The moment Bo Yu covered him, Gu Qichi stiffened slightly.

It wasn’t for any other reason, but simply because this posture always reminded Gu Qichi of certain… positions he and Bo Yu frequently engaged in.

It truly was a test of one’s self-control.

Bo Yu lifted his eyes and cast a cold glance at the photographer, his gaze gleaming with a piercing light.

His thumb pressed against Gu Qichi’s collarbone. His voice was equally cold, but laced with a hoarseness that gave it an indescribable sexiness: “Change to another pose.”

As he spoke, his fingertips rubbed across Gu Qichi’s collarbone, pulling him further up. Gu Qichi’s head hung directly over the edge of the bed, his pale neck stretching into a fragile arc under the pull of gravity. Bo Yu tilted his head and kissed it.

His lips pressed against Gu Qichi’s collarbone, his eyelashes brushing against the side of his neck.

“Is this okay?”

Bo Yu’s voice was freezing. The camera lens perfectly magnified his displeasure and irritability. The photographer swallowed hard, adjusted the camera angle and composition, and realized that Bo Yu and Gu Qichi’s current pose was far better than what he had originally designed. He gladly agreed.

It was too perfect.

The moment the shutter clicked, the photographer sighed in admiration once more. Even under an ultra-high-definition lens, it was hard to find a single flaw on either of their faces. The intense push-and-pull and ambiguous tension between them created an effect that ordinary couples could never reproduce.

As several shutter clicks echoed in succession, Gu Qichi forced himself to stabilize his emotions, maintaining a calm and unruffled facade. But from his sweat-dampened bangs and quivering nose, one could tell that Gu Qichi wasn’t nearly as calm as he appeared.

Once the photographer finished shooting this set, Gu Qichi pushed Bo Yu, who was pressing down on him, told him to get up, and turned to ask the staff for a bottle of water.

The shooting set was simply too hot, Gu Qichi thought. So hot it made his mouth dry and throat parched.

He gulped down the water, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. His lips were stained red from the moisture. Under the studio lighting, his exposed collarbone curved into a deep hollow, the lines sharp and distinct, with a layer of hot sweat pooling in the dip.

If you looked closely, you would notice that the red eyeshadow at the corners of the young man’s eyes had smudged, replaced instead by a purely physiological reaction. A crimson flush spread out, like a flower blooming on delicate silk.

Bo Yu stared at his lips, his gaze dark and deep.

The photographer buried his head in reviewing his photos, searching for the ones with the best lighting and angles.

Leaving behind a room full of staff, along with Wen Xi and Luo Qianqian, silently screaming inside. Everyone was nearly dizzy from the almost tangible male hormones filling the studio.

The netizens wished they could fly directly from the livestream into the studio. The bullet comments were a sea of howling and wailing:

“I’m shipping them so hard!!! Fashion Pasha, right? Just you wait for my patronage. I command you, do not delete a single photo! Release them all!”

“Get married right now boohoohoo… wait, I forgot they’re already married. I hope every CP I ship from now on can be as sweet as them. [Crying]”

“Production team, don’t be too much! I told you to bring them a bed and you listened, but when I told you to make them livestream doing it, why did you ignore me??? [Crying]”

“The bed is right there and you’re still not getting to it, Bo Yu, are you incapable!”

“What a beautiful collarbone [Drool] What a beautiful back [Drool] What a beautiful wife [Drool] When will the beautiful Gu Qichi let me top him [Erect JPG.]”

“Pass it on: Bo Yu can’t get it up, the wife is mine. I’m going to crawl into the camera and do dirty things with my wife [Drool][Drool]”

“Why not bite the collarbone [Crying] Bite down hard on it, mark him with your possessiveness [Crying] Bo Yu, you rascal, weren’t you pretty good at it last time when you bit wifey’s ankle? What’s wrong with you today?”

“Bo Yu must have gone through rehab or served in the military, how can he endure this??? [Shocked]”

“I have a proposal. Next, change wifey into one of those backless bunny outfits, preferably one with straps. Pasha, aren’t you good at shooting? Shoot the hell out of it!!!”

“Don’t worry about my wallet, as long as you dare to shoot, come and ravage me fiercely [Licking Screen][Licking Screen]”

“Petition with one person’s blood: I want to see the koala hug from the last game. [Drooling] This kind of pose is too sensational for a magazine shoot [Drooling]”

“Petition with two people’s blood: I want to see an Adam’s apple kiss [Pitiful][Pitiful]”

“An Adam’s apple kiss? Oh my god, I just noticed Bo Yu has a small red mole on his Adam’s apple. If they really do an Adam’s apple kiss, that would be incredibly hot [Drooling]”

“Petition with three people’s blood: Just get on the bed and do it for me to see. I’m the sugar daddy, I’ll throw money at you.”

