with him. Luo Binghe didn’t know, honestly. His mind was a jumbled mess.

—

The doctor, of course, told him to rest.

Luo Binghe wasn’t even surprised.

What he found surprising was: he was examined in a fucking VVIP room. 

It only took one phone call from Liu Qingge to get it all arranged. Luo Binghe had been to hospitals in the wee hours before! When Liu Qingge mentioned going to the hospital, he had thought that they were going to the ER. It was open 24 hours.

But Liu Qingge had specifically requested a name and a room. And Luo Binghe was ushered like a fucking VVIP guest! Even the ward was special, security guards were guarding the door for people to pass.

It felt surreal. Like a movie, Luo Binghe thought. 

The name Liu Qingge requested–Mu Qingfang, the doctor, had come running.  Voice laced with panic as he pushed through the room’s door where Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge had been waiting. “What emergency! Where’s Qingge, where is he–oh.”

The relief washing over his face was so apparent that Luo Binghe also felt relieved for him. Liu Qingge only stared at the doctor who was currently panting, chasing his breath. It took a while for Mu Qingfang to calm down before stating, “I don’t see an emergency patient.”

“Are you okay?” Liu Qingge asked.

At this, Mu Qingfang roared. “There might be one now!” And he was storming toward Liu Qingge with his hand raised! Luo Binghe’s first instinct was to put himself between them. But Mu Qingfang still reached for Liu Qingge and he was laughing as Liu Qingge struggled to free himself and fell right onto the bed. 

He didn’t hit him, like what Luo Binghe thought he’d do. He was just simply.. putting his palm on top of his head. Messing up his hair. And Liu Qingge was blushing so bad and he had a massive betrayed look on his face that Luo Binghe couldn’t help but gape at the sight.

Did Liu Qingge just bring him to his real boyfriend?!

Luo Binghe let out the breath he was holding when Mu Qingfang said, “My little cousin is all grown up!”

Cousin. Luo Binghe immediately smiled and introduced himself.

Mu Qingfang was Liu Qingge’s cousin from his mother’s side; he said he just got home when the hospital called. He rushed back right away then.

Mu Qingfang looked like a kind man, though Liu Qingge made it seem to look otherwise. He got so shy whenever Mu Qingfang babied him, he kept telling him to fuck off through gritted teeth.

It was cute because Liu Qingge looked thoroughly bullied. Luo Binghe kept laughing–real laughter, as Mu Qingfang took a look at his injuries while telling him baby stories of his boyfriend. 

It distracted him from the pain.

Luo Binghe had been filming an action drama with no stuntman. Looking at how huge his impact was for his past dramas with the same genre, the director had given him more fighting scenes than even the main role himself. 

Luo Binghe had never felt this physically strained from a project, and he found it easy to tell Mu Qingfang of his condition; of where it hurt the most, of situations he found the hardest. Liu Qingge had said that he trusted the doctor. Luo Binghe felt the same way as he went on talking. Complaining, even. It felt good letting them out his chest.

Liu Qingge was still in the room, listening in silence as he faced the wall. He had offered to go out to give Luo Binghe more privacy, but Luo Binghe had shook his head and asked him to stay. He stayed.

Even until Mu Qingfang was done and excused himself, he stayed.

—

There was only one bed.

It was a huge bed. And yet Liu Qingge was curled up on the sofa.

It looked uncomfortable, Luo Binghe offered himself to switch. The idea was immediately swatted by a glare. “You’re the patient,” said Liu Qingge.

They were staying for the night as Mu Qingfang recommended. He had said something about further inspection involving scans and all, Luo Binghe didn’t actually understand but he nodded anyway. 

“You’ll hurt your neck that way and you’ll be a patient as well,” Luo Binghe barked back.

Though as Liu Qingge got up and slid under the cover next to him, Luo Binghe was completely silent.

Alright, it wasn’t a huge bed after all. Luo Binghe found it hard for his heart to stay calm as Liu Qingge shifted, lying down on his side to face him.

They looked at each other for quite a while until Luo Binghe whispered out, “I’m sorry.”

