[Mona Lisa’s Smile]: ???

[Mona Lisa’s Smile]: Couples aeroplane chess? Is it the aeroplane chess I’m thinking of? They can air R-rated stuff like that?

[Red Carp, Green Carp, and Donkey]: What is “couples aeroplane chess”? What does it have to do with R-rated scenes???

[i can’t stay here]: Sisters up there—recommend you go search it on Baidu. [pervy] [pervy]

[Bury My Love]: Holy—holy—really??

[cause you now]: What are you thinking? This is a livestream category, not some lawless zone. It can only be a normal game couples play, right.

[Cheese Strawberry Four Seasons Spring]: No way it’s the real kind of couples aeroplane chess. Don’t forget there are tens of thousands of mods in the livestream room—checking stricter than a “green big D,” lol. [husky]

[Everything in the World Isn’t Far Away]: Nooo, don’t—this director team for I’ll Accompany You till the End is so bold. I believe I’ll get the benefits I deserve! [cry] [cry]

[used to be]: Can you please toss me a real couples aeroplane chess… [pitiful] [pitiful] Please, I’m a believer who’s done good all my life—this is the fortune I deserve! [pitiful]

[dancing]: I wanna see it too, I wanna see the whole thing in HD, uncensored. [licking screen] [licking screen]

[Your Love Is Like a Scorching Fire]: So when are Gu Qichi and Bo Yu getting here?!! [going crazy]

[Fleeting Moments]: If it’s an old married couple like Han Hao and Han Li playing a big-scale game like this, they might take off on the spot hahahahahahaha—so my suggestion is: let Gu Qichi and Bo Yu do it. [heart] This is what they should do for the seniors. [heart]

[weishezuddd]: Agreed. Best if it’s the maximum-scale version. Don’t hold back—we’re all our own people here. [pervy]

……

As soon as I’ll Accompany You till the End aired, its popularity skyrocketed. Even though it was Sunday, plenty of people still didn’t sleep in and flooded into the livestream.

Same as yesterday, the livestream channel belonging to Gu Qichi and Bo Yu shot straight to No. 1, beating the other guest pairs by more than double.

The camera was installed inside Bo Yu’s Maybach.

Because he was so sleepy, when Gu Qichi came downstairs he was basically in a daze, barely even opening his eyes.

When he got into the car, he tilted his head—and knocked it against the window.

Seeing that, Bo Yu pulled him into his arms. Gu Qichi was still half-asleep and mumbled, “Bo Yu… don’t hug me. There’s a camera filming.”

His voice was quiet, but the headset mic still captured it clearly and sent it into the livestream.

Maybe because he hadn’t woken up yet, his voice sounded sticky and soft, the ending lifting slightly—like a gorgeous little cat showing you its belly and acting spoiled. He wasn’t even doing anything, yet people were still willing to fall for him.

Bo Yu glanced at the camera set up inside the car and the cameraman sitting in the front row. He unfastened his coat and tossed it over the camera—and that still wasn’t enough. He directly raised the Maybach’s partition, cutting off every line of sight and any prying eyes.

Gu Qichi, who had been sleeping leaning on the window, was pulled into Bo Yu’s embrace. Bo Yu adjusted his posture a bit so he could sleep more comfortably.

Bo Yu: “Sleep easy. No one can see. I’ll wake you when we get out.”

Gu Qichi hummed a nasal “Mm,” and drifted back into sleep.

From the front row—now blocked by the Maybach partition—the cameraman’s voice came through muffled and low: “Teacher Bo, this… this doesn’t really comply with the rules…”

Bo Yu lowered his eyes to look at Gu Qichi sleeping soundly, then raised his gaze toward where the cameraman was, his tone lazy: “It’s fine. We don’t need this little bit of traffic and hype…”

Cameraman: “……”

But I need those clips, QAQ.

Netizens:

“Damn it, he really showed off.”

“F*ck, I hate this kind of show-off the most.”

“Why block it? It’s not like it’s something you can’t show. Damn it.”

“Bo Yu, you dog of a man, you’re so annoying—I wanna see wifey acting cute! I wanna see wifey sleeping!”

“Damn it, cameraman, hurry up and crawl out and rip off Bo Yu’s coat ahhh [furious]”

“My eyes have been opened. First time I learned a Maybach partition is for this. [sweat] Blocking thieves, huh? [breakdown] [big cry]”

……

Today’s filming location was a wetland park.

The production team’s theme was camping. The five pairs of guests could communicate with one another, and they could also play some games to boost the couples’ feelings for each other.

Gu Qichi was woken up by Bo Yu right before getting out of the car. A little tuft of hair had gotten rubbed up on top of his head.

His gaze was still a bit unfocused. The moment he opened the car door, winter cold rushed over his face. With the north wind slicing through, it stung his skin, and he woke up a lot.

The wetland park in Dongcheng had a great environment. Gu Qichi narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, focusing on a small dot not far away. It seemed like there was some huge entertainment setup there, with a dense crowd of heads popping up.

