Fuck me?
Yuan Ye didnât even try to look away. He maintained eye contact with Fang Shaoyi, completely fearless. He opened his mouth and said, âThen fuck me.â
With their identities now, their words were simply attempts at provoking the other. Yuan Ye leaned back and fell straight into the pile of blankets with a thud. He laid there, flat, and looked at Fang Shaoyi. A hint of a smile was still painted on his face. He reached a hand out and unzipped the zipper of his jacket, lifting the t-shirt inside enough to reveal his solid abs. With his hand still holding his shirt up, he said, âCome fuck me.â
Fang Shaoyiâs eyes were dark. Yuan Ye was challenging him. Fang Shaoyi didnât step down from the challenge. He burrowed inside the blankets. He did this extremely quickly, actions carrying a sense of determination. But while he was fast, Yuan Ye was faster; he was determined, but Yuan Ye even more so. Yuan Ye rested his fingertips by the waistband of his pants and lifted his waist up, making to remove his pants. This set of motions didnât even take a second. They were in the wilderness, so were obviously only wearing sweatpants. There wasnât even a belt. As long as he tugged down, he could take off his pants instantly.
Fang Shaoyi froze. Yuan Ye stopped moving too. He stilled, gently lowering his thumbs slightly. The extremely sexy section of skin below the belly button became revealed. The eyes locked onto Fang Shaoyiâs were full of provocation. He glanced slyly at the other and asked, âAre you coming or not?â
Fang Shaoyi didnât answer. Yuan Ye made his voice lower, then purposefully panted a few times. He attempted to lower his fingertips some more, squeezing out some seductive moans from his throat.
Fang Shaoyi turned aside and cussed with furrowed brows. He grabbed Yuan Yeâs hand before lifting the other corner of the blanket and wrapping Yuan Ye up. He tugged forcefully, rolling him so he was now facing the other side. With a lowered voice, he said, âQuit acting crazy. Hurry and sleep.â
Yuan Ye was facing the tent. He started laughing. Only half his head was outside of the blanket roll. His body started shaking to the rhythm of his laughs. Fang Shaoyi zipped up the tent from inside, then laid down beside him.
Yuan Ye had acted coquettish for a while, causing himself to sweat. With his back to Fang Shaoyi, the smile on his face slowly disappeared. He opened his eyes and gazed at the tent before him. Every cell in his body was extremely excited. They could feel even the slightest shifts of movement coming from the body only a blanket away from him. Whenever Fang Shaoyi moved somewhat noticeably, he would get goosebumps. A while later, he finally couldnât breathe in the stuffy blanket roll anymore. He tugged it apart and swung an arm and half the blanket over Fang Shaoyi.
Like this, the two of them slept.
It wasnât very awkward, nor were they sleepless. Nothing felt off. They even felt quite comfortable. They were too familiar with each other: they had slept together for over a decade. Lying down next to this person was as natural as sleeping on a pillow or covering oneself with a blanket. Separating for more than a year was quite long, but was irrelevant compared to the amount of time they had spent together.
When Yuan Ye opened his eyes in the morning and immediately saw Fang Shaoyi, he froze for a moment. It took him some time to clear his mind. Fang Shaoyi wasnât awake yet; his face was to Yuan Ye as he peacefully slept.
The sun wasnât completely up yet outside. Right now, it was quite cold on the mountain. Yuan Ye actually needed to pee, but he didnât really want to move. He laid flat on his back and looked up through the clear patch on the top of the tent at the sky outside. He saw a gray little square.
He had once written something in one of his books. For some reason, it suddenly popped into his head right now:
Playing in water wasnât tiring. All they needed to do was play some dumb games by the ocean. Only one person was needed per family. Yuan Ye found a spot and hung up a hammock. Everyone else played games for filming. Yuan Ye sprawled out off to the side, reading a book. The treesâ shadows could basically cover him completely. Such leisure time made him feel a bit sleepy.
The little director said, âTeacher Yuan, you look a bit too comfortable.â
Yuan Ye glanced at her. âYou want to try it?â
The little director hurriedly waved her hands. âNo thanks. You can keep laying there.â
Yuan Ye smiled and closed his eyes again. âI was just asking, donât take me so seriously. Even if you wanted to lie down I wouldnât let you. This is my noble consort chaise lounge. Would I let any random person lay on it?â
âTeacher Yuan, youâre too funny.â The little director couldnât stop laughing because of him.
