[Bullet Comments]:

“Clear the set? Clear what set? Baby Qichi, you’ve gone bad!!! We’re all your maiden family, what is there that we can’t see?!! [Going crazy]”

“Don’t do it, Director! Don’t clear the set, I want to watch. [Pitiful][Pitiful]”

“Ahhhhhhhhh them shooting the magazine is so hot, my dick is rock hard, I really want to supermarket [slang for do/fuck] Qichi. [Crying][Crying]”

“It’s not like I didn’t spend money! Qichi, I’ll shower you with rocket donations, don’t let them clear the set waaa.”

“Pants are flying everywhere. Bo Yu, Gu Qichi, is it really okay for you two to mess around like this? [Husky]”

“I really want to know if this can pass censorship, and when will this magazine be released? [Crying] I absolutely must buy this magazine, if I don’t buy it I’m not a true Wutong Tree (fan) [Crying]”

“No way, wifey Qichi is too hot, WIFEY!!! I’m directly doing a willy-standing-at-attention motion!!!”

“Don’t clear the set, they are absolutely going to do some unspeakable things. I’m not human, I’m a pervert, show it to me, I love to watch!!!”

“I’m a pervert too [Pitiful] I want to watch too [Pitiful]”

“Why are these two always so spicy [Pointing JPG.]”

“Probably because Ying Qi is a pervert.”

“Ah? Who is Ying Qi? [Scratching head]”

“He’s the planner for this shoot [Pushing glasses]”

…

Having been immersed in the entertainment industry for so many years, and all being professionals in the photography/filming business, everyone present was sharp as a tack.

Although Gu Qichi cleverly used the blanket on Bo Yu to block them just now, the positioning was too telling; everyone could tell what was going on at a glance.

The program’s PD looked at his nose, and his nose at his heart—feigning ignorance. He didn’t really want to let go of this massive trending traffic. Editor-in-Chief Cheng was shipping them too hard to interfere, standing to the side and waiting to see what the I Will Accompany You To The End crew would do.

The photographer looked at the two even more teasingly, gloating as if he were watching a live movie.

Wen Xi and Luo Qianqian, as Gu Qichi’s manager and assistant, definitely couldn’t sit by and watch at a time like this. The two stood up immediately. Wen Xi raised her eyebrows and spoke firmly to Editor-in-Chief Cheng and the program director: “Editor-in-Chief Cheng, if you don’t clear the set now, this is somewhat an invasion of personal privacy.”

Editor-in-Chief Cheng was momentarily speechless.

Wen Xi continued: “Qichi has been cooperating with the photographer’s requests this entire time without raising any objections. Our artist has already been very cooperative with your work.”

“You guys also know that these requests of yours are a bit overboard. So at a time like this, you should leave Gu Qichi and Bo Yu some private space. Otherwise, regarding our continued cooperation… I think our side will have to reconsider carefully.”

Editor-in-Chief Cheng and the program director looked embarrassed and finally relented. They led the staff out, retreating from the narrow space and leaving Gu Qichi and Bo Yu with enough privacy.

Before leaving, Luo Qianqian even thoughtfully pulled the practically useless curtains closed for them. After checking that everything was fine, she finally left with peace of mind.

As if Gu Qichi and Bo Yu could actually do something indescribable here. Gu Qichi was a bit speechless.

But with everyone gone, free from the prying eyes of others and the cameras, Gu Qichi finally relaxed. The swelling beneath him was uncomfortable, and with no way to relieve it, he simply gave up and nested in Bo Yu’s arms in that exact posture.

Like a cat that had caused trouble but still swished its fluffy tail, acting spoiled toward its owner.

Bo Yu turned slightly. At the tip of his nose was the smell of the shampoo from Gu Qichi’s hair, a very faint camellia scent. His fingers sank into Gu Qichi’s hair, a bit heavy-handed, making Gu Qichi hiss in pain.

“Can you get up?”

After a minute or two, Gu Qichi asked him softly. His voice was hoarse, his eyes wet and cloaked in a hazy layer of moisture.

Bo Yu held him in his arms, his expression still very faint. His eyebrows were lowered, his long and thick eyelashes casting a pale shadow under his eyes, his gaze obscure.

Yet, it couldn’t hide the churning lust rolling inside at all.

His hands passed under Gu Qichi’s armpits, lifting him up and shifting his position, pressing him directly against that swelling. The tip of the peach pressed against the rising giant sword; it felt like it could easily be split into several petals.