Gu Qichi had been looking forward to the camping and games. When Wen Xi first introduced him to the show, she even emphasized that the game segments were all original creations—not found domestically—and very interesting.

Last night he’d even had the auntie help make a bunch of tiramisu, cream puffs, and other snacks, eager to try them out.

He just never expected that this game—something that could almost be called his lifelong nemesis—would show up today too, making today the unluckiest day of his life.

On the construction ground of the wetland park, there was a gigantic green grid board. It wasn’t anything else—it was Aeroplane Chess.

Each square was big enough for five people to stand on together.

Gu Qichi was a little dazed, holding Bo Yu’s hand as they walked over.

When the PD saw all the guests had arrived and organized everyone into position, he plastered on a smile.

He picked up a megaphone and said to the guests: “Welcome to the outdoor segment of I’ll Accompany You till the End. Today’s game is—Couples Aeroplane Chess.”

“Each pair will send one person to roll the die, and one person to walk on the board squares.”

“The first guest to reach the Aeroplane Chess finish line will be today’s winner, and they’ll also get a priority travel experience card.”

“Of course, there are corresponding tasks in many of the squares along the way. Whenever you land on one, you must complete the requirement as specified—okay~”

Gu Qichi’s gaze drifted uncontrollably to the board. The options at the front were pretty normal—drink a cup of lemon juice, do thirty push-ups, that sort of thing. But later on, a few were way more intense—

Hold hands with your partner the entire time without letting go; gaze into each other’s eyes affectionately for one minute; do a one-minute koala hug; carry your partner on your back and continue the game for three minutes; record a confession video selfie and post it online; kiss for thirty seconds…

The beautiful man couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He looked at the livestream camera, his confusion obvious in his eyes: Is this really not going to get the stream banned??!

In the barrage:

“Don’t be so lame—play the authentic version! I wanna watch!”

“So pure-love these punishments are. The director is such a cute, innocent little prude. Am I the only horny one here? [pitiful]”

“Look at Gu Qichi—his ears are red again. So cute ahhhhh [furious]”

“At this point, I’m willing to donate five cents to the temple beads, just to get Gu Qichi and Bo Yu to land on ‘hot kissing for 30 seconds,’ preferably the tongue-kissing kind!!!”

“Seconded!”

“I’ll donate ten cents!”

……

After discussing it, they decided Gu Qichi would roll the die, while Bo Yu would do the walking on the board.

As Gu Qichi circled the giant die to examine it, he suddenly heard the PD announce a new rule.

“Yesterday’s supermarket prop-search segment—Gu Qichi & Bo Yu, and Han Hao & Han Li, didn’t find any props related to Aeroplane Chess. So your two groups must accept a punishment: in the first round, you’re forbidden from rolling the die.”

Gu Qichi glanced at the first six squares. None were too intense, and he felt a lot more at ease.

In the first round, after the other three pairs finished rolling, Gu Qichi finally got his first turn.

The die was made of sponge—not heavy—and easy to roll.

Gu Qichi threw a six right away, becoming the highest number on the field. Bo Yu moved forward six steps.

The seventh square was more dangerous: eat a biscuit face-to-face, and ensure the remaining biscuit length is within one centimeter.

Gu Qichi weighed the die in his hand, thinking about which direction to throw it so he could control the outcome to anything except one.

But heaven seemed determined to mess with him. The die spun on the ground for a long time, wobbling between 1 and 6, making the production crew and the entire livestream audience tense.

One was the “kissing-style biscuit” challenge. Six was “hold hands and walk the entire Aeroplane Chess course.”

Honestly, either one seemed pretty great.

At least, for the viewers watching the livestream, it was a carnival.

Luo Qianqian in front of the screen had already written one, two, three, four fanfics—freshly baked CP food, a feast for shippers.

Under everyone’s gaze, the die wobbled… and fell on 1.

The PD immediately had staff bring over biscuits.

Gu Qichi walked up helplessly. Bo Yu looked down, expression flat, but he couldn’t hide the smile in it.

“Weren’t you excited for this game before we came? Why are you unhappy now?”

With his back to the camera, Gu Qichi mouthed to him: You’d better not try any funny business.

Like deliberately biting too slowly, or “accidentally” snapping the biscuit midway so the game would turn into an actual kiss.

Those were exactly the kinds of things Bo Yu would do.

Bo Yu raised an eyebrow and didn’t answer.

Gu Qichi held a biscuit between his teeth, tidied the loose hair by his ear, and tilted his head to look at Bo Yu.

His gaze lifted from below, brows and eyes rich and striking, carrying a hint of sharpness—yet extremely seductive.

The cameraman deliberately gave them a close-up.

The barrage went insane:

“Bo Yu, I believe in you—you better be a dog in the right way!!! Bite the biscuit off! Do it a few more times!”

“Holy sh*t, it’s just eating a biscuit. Why do I feel like their eyes are already getting ‘sticky’? [licking screen]”

“Stop—those two are definitely DO-ing it with brainwaves!!!”

“The last time I saw this much ‘eye-stringing’ was Wen Sui and Xie Hanshu. As expected—real couples are the best to ship ahhhhh!”