Liu Qingge was frowning as he asked, “What for?”

“Dragging you into this,” he said. Blurting out before Liu Qingge could utter a word; “I found out who spread the rumor.”

The sponsoring rumor. Shang Qinghua had told him about the culprit earlier, more reasons on why he couldn’t focus throughout the day.

“Turns out it had nothing to do with you. The one he was aiming to ruin is me,” said Luo Binghe. Chest feeling heavy once more as he added, “If it weren’t for your company claiming that we’re dating, I might have not.. survived.”

“Why?” Liu Qingge asked. He didn’t get it. “What do you mean you wouldn’t survive?”

“It was a heavy blow to my reputation,” Luo Binghe said with a chuckle. Though there was no humor in his voice as he went on, “If your side had completely denied, the rumor wouldn’t stop there. He won’t stop until I’m totally crushed and shunned from the industry. It was easy for him, he got the money. The power. I’m only safe now because he wouldn’t dare touch you.”

Liu Qingge shifted closer as if it’d help protect him. Asking, “Who was it?”

“You must’ve heard of his name,” said Luo Binghe, wincing at the mere thought of the man. “I first met him when I just started. I went to.. countless auditions. Submitted my profile everywhere there was a chance. There were still no calls no matter how hard I tried. No matter how long I waited.”

“He saw me in one of the auditions,” he continued before taking a deep breath. Unconsciously snuggling closer for comfort and said, “He liked my face.”

“I mean, with this face. Who wouldn’t?” Luo Binghe cupped his own chin, laughing to lighten the mood though it didn’t seem to work on Liu Qingge. He was scowling, hands clenched into fists.

“He talked to me in private. Offering himself to sponsor me if I want to make it big. I could sign into his agency. And if I’m being good for him, he said he could even take me to Cannes.” Luo Binghe poked Liu Qingge’s hand. Once. Twice. Thrice. And more until the fist loosened. “I didn’t even know what that was. But I was delighted, thinking that maybe it’d be the start of my career. I told Hua Ge about it. You know, my boss, Shang Qinghua, that dumb gege. And he was mad mad, he ended up making an agency of his own.”

“It wasn’t easy,” said Luo Binghe, shaking his head. “We’re from the same orphanage. He’s much older than I am, and he was already settling down back then. Had a career, had his life figured out. He threw it all away. Starting over for me. And though it took a very long time, I finally landed myself on offers. As extras, that time. So many extras. You could mention any drama from three years ago and I might be in some scenes.”

Liu Qingge actually mentioned one. Making Luo Binghe laugh as he nodded. Saying, “Episode 41, I was in the background feeding horses. Only half of my body made it into the screen.”

“My Ma made me watch the drama with her,” said Liu Qingge, slowly turning his hand with his palm open. Luo Binghe’s fingers slipped between his own. “I should rewatch.”

“You should.” Luo Binghe nodded. Smiling as he promised, “I’ll give you other recs too.”

“Okay.” Liu Qingge nodded as well. “I’ll find you in each.”

It wasn’t empty words. Luo Binghe somehow knew that it wouldn’t be mere words. 

“Earlier this year, I made an appearance in a movie that made my name the most-searched for days on the internet,” said Luo Binghe. “I’ve got many offers since then. The old projects I shot that hadn’t aired, they used my cuts that I thought wouldn’t even make it. There were many cases like that, you see. Shooting for scenes but got cut out when it aired. I gained more recognition then. Endorse offers, more advertisements. Got enough money to rent a building for my agency.”

Liu Qingge was listening, eyes focused on him as a frown made its way to his face. “You’ve been taking projects nonstop this year,” he noted. He knew all his schedules from Liu Mingyan. Luo Binghe did not take a break.

“Mm.” Luo Binghe hummed, giving the older man’s hand a gentle squeeze. “That.. person. Approached me once more, asking for the same thing and offered me Cannes. All I had to do was be good, he said. It’s like he got the words trained. Like a template. I’m not even sure he remembered me from years ago.”

“Who is it?” Liu Qingge asked, pulling Luo Binghe’s hand closer to him. “Tell me.”