This bed was very narrow. Bo Yu half-leaned against the headboard cushion, retracted his fingers, and cupped Gu Qichi’s face. He freed two fingers to press into Gu Qichi’s parted lips, stirring inside his mouth.

Gu Qichi was blocked so he couldn’t speak. A beautiful arc flashed across his peach blossom eyes, the corners of his eyes flushed red, rippling with a water-like sheen that evoked pity.

Bo Yu lowered his voice, pretending to be cold and self-restrained: “Can’t move.” Then he added: “Can’t get up either.”

But it was as if a sharp sword was hanging right over his head, tottering, about to sever his reason at any moment. Bo Yu raised his eyes, staring fixedly at Gu Qichi. His jawline was tight, his tongue involuntarily pressing against the roof of his mouth.

He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He was about to explode.

Gu Qichi’s tongue pressed against his fingers, looking at him accusingly. Being looked at like that made Bo Yu’s Adam’s apple roll again. His fingers paused, resting against the tips of Gu Qichi’s teeth.

He half-closed his eyes, his tone hoarse and deep. Unable to pretend any longer, he straightforwardly made his request: “Wife, I want to kiss.”

Gu Qichi understood and pushed his fingers again, meaning for him to take his hand away since he couldn’t speak. Bo Yu then slowly withdrew his hand.

An indistinct salty taste spread in Gu Qichi’s mouth, and saliva dripped down the corners of his lips. He raised his eyes—his gaze like spring water, ripples spreading within. He settled his weight a bit more firmly against Bo Yu.

It dug in a bit.

Gu Qichi tore off the lavalier mic clipped to him, grabbed Bo Yu’s collar, his voice equally raspy. He said calmly: “Turn off the mic, let’s kiss.”

Bo Yu neatly complied.

From then on, the live broadcast room went completely black and silent.

[Bullet Comments]

“The netizens are not having it, the netizens are going to riot.”

“Bo Yu you thirsty thing, what do you mean kiss, that’s called taking advantage of my wife [Crying]”

“I paid for a membership, can I not even watch this? Wife, wife, have you been led astray by Bo Yu, wife [Crying][Crying]”

“Oh no, it feels like starting from the left ventricle, fresh arterial blood is pumped out from the left ventricle through the systemic arteries, goes through the whole body tissues and completes the exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide… (long anatomical description of a heart attack)… before returning to the left atrium.”

“@ I Will Accompany You To The End Official, give me the high-definition uncensored kissing picture of the Yu-Chi CP, otherwise I’m going to send you razor blades [Devil’s Whisper]”

“@ I Will Accompany You To The End Official, give me the high-def uncensored 360-degree no-dead-angle making love picture of Yu-Chi, otherwise I’ll send you blades too [Violence Warning]”

“How long has this livestream been paused? Are they still not done kissing? Last time we could at least hear the smacking sounds of kissing, this time great, there’s absolutely nothing… [Withered Rose]”

“No, you should ask, are they done having sex? [Pushing glasses]”

“In this short amount of time, Bo Yu shouldn’t be that fast, right? [Husky]”

“If he’s this fast, then ‘Playing Hard to Get’ is going to become fake… [Soybean Bye Bye]”

…

While the netizens were busy discussing, Gu Qichi was being kissed dizzy by Bo Yu, turning into a soft puddle.

All five of Bo Yu’s fingers sank into Gu Qichi’s hair, forcing him to lower his head as his tongue pushed in dominantly. Gu Qichi’s teeth were pried open; he was pressed into Bo Yu’s arms, kissed fiercely and savagely.

His lips were bitten intermittently, his tongue entangled, repeatedly bitten and sucked. His mouth was turned upside down, not a single corner spared. The scent, temperature, and heat belonging to Bo Yu continuously transferred over, almost filling Gu Qichi up completely.

The decorative curtains Gu Qichi had mocked earlier were half-drawn, letting in slivers of bright light, but the room remained dim. The citrus-scented incense in the corner crept through the cracks like a winding vine, silently climbing until it occupied every inch of the space.

Bo Yu’s other hand landed on his waist, pinching almost viciously. Without even lifting his shirt to check, Gu Qichi knew it must have left a red mark.

But it still wasn’t enough; the deliberately stoked desire couldn’t subside so easily.

The base of Gu Qichi’s tongue was sucked until it ached, and Bo Yu’s lips were bitten until they bled. The taste of rust spread in their mouths. It was dead silent all around; only the rapid, dense sounds of wet kissing could be heard.

