Barrage comments:

“Was Bo Yu in the army or did he quit drugs or something? How is he still not making a move???”

“I get it now. Bo Yu can’t do it. [Husky]”

“Spread the word: Bo Yu is ‘nurturing his stomach.’ [doge]”

“He really managed not to stick his tongue in. Impressive self-control, young hero.”

“If that were me, I’d rush over and wreck my wife on the spot. [pitiful][pitiful]”

“This is exactly why Bo Yu got Chi Chi and you didn’t. [doge]”

“Chi Chi, baby, just keep teasing him. I’m waiting for him to lose control and get him ‘dealt with.’ [drool][drool]”

“This cookie is only 0.6 cm thick. Round it up, and they’ve already kissed. Round it up again, and it’s a French kiss. Round it up one more time and they’re at negative distance. So basically, they’re doing it now. [drool]”

“The girl above really understands rounding. [doge]”

“Quick, quick, quick, I want to see them keep going!!! Let the next roll be a 5! Make them hold hands the whole way, then roll a 4 for a koala hug for one minute. Another 5 or 3 would be great too, one for a piggyback bride-carry, one for blowing into the ear for thirty seconds.”

“So exciting. Production team, you really know how to make things spicy.”

“Give the directors a drumstick bonus!”

…

In the show, Bo Yu quietly swallowed, his eyes darkening, his gaze turning deep and unreadable. He looked at Gu Qichi, who had returned to the starting point of the flying chess board to roll the die, then casually looked away.

The recording format for I’ll Accompany You to the End was quite unusual. The production team had already explained everything to the guests the day before.

Every Saturday and Sunday, the livestream would begin at 8 a.m. and continue for two full days, ending Sunday night.

From Monday to Friday, all cameras would be turned off to protect the guests’ privacy.

After that, every two weeks, the guests would take part in a travel-themed prerecorded shoot, which would also be broadcast on Moon Channel’s satellite TV lineup. Clips from the prerecorded variety show would air in advance as teasers to attract viewers.

In other words, after today’s livestream ended, Gu Qichi and Bo Yu would return to their normal lives.

They would not go live again until next Friday.

As for the travel recording, it had been scheduled for the Monday after next Sunday’s livestream ended.

The production team would use this livestream to determine the winning pair, since the winners would get first pick of the travel destination.

That also meant that after today’s livestream, he would have plenty of time to play a little “fun” with Gu Qichi.

Bo Yu lowered his gaze and rubbed a finger over his Adam’s apple.

Recently, he had just happened to come across a very attractive set of uniforms, so he bought all three colors: black, white, and gray.

There was one item in the set that interested him especially—

Suit garters.

They were black leather, decorated with fine silver chains, and Bo Yu had even sent them off to have a few gemstones added.

Gu Qichi would definitely look beautiful wearing them.

After all, they seemed made to measure for him.

Bo Yu smiled faintly, his gaze once more sweeping over Gu Qichi, who was concentrating hard on figuring out how to avoid penalties on the flying chess board.

Under the sunlight, the young man’s eyes were lowered. Bent slightly at the waist, he leaned forward, and the hem of his sweater lifted in a barely noticeable curve, exposing a slim yet resilient section of waist and abdomen, pale to the point of dazzling.

Bo Yu narrowed his eyes. He had never tried this kind of thing before, but now that he had some free time, it would be the perfect chance to experiment a little.

And Gu Qichi would surely like it too.

…

“Why is Bo Yu smiling so creepily? What is he thinking about?”

“No way he saw us saying he can’t do it, right…”

“As if. He’s not looking at his phone, and he doesn’t have X-ray vision.”

“I bet Gu Qichi deliberately teased him just now, and he’s thinking about how to ‘have his way’ with his wife. [pitiful][pitiful]”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Bo Yu is definitely thinking about locking his wife up. [heart][heart]”

“Can some writer please make fanfiction of these two? The vibe is unreal. Domineering CEO and cold beauty—I’m basic, I love it.”

“Girl, hurry over to the Yu-Qin-Gu-Zong supertopic. Countless writers have already written them! Their writing is amazing!!! Every kind of prop and play scenario is there!!!”

“I’m basic trash, and those writers hit every one of my kinks!”

“Bookmarking this. I’m diving in right now!!!”

…

By the third round of dice rolling, although Gu Qichi and Bo Yu had lost one turn, they were now in third place—not ahead, but not behind either.

Beside them, the married couple Han Hao and Han Li were doing a “draw and guess” compatibility challenge.

Probably because they had already been together for so long, they were progressing extremely smoothly.

After another pair finished rolling, it was finally Gu Qichi and Bo Yu’s turn.

Gu Qichi glanced at the options on the ground, picked up the die, and subtly nudged it in the direction of the number three.