…

Only after finishing the water did Gu Qichi feel the heat in his body dissipate a little.

Bo Yu had a small blanket draped around him, staring at him unblinkingly.

Gu Qichi turned his head to look at him, his eyes swimming with mist, leaving his eyelashes wet as well. Holding the mineral water bottle with its logo taped over, he looked at the untouched bottle in Bo Yu’s hand and couldn’t help but ask: “Why aren’t you drinking?”

Bo Yu turned his head, and Gu Qichi leaned a bit closer to him.

“Aren’t you thirsty?” he asked softly.

Surely it couldn’t be because the water wasn’t his usual brand that he refused to drink it.

The next second, his hand was suddenly empty; the half-finished bottle of water had been snatched from his grasp. Following his gaze upward, the man he had just wondered about, not being thirsty, was currently gulping the water down.

Gu Qichi: “…”

What, is the water sweeter after I drink it or something? He was waiting for me this whole time.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Bo Yu’s gaze drifted down. After quickly finishing the half-bottle of water, he wiped the moisture from his lips and said hoarsely: “Avoiding waste.”

Gu Qichi: “…”

Why didn’t you worry about waste when you were throwing money around at the auction buying gems and clothes?

He didn’t have time to exchange another word with Bo Yu because the photographer started urging them on again without pause.

“Mr. Gu, Mr. Bo, are you both rested? If so, let’s resume.”

Gu Qichi handed the empty bottle to Luo Qianqian and resignedly climbed back onto the bed. No sooner had he sat down than the photographer stopped him.

The man looked at him with a smiling face, his expression indescribably sinister. Gu Qichi’s heart skipped a beat as he heard the photographer say, “Mr. Gu, you shouldn’t sit there.”

Editor-in-Chief Cheng had arranged for Bo Yu to sit at the head of the bed, his upper body leaning against the pillows, his eyes still pinned on Gu Qichi.

The next second, the photographer continued: “You can sit on top of Mr. Bo. I watched the last livestream, just like that koala hug pose.”

Gu Qichi: “…”

Gu Qichi suddenly regretted not agreeing to Bo Yu’s suggestion to breach the contract. The material Fashion Pasha was shooting was simply too far over the line.

Could they really pass censorship shooting like this?

Thinking this, he sat on the bed perfectly still and calmly questioned the photographer. If it couldn’t pass censorship, the magazine wouldn’t be published, so naturally this pose wouldn’t need to be shot; doing so would just be a waste of time.

Gu Qichi felt it was unnecessary.

Hearing this, Luo Qianqian’s eyes showed her internal struggle. If Mr. Gu didn’t want to shoot it, he could certainly refuse, but the photographer’s proposal was too hot. As a CP shipper, she really wanted to see this iconic scene!!!

This was practically a massive piece of candy falling from heaven!!!

The photographer was just about to explain when Editor-in-Chief Cheng, who had been aggressively shipping them, suddenly leaned in. She clapped a hand onto Gu Qichi’s shoulder, her expression almost manic: “Don’t worry! It will absolutely pass censorship! Shoot it boldly and without worry! I’ll back you up!”

Wen Xi’s mouth dropped open, Gu Qichi fell into silence, and hope reignited in Luo Qianqian’s eyes.

The photographer adjusted his equipment and said with a smile, “Don’t worry too much, Mr. Gu, we know the limits. These poses are frequently used during photoshoots, it’s just that some business-only couples need to avoid them.”

“You two are legally married husbands, there’s nothing to worry about,” he added.

Gu Qichi numbly followed the photographer’s instructions, moving to Bo Yu’s side. He straddled his legs, half-standing, hovering over Bo Yu’s waist.

They were too close.

Gu Qichi heard his own heart start thumping in time with his breathing, each beat louder than the last, drumming against his eardrums. He leaned down and shifted a little further forward, his breath mingling with Bo Yu’s.

Scalding and blazing hot.

The photographer was very satisfied with their current state. Seizing the moment, he snapped several quick shots, not forgetting to prompt: “Don’t be shy, Mr. Gu. Just sit right down.”

Luo Qianqian was about to scream again.