Although it was just a kiss, it stimulated Gu Qichi to tremble involuntarily. He was like an old, discarded wire in a scrapped electrical box; as long as someone gently flicked it, it would spark with crackling electricity, filling his vision with blinding white light.

He didn’t know how long they kissed. By the time Gu Qichi was released, his whole body was numb, his legs too weak to sit up, his waist slumping forward. He was pulled directly into Bo Yu’s arms, unable to move a single inch.

“Can’t kiss anymore, Bo Yu.” Gu Qichi’s throat was numb from kissing, his trailing notes unsteady, floating intermittently: “If we kiss any more, I really won’t be able to hold back.”

Gu Qichi’s longing wasn’t much weaker than Bo Yu’s. If it really came down to it, he actually craved the pleasure of that moment even more than Bo Yu did.

But he was the first to lose control, and the first to beg for mercy.

If they kept kissing, they would really embarrass themselves. They were still in the Fashion Pasha studio, with a crowd of people waiting outside the door. Gu Qichi really wasn’t in the mood to put on this kind of show right under other people’s noses.

He decisively pinched Bo Yu, drawing a muffled groan from the other man, whose breath hitched for a second.

Gu Qichi was still shivering, the tear tracks at the corners of his eyes wetting his lashes. His gaze was clear, yet tinged with an indescribable lust, lacking any deterrence at all.

“Stop thinking about it.” Gu Qichi panted, struggling to lecture him: “Bo Yu, calm down. You’re not allowed to look at me.”

This was hard to say, considering he wasn’t very calm himself. Let alone comfortable.

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This cooling-off period lasted a full forty minutes. Luo Qianqian and Wen Xi even helped buy milk tea and coffee for the staff present, handing them out one by one just to stall for time.

Wen Xi took advantage of the free time to sneak in twice, wanting to check on the situation and see when they could resume shooting. As soon as the door opened, she poked her head in and saw Gu Qichi being held in Bo Yu’s arms, Bo Yu’s entire head buried in the crook of Gu Qichi’s neck.

The posture was highly ambiguous.

The moment he saw Wen Xi come in, the man buried in Gu Qichi’s shoulder looked up, his eye sockets burning red with lust. Bo Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze was piercing, the tyranny and possessiveness in his eyes so thick it almost materialized, inch by inch filling the cramped, narrow space.

Stared at by him, Wen Xi suddenly shuddered, goosebumps erupting all over her body, and looked at Gu Qichi for help.

Held in Bo Yu’s arms, Gu Qichi lifted his head and slapped Bo Yu on the back of the head. The force must have been quite heavy; Wen Xi felt pain just hearing it.

Gu Qichi’s five fingers rested on the back of Bo Yu’s neck. This posture was similar to when they were shooting the magazine earlier, just with the roles reversed. It was now Gu Qichi controlling Bo Yu.

When Wen Xi heard Gu Qichi lecturing Bo Yu, she was stunned.

Gu Qichi: “I told you to calm down, not to scare people.”

Gu Qichi: “If you can’t calm down, go out and embarrass yourself alone, I’m not keeping you company.”

Bo Yu was silent, the arm around Gu Qichi’s waist tightening again with frightening force. He nestled back into the crook of Gu Qichi’s shoulder, really wanting to turn his head and gnaw a few times on his collarbone and neck, but was intimidated by Gu Qichi’s gaze and said reluctantly: “I’ll be fine in a minute, don’t run around.”

Gu Qichi turned his head and said apologetically to Wen Xi: “Sister Wen Xi, it might be a little while longer, please wait a bit more.”

Wen Xi nodded and went out dizzily.

Catching a glimpse of Wen Xi’s back disappearing behind the door, Gu Qichi sighed, comfortingly stroked the side of Bo Yu’s neck, and lowered his head to kiss the other’s eyelid.

Bo Yu’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, and he hugged him even tighter.

…

By the time they came out, all the staff had finished lunch with Wen Xi’s help. Gu Qichi, led by Bo Yu by the hand, was a bit sluggish.

Only the final outfit remained for the shoot. As soon as Gu Qichi stepped out, he was grabbed by the stylist for hair and makeup.

Probably because the first two outfits were too avant-garde, when the staff brought over the final outfit, Gu Qichi actually felt a bit flattered. This outfit had nothing outrageous about it; it was gorgeous and grand. Gu Qichi couldn’t help but take a few extra glances.