Luo Binghe hesitated. He did not want to say his name. “Huan Hua Entertainment.. CEO,” he ended up saying. It was one of the top three entertainment agencies in the nation. “I knew what he was implying that time. And I kind of humiliated him in front of everyone.”

Even Liu Qingge, who wasn't interested in the entertainment industry, knew him. Scowling as he asked, “That old man?” 

“Yeah. He told me he’ll make me regret,” Luo Binghe said, laughing as he shook his head. “But here’s the thing. I don’t regret it. Not at all. He deserved that. And if I could, I’d do it on a bigger scale.”

“Do it. I’ll back you up,” Liu Qingge said. 

Luo Binghe’s lips parted in a small gasp. He brought their intertwined hands to Liu Qingge’s nose, tapping on it lightly. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

“Yes.” Liu Qingge wrinkled his nose. Luo Binghe giggled and let go of his hand to boop his nose. Liu Qingge didn’t even swat his hand away, remaining serious as he said, “There might be other victims. Put him in jail, if we must. No, we must. I’ll contact my lawyer.”

Liu Qingge actually reached for his phone, making Luo Binghe panicked and stopped him before he called anyone. “You mean suing him for spreading the fake rumor about us and have people discover that we’re not dating?” he shook his head then. “No. I can’t let Hua Ge shoulder the impact..”

“The other thing,” Liu Qingge answered. “How old were you when he first asked you that?”

“It was..” Luo Binghe frowned as he tried to recall. “Six years ago. I was sixteen.”

Liu Qingge cursed under his breath. About to unlock his phone when Luo Binghe threw his arm over his chest, keeping his arms in place to stop him. 

“Tomorrow,” Luo Binghe pleaded. “Tomorrow. Let me talk to Qinghua Ge first.”

Liu Qingge wanted to protest and say that they needed to start now; that the old man was a piece of shit and shouldn’t be let roam free. But a sob escaped Luo Binghe’s lips and his anger dulled into a soft thrum. 

“Tomorrow,” Liu Qingge agreed, carelessly throwing his phone away to pull Luo Binghe closer. Cradling him in his arms as Luo Binghe cried into his shoulder. “Rest first.”

—

It was overwhelming.

Luo Binghe felt like he was forced to feel; emotions washing over him, turning his brick wall defense into a sand castle that washed away with the tide.

Luo Binghe had never faced his pain like that. Fear, too.

But Liu Qingge was always there. Staying true to his words to back him up.

Turned out there were other victims. And the words were truly a template–the offer, the be good part. Cannes. The number of people who reached out to him was.. a lot. Many were less fortunate than him. Those who spoke up, Liu Qingge made sure to protect them as well.

There were hateful comments thrown at him too, of course. There were agency stans who got mad over the whole issue, saying that what Luo Binghe did could drag their idols down while it was only the CEO’s fault. But even their idols were on his side.

“I should thank your father,” Luo Binghe mumbled as he snuggled closer to Liu Qingge. After deciding to bring the matter into court, Liu Qingge’s family had really supported him a lot. Liu Qingge too.

“He keeps asking to meet you,” Liu Qingge said, letting out a soft chuckle as he shook his head. “I told him he can after we win the case.”

At this, Luo Binghe looked betrayed. “He’s been wanting to meet me?”  

Liu Qingge shrugged. And Luo Binghe couldn’t even hold himself from smacking his shoulder. “You should’ve told me!” 

“You’ve been busy,” Liu Qingge said, reaching for Luo Binghe’s hand to examine it carefully. There were less injuries after Luo Binghe agreed to use stuntmen for extreme scenes. Satisfied at what he saw, Liu Qingge looked up at his face. Saying, “You’re doing well.”

“I am,” Luo Binghe agreed. The past few weeks had been exhausting, but Luo Binghe had never felt more alive. He had found courage within himself to fight for what was right; for a safer environment in the industry.

“You have.. something,” Liu Qingge suddenly said, frowning as he took a sticker off Luo Binghe’s cheek. He held it up then, showing it to Luo Binghe. “Here.”