Wen Xi watched the bashful Gu Qichi, rubbed her forehead, and glanced at the photographer, silently sighing. As expected of the most famous gay man in the fashion industry, when he aimed for excitement, he didn’t hold back at all.

Gu Qichi clung to Bo Yu’s shoulders and sat down completely.

Bo Yu’s thigh muscles were taut, like a piece of hard, branding iron. Gu Qichi’s eyes fluttered, lifting his lashes, his gaze falling straight into the depths of Bo Yu’s eyes.

A silent romance, like a prairie fire, burned away their reason.

Gu Qichi heard the sound of Bo Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbing, accompanied by his heartbeat, falling clearly on his ears.

“Mr. Bo, you can act a little more natural. Mr. Gu as well, you can rest your hands on Mr. Bo’s shoulders.”

Bo Yu gathered Gu Qichi’s slender hip bones, his wide palms tightly shackling his waist, refusing to let him move an inch.

Gu Qichi’s hands rested loosely on Bo Yu’s shoulders. The heat at his waist was impossible to ignore; he could even feel Bo Yu’s fingertips resting on his lumbar dimples.

Whether intentional or not, Bo Yu’s thumb was rubbing up and down right over the character “Yu” tattooed on his waist. The movement was just so slight that none of the staff present noticed.

Gu Qichi stared at him. The water droplets on his lips glistened, as if he had applied a layer of clear, mirror-like lip gloss.

With his waist locked in place, unable to move, Gu Qichi leaned down, crossing his arms and wrapping them around Bo Yu in a wider arc.

Dark stray hairs fell, brushing against both their faces. Their noses touched, fine beads of sweat slightly oozing out, their eyes reflecting each other’s image.

It was arousal.

Warm breaths intertwined. The shutter fell, emitting a blinding flash of light.

The blood flowing through their bodies began to surge rapidly, gurgling to the surface. Their entire bodies gradually heated up with an irresistible warmth. Gu Qichi felt as if he were about to spontaneously combust.

The heat spread across both their faces.

The photographer circled the two of them, snapping a shot from every angle. He was more than just satisfied; this was practically the most tension-filled work of his entire career.

Originally, this part and this set of outfits were supposed to end here. But seeing the atmosphere the two were immersed in, the photographer had a flash of inspiration and came up with another brilliant idea.

He started instructing Bo Yu to free one hand to clamp down on the back of Gu Qichi’s neck, forcing him to tilt his head back, his spine pulling taut like a bowstring stretched to its breaking point.

A beauty is indeed a beauty. Even when doing such a pose, it didn’t provoke any dirty or obscene thoughts, only an uprising of yearning and desire.

Bo Yu was asked to raise his legs and waist a bit higher, pushing Gu Qichi up. Under the lights, his upper arm muscles were solid, every inch of their lines exceptionally smooth, creating a massive contrast with the young man’s delicate, pretty face.

Like a beast and a beauty.

Gu Qichi’s most vulnerable throat was exposed to the light, the bluish-purple veins spreading out like branches. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

Bo Yu also tilted his head back, the small mole next to his Adam’s apple completely exposed under the light.

Like an incredibly vibrant pigeon-blood ruby. Burning so brightly it seared one’s eyeballs.

He tilted his head up and captured Gu Qichi’s Adam’s apple between his lips. Slowly and leisurely sucking a red mark onto it.

The camera lens froze, like a final judgment.

The photoshoot was finally over.

Gu Qichi’s tense spine suddenly relaxed. He slid down to sit on Bo Yu’s abdomen and collapsed onto Bo Yu’s chest, panting heavily like a fish dying from a lack of water.

The surroundings were in an uproar, chaotic everywhere. Staff members hurried back and forth, preparing the final set of outfits and props to avoid wasting time.

Gu Qichi couldn’t hear anything; he could only hear his and Bo Yu’s intertwined, tangled breathing.

The photographer was probably admiring his own work and didn’t speak up to disturb the two of them again.

But the staff from the I Will Accompany You to the End production crew were still recording, not stopping for a single second, and Editor-in-Chief Cheng didn’t voice any objections to stop them.

Yet, beneath any kind of camera lens, all their physiological reactions were completely unable to be hidden.

Gu Qichi froze, not daring to move, silently cursing himself for dropping a rock on his own foot.

After a long while, the young man raised his hand and loosely covered Bo Yu’s eyes.

“Clear the set,” Gu Qichi said, his throat tingling, his tone calm and restrained.

It was truly too far over the line.

It wasn’t just Bo Yu; his own body had reacted as well.