“One centimeter of biscuit—how is that any different from kissing? [pervy] [pervy] Not gonna lie, I wanna see them tongue-kiss for thirty minutes.”

“Not gonna lie, I wanna see them DO it for three days and three nights. [pervy]”

……

Bo Yu bent down to meet Gu Qichi’s eyes, then opened his mouth and bit the other end of the biscuit.

The biscuit was only a bit over ten centimeters long. Face-to-face, their eyes reflected each other.

As they kept biting and swallowing, the biscuit got shorter and shorter. Gu Qichi and Bo Yu got closer and closer. Their warm breaths brushed lightly over each other’s faces, their noses almost touching.

The moment Gu Qichi lifted his lashes, Bo Yu bit off another piece and moved even closer, his nose rubbing intimately against Gu Qichi’s.

Only about three or four centimeters remained.

They were already extremely close.

Gu Qichi leaned in again, then turned his head aside, dodging the touch of Bo Yu’s nose.

His heart pounded hard in his chest.

Too close. Gu Qichi lowered his eyes, looking at the tiny piece of biscuit that was almost hard to see.

He could even feel Bo Yu’s breath slipping into the gap of his lips.

In the past, this angle would have been perfect for a kiss.

Bo Yu would’ve stopped caring and pounced—prying open his teeth, biting his lips while sucking on the tip of his tongue…

Gu Qichi leaned in again. The biscuit shrank to two centimeters.

Their lips were about to touch.

The barrage exploded again:

“Bo Yu, what are you doing? Go forward already—are you even a man? [confused]”

“Hurry up, hurry up! Just bite it off already—please stop the ‘stringing’!”

“Director team, bring them a bed. Isn’t there a tent right there? Hurry and send those two over—this game doesn’t suit them. They’re suited to being sent to a bed to DO it. [furious] [furious]”

“Gu Qichi! Gu Qichi! Stop seducing him with your eyes ahhh—if you do that you’ll get wrecked by him! Gu Qichi! Come seduce me!”

“Is Bo Yu not capable or what? Who can look at wifey’s face and not be moved? They’re that close and he still won’t kiss?! If he won’t, I will—this is my wife!”

“Wifey… sob… my Qichi wifey… did you forget your husband by Daming Lake? Make eye contact with me, get ‘stringy’ with me!!!”

“What’s so special about Bo Yu? How does he get a wife like Gu Qichi? I’m so sour. [lemon]”

“Wifey, so tempting—let me hug you. [pervy] [pervy] Wifey, so hot—let me f*ck you. [shy] [shy]”

“Did he figure out that Bo Yu was about to stop at this point and pull back? Why did he suddenly move?”

“Holy—sisters, holy—zoom in and look!!!”

“Wifey, what the hell are you sticking your tongue out for ahhhhh?!!”

“Ahhhhh Gu Qichi this is just a dumb game—be a little more restrained!!!”

……

Outside the livestream room.

The biscuit length was closing in on one centimeter, but it was still a bit more than that.

Bo Yu’s lashes lowered. His long, thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, hiding the dark, unclear emotion there.

His gaze, by coincidence, fell on Gu Qichi’s lips—

His lip shape was beautiful, like a heart. Full and plush, the color of red bean paste. Soft when bitten, like jelly—better suited for kissing someone.

Last night, they’d only shared a light, perfunctory kiss. Bo Yu hadn’t been satisfied yet, and Gu Qichi had already pulled away, shooing him aside, climbing into bed as if nothing happened.

The excuse was “protecting privacy.”

If you counted it that way, he and Gu Qichi hadn’t kissed for a whole day and night.

That had never happened before.

Darkness churned in Bo Yu’s eyes. He suddenly regretted coming on this show.

The length was about right. It was time to pull back.

Bo Yu’s lashes trembled. He’d barely moved for less than a second when Gu Qichi—like he knew exactly what Bo Yu was thinking—suddenly leaned in.

The rosy tip of his tongue brushed accidentally across the seam of Bo Yu’s lips. Bo Yu froze, and a small gap opened between his teeth.

Gu Qichi bit down without hesitation.

With a crack, the biscuit snapped. For an instant, Gu Qichi’s lips touched Bo Yu’s.

Warm breaths crossed, tangled. An ambiguous, delicate emotion spread silently, like vines winding tightly around Bo Yu’s heart.

The man lifted his eyes. In them was undisguised desire as he stared dead at Gu Qichi.

Gu Qichi, caught in his stare, didn’t react at all. He’d long been used to every one of Bo Yu’s reactions—and took pleasure in exploring even more.

Gu Qichi smiled brightly and leaned back. He spat the biscuit from between his lips into his palm and handed it to the staff to measure.

That piece of biscuit was only 0.6 cm long—completely qualified.

Gu Qichi won.

The beautiful man’s peach-blossom eyes curved. His aegyo-sal puffed up, and his eyes shone with open laughter—like a sly fox.

Before returning to the dice-throwing spot, Gu Qichi leaned close to Bo Yu’s ear and murmured softly:

“I told you—you wouldn’t get the chance to play any tricks.”