The stylist was still chatting with him: “Mr. Gu, we actually have a really good idea for the styling…”

Gu Qichi instantly became alert, looking up at the stylist, and said coldly and calmly: “I don’t want to show anything overly intimate in front of the camera anymore…”

The implication was clear: Don’t even think about those outrageous things anymore. I won’t agree.

The stylist couldn’t help but laugh; it seemed their photographer had indeed left quite a shadow on Mr. Gu. She smiled and said: “Don’t worry, I just wanted to ask if you’d accept white hair. I feel you’d look beautiful with white hair.”

Gu Qichi paused, a bit hesitant. “But if we start bleaching hair now, won’t the time be too tight…”

He didn’t really want to stay at the shooting location too long, and Wen Xi probably wouldn’t agree either, since actors have strict requirements for their hair color.

The stylist lifted her chin, and a staff member beside her immediately brought over a wig. She snapped her fingers, smiling gracefully: “It’s definitely too late to dye it now, I wanted you to try this wig. It’s bleached and dyed from real human hair, the texture is very good.”

Fashion Pasha held a high status in the fashion industry with a sharp eye, and their chief stylist was top-tier. Without much thought, Gu Qichi agreed. He hadn’t tried this kind of hair color before, so he inevitably looked forward to the final result.

The wig was a full head of long hair. Indeed, exactly as the stylist said, it had an excellent texture, presenting a silvery-white luster.

After the headpiece was secured by the stylist, it was trimmed by the hair stylist. He didn’t know how much time passed; Gu Qichi was sleepy, was suddenly patted, opened his eyes, and only then saw his new hairstyle.

It was a mullet-wolf tail style, but the clump of hair at the back was extremely long, cascading down to stop right at Gu Qichi’s waist, left uncut. His own hair had grown quite a bit recently anyway, enough to tie a small stub at the back of his head. Now directly changing to this slightly longer hairstyle gave him an androgynous beauty.

After hair and makeup, the stylist handed him the clothes. Gu Qichi turned and went into the dressing room, still a bit tired. Tossed around by Pasha for too long, and not sleeping enough in the morning, Gu Qichi was starting to get drowsy.

So much so that when he changed clothes and walked out of the dressing room, there were still sleep tears in the corners of his eyes.

When the livestream camera was shoved in his face, he was a bit dazed. The lens flashed a bright light, exceptionally glaring. Gu Qichi blankly raised his hand, instinctively wanting to block his eyes. Then he realized what it was, frowned uncomfortably, and put his arm down.

The person responsible for filming was a burly, tough guy. Seeing Gu Qichi’s outfit clearly, he couldn’t hold back and quietly praised: “Mr. Gu, you look really beautiful.”

As soon as he spoke, his face turned red. A photographer taller and stronger than him, looking a bit fierce, acting as bashful as a little wife, a blush rising on his face.

Gu Qichi turned his head, looking up at him, finding it a bit novel. He smiled slowly, then leaned close to the camera, “Is it really that good-looking?”

The great beauty’s face was suddenly magnified in the camera.

He had changed his makeup; the powdery feel on his face was still very faint, showing his skin’s natural luster. The scattered silver hair over his forehead hung down, fluffed with a curling iron, his eyelashes dyed a matching color, wisps of white spreading out.

A very light layer of pink was swept across the corners of his eyes, white eyeliner emphasizing his eye shape, the inner corners highlighted with a white pearl shimmer. The overhead lights shone down, reflecting on his face, the stray hairs by his ears floating, revealing the dangling ear clip chain. Through a hazy layer of light and shadow, he possessed an unreal beauty.

The clothes on his body were much more dignified than the first two sets; it was a somewhat court-style Western suit. The jabot on his chest was pure white silk, the edges coated in a faint, weak blue, carrying a delicate luster under the light.

Although the jacket was a classic white suit jacket, the faintly gleaming dark silver threads on it and the gemstones on the collar and cuffs all signaled an expensive price tag.

[Bullet Comments]

“The fans have suffered too many beauty-critical hits today; everyone is dizzy from being blinded.”

“Baby, let me ask, do you accept small commercial gigs? You just need to follow the event process the whole time, just say ‘I do’ at the end, and you can even get a certificate issued by the state at the end [Heart][Heart]”

“Everyone stop arguing, watch me use my CET-6 English to chat with Qichi. Hellow, I love you [Licking Screen][Licking Screen]”

“Baby Qichi is from Dongcheng, what a coincidence, so am I, Baby Qichi is definitely my destined wife!!!”