He wanted to play that “draw and guess” compatibility game too.

He wanted to see just how much understanding he and Bo Yu really had between them.

The PD caught it immediately and shouted through a megaphone, “Teacher Gu! No cheating! I saw your toe propping it up!”

Tsk.

Gu Qichi unwillingly pulled his foot back and tossed the die into the air.

Pong.

The die landed with a bright, unmistakable 5.

Bo Yu looked at the number and walked five steps forward, stopping on the corresponding square—

Hold hands for the entire route, and complete a candy-flavor guessing game.

Gu Qichi: “…”

What kind of luck was this?

There was no way every single round he’d draw either a task or a punishment, right…

That would be way too absurd. His luck was just terrible.

While he was silently grumbling, the accompanying PD leaned over, urging Gu Qichi to stand beside Bo Yu while also signaling for staff to bring over a tray of candies and blindfolds.

A couples’ candy-guessing game. He had been the one who came up with it, and the fact that Gu Qichi and Bo Yu had actually drawn it was an unexpected delight. The PD was thrilled.

…

“So this is that couples’ candy guessing game? Damn, production team, you guys are wild!”

“So perverted. I love it. [drool][drool] Other couples always end up guessing the candy flavor by kissing, hehe.”

“So what’s the difference between this game and kissing? Answer: none!”

“Passing candy mouth-to-mouth is the hottest thing ever ahhhhh!!! Make sure you really suck on each other’s lips!”

“Wifey looks completely done with life, hahaha.”

“Is nobody jealous of Bo Yu?! Nobody?! I’m going insane with jealousy!!!”

“Holding his wife’s little hand, guessing the candy in his wife’s mouth—I can already imagine Bo Yu’s expression in a moment. [soybean-smile] It’ll definitely be that smug ‘look, I have a wife and you don’t’ kind of face.”

…

Facts proved that netizens’ intuition really was accurate. That was exactly the expression on Bo Yu’s face.

The moment he interlocked fingers with Gu Qichi, the smugness reached its peak.

It was practically written all over his face: Gu Qichi is my wife, and only I get to hold his hand.

Gu Qichi’s fans, the Wutong Trees, were about ready to claw their keyboards to pieces.

Meanwhile, the CP fans, the Bathtubs, were grinning so hard their mouths were about to split.

Human joy and sorrow were never truly shared. The Wutong Trees only found the Bathtubs unbearably noisy. [soybean-smile]

The instant the blindfold was put on, Gu Qichi’s vision fell into darkness.

The only thing he could clearly feel around him was Bo Yu holding his hand.

Gu Qichi tilted his head and leaned slightly in Bo Yu’s direction.

Bo Yu’s hand was broad, sharply boned, with long elegant fingers. As their fingers laced together, warmth spread from his palm into Gu Qichi’s skin and blood.

Though it was the dead of winter, Gu Qichi felt strangely hot, as though even his blood had begun to boil.

Gu Qichi was responsible for guessing while blindfolded, and Bo Yu was responsible for eating the candy.

Bo Yu picked one from the tray the staff had brought.

Cherry flavor.

The pink candy entered his mouth, first carrying a faint sourness before threads of sweetness gradually spread through it.

Bo Yu narrowed his eyes.

Holding Bo Yu’s hand, Gu Qichi pressed his lips together unnaturally before speaking. “You can describe the taste. Maybe I can guess it that way.”

“It doesn’t necessarily have to be guessed through kissing…”

The PD panicked a little at those words. If they just described the flavor, the game would lose all its fun.

He was just about to step in and stop them when Bo Yu raised an eyebrow.

The man bent close to Gu Qichi’s ear and moved quickly. In just a moment, he had muted his microphone—and Gu Qichi’s too.

Only Gu Qichi could hear what he said:

“It tastes like our first time.”

Bo Yu deliberately lowered his voice. That deep, slightly husky tone, carried by the faint vibration of his breath, brushed against Gu Qichi’s ear in a tingling wave.

The moment the words fell, Gu Qichi’s face instantly flushed scarlet.

The color spread from the tips of his ears all the way down his neck, and even his fingers curled slightly from embarrassment.

Because Bo Yu had intentionally muted the mic and the cameraman wasn’t close enough, the viewers in the livestream could only vaguely make out the words “first time.”

On screen, Gu Qichi’s eyes were hidden beneath a pure black blindfold, covering most of his face. His cheeks were flushed, his skin white as snow, his lips full and glistening with a layer of moisture.

When the camera zoomed in and framed his face, there was a strange, magnificent beauty to him.

Like some soul-stealing apparition.

The livestream audience collectively stopped breathing for a second.

…

“Damn, what did Bo Yu say to make wifey blush like that?”