Luo Binghe blinked. Once. Twice. Before turning to look at Liu Qingge in disbelief. Saying, “It’s a pimple patch.”

Liu Qingge stared at the sticker. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Luo Binghe said, not really knowing how to react.

Then Liu Qingge fucking sticked it back.

Silence. Liu Qingge was looking at him with wide eyes, as if waiting for affirmation that he did the right thing. But Luo Binghe couldn’t even utter a word at the absurdity. Cursing in his head because fuck, this man looked cute and it did things to his heart.

The silence must’ve stretched for too long because Liu Qingge shifted awkwardly. Saying, “When I was young..”

“You’re still young,” Luo Binghe cut him off.

Liu Qingge frowned then. “Yeah, but with back pains.”

At this, Luo Binghe couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, so when you were young with no back pains..”

“I often got pimples,” Liu Qingge said. Face solemn.

Luo Binghe was suddenly out of words. “Are you trying to comfort me?”

“Yes.” Liu Qingge nodded.

“It doesn’t work,” said Luo Binghe. Because Liu Qingge saying that just made him focus more on him, and just looking at Liu Qingge these days made Luo Binghe feel all warm and fluttery and–it was strange. Addicting, still. 

“Oh.” Liu Qingge bit his lower lip. He hesitated. Then, “I have a confession to make.”

Luo Binghe almost felt like he could burst. 

But of course his fantasy was ruined when Liu Qingge said, “I no longer think you’re a spoiled brat.”

At this, Luo Binghe gaped. “Was that how you see me?”

“Yes.” Liu Qingge nodded. He tilted his head slightly as he went on, “I have another confession.”

This time not expecting much, Luo Binghe sighed and indulged him, “What is it.”

“I don’t like lying to my family,” Liu Qingge said. His face looked solemn contrary to what he was about to say, “We should date.”

His ears were red though. Luo Binghe just kept staring at him until Liu Qingge started fidgeting under his gaze. 

“For real?” Luo Binghe ended up asking.

Liu Qingge nodded. “For real.”

Luo Binghe straightened up as he made some distance. Clearing his throat before saying, “Don’t you think there should be another.. confession.” He faked a cough. “Like, the. Magic words. When people ask such a thing, you see. There’s.. that.”

He didn’t even know what he was saying. But he surely knew what he wanted to hear; coughing some more before turning to glare at Liu Qingge. Who had just been watching with a scowl, seeming to be thinking.

“Please?” Liu Qingge said at the very least.

Luo Binghe face-palmed. Giving up as he said, “It’s I like you.”

“Oh.” Liu Qingge’s lips parted in a small gasp, ears getting even redder as he shyly said, “I like you too.”

“I mean the magic words!” Luo Binghe groaned exasperatedly. “That one was an example!”

Liu Qingge’s expression fell. “You don’t.. like me?”

“I do!” Luo Binghe said. “But I mean. When someone asks someone out on a date, it’s usually followed by that!”

And then a kiss, Luo Binghe didn’t say that out loud. He had read so many scripts to know the pattern.

Liu Qingge looked so utterly lost that Luo Binghe had to ask, “Have you never dated before?”

Liu Qingge shook his head. 

Luo Binghe gaped at him. It took a while before he finally pounced on him, holding on to his shoulders as he claimed his lips in a kiss. It was a quick one. Just a touch of his lips against his. But Luo Binghe felt dizzy just with that; struggling to pull himself up as he tried to look at Liu Qingge.

“Is that a yes?” Liu Qingge asked, seeming to be in a daze as he put his arms around Luo Binghe’s waist. Keeping him in place. Luo Binghe answered it with another peck.

“Binghe,” Liu Qingge called, almost whining. “Words.”

“Let’s date,” Luo Binghe said, reaching to brush Liu Qingge’s hair away from his face. “For real this time.”

Luo Binghe had never been one to face his feelings. He’d been learning, and it felt easier now that he tried. But this one was so easy to feel, almost demanding to be felt. To be spoken out loud. And so Luo Binghe did exactly just that; “I like you.”

He knew Liu Qingge felt it too.