“A pure white suit ahhh, can Qichi not take pictures with Bo Yu, wear this outfit and come marry me instead [Crying][Crying]”

“Today is another day of crazily insulting Bo Yu, the hatred of having my wife stolen is irreconcilable [Crying]”

“GET MARRIED GET MARRIED GET MARRIED!!! Our CP is the most badass!!! Happy newlyweds! A harmonious union for a hundred years! Have a precious son soon (just kidding)!”

“Baby Qichi’s face is a beauty that directly strikes the heart and wins glory for the country. I can’t figure out if Bo Yu saved the Milky Way in his past life, how on earth did he abduct Qichi wa. [Going crazy]”

“As a qualified idol, Gu Qichi, you should guide your fans in the right direction, not toward the Civil Affairs Bureau [Heart] damn it is bigamy really illegal in our country [Crying] The urge to get married has reached its peak, I really need a wife like Baby Qichi hey [Crying]”

“I finally know why Bo Yu blocked the fans one by one. If it were me, I’d block them too. Who could bear their fragrant wife being snatched away by others [Crying]”

“Don’t flatter Bo Yu [Crying] this fucking is MY wife not his wife [Crying]”

“Where’s the camera, where’s the camera? Show me my irreconcilable wife-stealing enemy.”

People were coming and going. Bo Yu sat in the very center of the magazine publisher’s set, holding a past issue of the magazine in his hands. He and Gu Qichi were wearing outfits from the same series, only the jabot collar was replaced with a tie, and the gemstone inlaid on the brooch was frighteningly large.

The man lowered his eyes, without any complicated makeup on his face, exuding nobility and aloofness.

The livestream was cut off again, and commercials began to play.

This was negotiated early on between the I Will Accompany You To The End crew and Fashion Pasha. The first two outfits and shoots were made public to boost the magazine’s hype. The final outfit was kept mysterious, leaving the audience with enough desire to explore and purchase the issue. Otherwise, if all three outfits were fully showcased by the show’s crew, people would just take a couple of screenshots from the livestream, and who would be willing to spend money to buy the magazine?

This time, the shoot was outdoors. Although it wasn’t like summer with lush green grass, at least there was a pine forest nearby. Pines and cypresses stay evergreen, so the trees weren’t completely bare.

The shooting poses this time were simple, and the photographer didn’t make any more excessive demands. Gu Qichi couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was mostly simple actions like holding waists, making eye contact, and caressing each other’s faces; nothing embarrassing.

Gu Qichi let down his guard, and his movements became increasingly natural.

The photographer held the camera, looking at the affectionately gazing couple in the viewfinder. The flash and shutter never stopped from beginning to end.

When there were enough shots, he pulled his hand back and told the staff to bring up the props prepared earlier.

When newlyweds get married, the bride always wears a white veil. But Gu Qichi wasn’t a girl and couldn’t wear such a thing. When Editor-in-Chief Cheng and the others were planning, they simply dismantled the veil from a wedding dress.

The layered folds spread out. The pure white, soft tulle material was carried by the staff and handed over to Gu Qichi and Bo Yu.

This piece of veil was ultimately draped over the heads of both of them together.

Bo Yu was slightly taller than Gu Qichi and looked down at him. His gaze traveled all the way from his scattered silver hair to the rippling, water-filled peach blossom eyes, and continued to Gu Qichi’s prominent, straight nose bridge, with its slender lines and small, delicate tip.

Because they had kissed too hard just now, there were many tiny cuts on his lips. Gu Qichi’s lips were plump and now slightly swollen, presenting a sort of bruised crimson. It created a massive contrast with his cold and noble face.

The two of them just stood there, doing nothing, yet still catching the eye, like the most dazzling scenery in this world.

The photographer took several continuous snapshots, very satisfied with the state of the two of them, and began directing the final scene.

“Mr. Gu, you can stand on my left, closer to the camera. Mr. Bo, turn your body to the side, behind Mr. Gu, and you can look down at him.”

Their positions changed, the veil rotating with them, achieving the pose the photographer desired.

It was clearly the dead of winter, but for some unknown reason, a flock of flapping pigeons suddenly appeared in the sky. Their feathers were pure white, raising a flurry of noise.

When Gu Qichi looked up, Bo Yu’s head just happened to lower.

In the final second frozen by the lens.

Under the white veil.

Bo Yu kissed his lover.