“Holy crap, that expression on Chi Chi’s face looks like the kind of look someone gets when they’ve been messed senseless with. Does anybody get me? [drool]”

“I get you completely. Like the kind where he’s been kissed stupid and his tongue just obediently slips out.”

“Enough, enough, my phantom limb is rock hard. How am I supposed to live without baby Chi? [cry][cry]”

“After getting used to beauty like baby Chi, all other ugly people feel so dull. [soybean-bye]”

“I only heard the words ‘first time’… first time what exactly?! What are our noble VIP ears not allowed to hear?!”

“Let me guess—first meeting? First kiss? Or first time doing something intimate? [lick-screen][lick-screen]”

“Tell me already!!!”

“With that expression, I really want to devour him ahhhh!”

“Where are the lip-reading masters?! The audio-restoration gods?! Who can decode what Bo Yu said and tell us?!”

“I don’t know what he said, and now I won’t sleep tonight.”

“If little Chi is on my bed with me, I sleep very happily. Tonight, little Chi and I are going seven rounds. Don’t be jealous—your bro is just that strong. [shy]”

“Ladies in the comments, please gather up your pants. They’re flying into my face already. [heart][heart]”

…

Blindfolded, Gu Qichi couldn’t really make any expression, so the only thing he could do was tighten his fingers around Bo Yu’s hand, trying to intimidate him a little before reluctantly speaking to the production team.

“It’s cherry flavor, right?”

The accompanying PD froze for a moment, looking at Gu Qichi and Bo Yu, completely unable to figure out what kind of secret exchange had just happened or how Gu Qichi had guessed correctly.

But since the audience hadn’t gotten the moment they wanted to see, the production team obviously couldn’t let the two of them off that easily.

So the PD took a detour and changed the rules on the spot.

Smiling slyly, he reminded them, “This round is best two out of three. Teacher Gu and Teacher Bo need to do one more round and guess the flavor correctly again, otherwise it doesn’t count.”

His smile was downright crafty. Bo Yu glanced at him when he heard this, but said nothing. His hand, however, moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye he had already picked up another candy.

A pale yellow lemon candy, sharp with acidity.

When Bo Yu kissed him, he pushed the candy to the side of his cheek with his tongue. On his tongue, the leftover cherry flavor clashed with the taste of lemon.

It was confusing.

Sourness and sweetness spread through the mouth, stimulating the taste buds.

Gu Qichi frowned, obvious confusion appearing on his face.

Bo Yu didn’t kiss him with much force; he only lightly sucked on his lip once, and his tongue, unusually, didn’t push deeper.

Before Gu Qichi could react, Bo Yu had already pulled back.

Gu Qichi considered the taste and said uncertainly, “Is it raspberry?”

The accompanying PD’s face wrinkled with delight as he shook his head, then remembered Gu Qichi couldn’t see and quickly answered aloud, “Nope, Teacher Gu, that’s wrong. You have to keep guessing.”

There was even a teasing note in his voice.

His eyes dropped to their clasped hands, and the grin on his face was nearly splitting past his heels.

“Again.” Gu Qichi tugged on Bo Yu’s sleeve.

Bo Yu’s lips pressed to his once more, dry and warm against his. Threads of sweetness slipped through the seam of their lips.

It was a little more sour than before.

In less than a second, Bo Yu pulled away again.

Gu Qichi turned his head toward the PD’s direction once more and said firmly, “Orange flavor, right?”

The PD grinned like a chrysanthemum in full bloom, his whole face crinkled up, the shiny bald patch on top of his head gleaming under the sunlight.

Director: “Teacher Gu, wrong again.”

Director: “Oh, I forgot to tell you—each candy only gets three guesses. If you still can’t guess it, then we’ll have to switch to the next flavor. This one won’t count.”

At that, Gu Qichi frowned ever so slightly.

How was it still wrong?

He turned his head back toward Bo Yu, the corner of his lips lifting into a faint smile. Bo Yu had definitely done something sneaky.

“Bo Yu, again.” Gu Qichi leaned in, instantly closing the distance between them to almost nothing. “This time, be serious.”

He instructed him.

Without changing expression, Bo Yu hooked the candy beneath his tongue.

The tart lemon flavor spread through his mouth again.

At that height, Bo Yu leaned down and kissed him.

…

“That bastard did it on purpose. He hid the candy in his mouth. [soybean-smile]”

“If your name is Bo Yu and you hide candy in your mouth without giving a proper kiss, remember this. [heart]”

“This couple is scoring big! Yu-Qin-Gu-Zong is everything!!! Kiss, kiss, kiss! I’m dying from shipping them!!!”

“Baby Chi: So nobody is going to stand up for me, huh? You horny freaks. [soybean-bye]”

“This dog of a man is way too good at this. Is this really how he stole my wife away? [tears]”

“Now that you mention it, I suddenly really want to know their love story. [tears][tears] I heard before that it was a business marriage, but looking at them now, what business marriage? This is the crystallization of love. [tears]”

“But business marriage and falling in love after marriage is such a delicious trope too. [drool]”

“God, the ultimate push-and-pull of marrying first and falling in love later scores full marks, okay?!”

…

Again, it was only a shallow taste, and after less than two seconds Bo Yu was about to withdraw.

Gu Qichi grabbed his collar and yanked downward sharply, pulling Bo Yu’s lips back against his.

Even though Gu Qichi’s eyes were still completely covered by the blindfold, for some reason Bo Yu could practically see the provocative look behind it.

Gu Qichi’s tongue pried open Bo Yu’s teeth. The movement was not especially practiced—after all, today the roles had been switched. He, normally the one being acted upon, had become the one attacking.

That crimson tongue tangled with Bo Yu’s, found the lemon candy hidden beneath it, hooked it, and pulled it away.

Just before withdrawing from Bo Yu’s mouth, Gu Qichi felt his tongue sucked hard once, followed by a firm bite right at the tip.

The lemon candy cracked in half with a clear crunch.

One half shattered in Bo Yu’s mouth, the other in Gu Qichi’s.

It was lemon candy, sharp and sour.

Gu Qichi removed the blindfold in one smooth motion. Sunlight stabbed back into his eyes as he bit the candy to pieces, the faint sweetness unique to lemon finally blooming across his tongue.

The young man brushed back his now-messy hair and said lazily, “Lemon candy.”

“This time I got it right, didn’t I?”

The PD smiled and nodded, letting them pass.

…

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“I’m literally a screaming chicken!!!!”

“To witness Yu-Qin-Gu-Zong in this lifetime is my blessing!!!”

“This sexual tension is absolutely insane! [lick-screen][lick-screen]”

“Artists in the supertopic have already drawn spicy fanart, everybody go now!!!”

“If I didn’t see wrong, Chi Chi hooked the candy right out of Bo Yu’s mouth, right? That’s so damn erotic!!!”

“Someone in the supertopic analyzed it—the candy seems to have broken in half, one half for each of them, because when Chi Chi pulled away just now, Bo Yu’s cheek moved like he was chewing.”

“No more words, let’s post the GIFs. [heart][heart]”

“Your mom, my mom, his mom—where is the production team? Where’s the tent? Why are we still filming a variety show? Hurry up and pack this little couple off somewhere already. Can’t you see how their eyes are practically dripping with tension?”

“It’s practically written in their eyes that they want each other. Does the production team have no sense at all?”

…

Because of the task, Gu Qichi and Bo Yu had to keep holding hands the entire time.

That made things easy. There was no need for Gu Qichi to walk back to the starting point, and the staff simply brought his die over.

Gu Qichi would still do the rolling.

The accompanying PD thoughtfully leaned in and asked, “President Bo, the viewers in the livestream are curious—what number are you hoping for?”

Bo Yu lazily lifted his gaze with a half-smile. “As long as I’m with Qichi, any number is fine, but—”

His tone shifted slowly, the end of the sentence carrying a smile. “I’m hoping for a 4.”

Oh my. The host put on an expression of sudden understanding.

The moment the words left his mouth, the knuckles of his hand were abruptly squeezed hard by someone else—an indistinct but very real pain.

Bo Yu lowered his eyes to Gu Qichi, who stood slightly shorter than him, and added, “But it still depends on Qichi. Whatever number he rolls, I’ll like it.”

There was far less sincerity in those words than in the sentence before, making it obvious he was trying to cover things up.

The accompanying PD then handed the microphone to Gu Qichi and asked the exact same question as before: “Teacher Gu, then on behalf of the viewers, may I ask which number you want most?”

Gu Qichi glanced at the gleaming bald-headed PD who loved stirring up trouble. His forehead shone under the morning sunlight, so bright from this angle that it was almost dazzling.

No wonder he was going bald. He really worried about far too much.

Gu Qichi answered casually, “I hope for a 3.”

If it landed on 3, the option in that square was a reward—

Move forward four spaces.

And the next four spaces after that were all safe zones.

It suited Gu Qichi’s cautious desire for stability perfectly.

The PD nodded in understanding. “Looks like Teacher Gu has his heart set on winning. Let’s wait and see.”

The die flew into the air, wobbled, rolled several times, and finally stopped on—

Well then. It was a koala hug for one minute.

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Author’s note:

Bo Yu: I knew it, this must be my wife rewarding me!

Qichi: Reward my ass.

Qichi: Scheming dog of a man. Tch.