Yuan Ye told her, âWhen youâre editing the episode, use rainbow colored words to write âNoble Consort Yuanâ by my face. Actually, no. How about âConsort Yeâ? Sounds pretty wild. Suits me.â
The little director burst into laughter again. She asked, âAre you reading Teacher Fengâs book? I bought it but havenât started reading it yet.â
Thus, Yuan Ye waved the book at the camera. He purposefully said, âAh, then give it a closeup. Take a look everyone. This book was newly released by Feng Leizi â itâs the one with his own picture as the cover. Nobody read it.â
He casually flipped through the book in front of the cameras, muttering, âI said I donât want it, that I donât have time to read it. I could already guess the plot for whatever he wrote without reading it. But Feng Leizi was adamant about mailing me a copy. I took a look and lo and behold, I wasnât wrong at all. Still his usual sour clichés. I heard that itâs number one in sales?â
Yuan Ye asked the little director, âIs it?â
The little director shook her head while laughing. She answered, âI really have no idea.â
âHe beat me?â Yuan Ye cocked an eyebrow. He said straight into the camera, âAre any of Yuan Yeâs fans watching the show? Fans, donât buy this book. Just say Uncle Ye said this book isnât good.â
After saying this, he laid there and laughed for a long time. Then, he started complaining about Feng Leizi again. The cameraman filmed everything.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yuan Ye actually just wanted to borrow this platform as a way to help his friend promote his new book. Feng Leizi and him had been friends for too many years. The two of them had met in school. They were quite familiar with one another and had a solid relationship. Everyone else also knew how well they got along, so Yuan Ye dared to casually joke about him like this.
The groups with girls all allowed the girls to sit out and rest. In the group with the two boys, Chi Xing and Cheng Xun took turns playing. Only Yuan Ye stayed in place, making no indication that he was planning to join in.
Later on, the little director asked him, âTeacher Yuan, arenât you going to at least participate?â
âParticipate?â Yuan Ye replied, âNo need. Arenât they running in the water? Two of me donât even amount to one of Teacher Fang. Teacher Fang normally runs 10,000 meters just for fun. Did you forget that Iâm the noble consort?â
A while later, they started switching people in the game again. All the other groups switched participants. Chi Xing asked Fang Shaoyi, âGe, arenât you tired? Should we have Ye ge take your place?â
Fang Shaoyi turned around to look in Yuan Yeâs direction. He shook his head and laughed. âNo need. He spent all of yesterday wandering around the mountain and climbing up trees. Heâs tired now. Let him rest.â
After two days of filming, Yuan Ye had somewhat found the rhythm too. He no longer had nothing to say. Even though he wasnât participating in the games, he knew that he had to talk. This way, the cameras would have something to film. Since he signed the contract and was getting paid to film this show, he needed to provide them the content they wanted. With nothing to film or edit, the production team wouldâve spent all that money for nothing.
Today was the last day of filming in this location. Everyone would need to pack up to head home tomorrow morning. At night, they were required to split up and film individual interviews. These days, each groupâs PD had compiled a list of questions they wanted to ask regarding filming. After, these interview clips would be edited into the middle of the episode. This was especially important because it was their first episode. Originally, they were supposed to have completed an interview before filming, but because of poor planning, all their interviews got moved to now.
They each filmed alone. Yuan Ye went first. Fang Shaoyi was after him. The production team found a room and set up a background panel in the back. The interviews took place here.
The little director started, âTeacher Yuan, youâve never really appeared in the public eye. Youâre too lowkey and have always been quite mysterious, even after marriage.â
Yuan Ye cocked an eyebrow and looked at her. âAm I mysterious? Not really. Look at all the books Iâve written already. I also attend many promotional events. I shouldnât be that mysterious.â
The little director said, âYou know Iâm talking about things in relation to Teacher Fang. Things in the entertainment industry.â
Yuan Ye made a noise of acknowledgment and nodded. âThatâs true. Iâm not part of the entertainment industry. Iâm just a normal person.â
The little director questionned, âYou and Teacher Fang got married very early on. Back then, what were your thoughts? To make such a decision?â
Yuan Ye smiled and rubbed his forehead. âI didnât have any thoughts. At the time, I did whatever I wanted to. I wanted to get married, so I did. I didnât think about anything else.â
The interview was pretty simple. The questions were all trivial. Yuan Ye cooperatively answered them. As they chatted, he thought in his heart, I really am getting old, accepting interviews like these. In the past, would he let anyone ask him such revealing questions? It wouldâve been impossible for him to cooperate. Yuan Ye hated being interrogated like this by people unrelated to him. Why do you care what Iâm thinking? Is it any of your business? Who are you?
Now, though he still wasnât quite fond of it, he was no longer as resistant as before. That dangerous air of being unafraid of anything had also slowly dissipated with his age.
After asking all the required questions, the little director then added an impromptu one. She smiled and blinked curiously, âWe all know that you and Teacher Fang have been in love for many years and that youâve always had a good relationship. I want to secretly ask you, between you and Teacher Fang, who pursued the other first?â
Yuan Ye didnât refuse to answer this sudden question. Peopleâs gazes were always gentle when they reminisced the past. This held true even for Yuan Ye. The corners of his lips curled up. Very honestly, he said, âI pursued him first. Even in the past, Teacher Fang already had an extremely dazzling presence. It would surprise nobody that someone would fall for him, right?â
The little director agreed. âYes, Teacher Fang became famous at a very young age.â
Yuan Ye had originally been prepared to end the interview and stand up, but this last sentence caused him to pause. Then, he lowered his head and stared straight into the camera to say, âWhether or not heâs dazzling is unrelated to whether or not heâs famous. Even if he didnât become famous, he would still be Fang Shaoyi. Even after he won film emperor, heâs also still Fang Shaoyi. Fang Shaoyi has always been exemplar. This has nothing to do with his celebrity status or family background.â
Yuan Yeâs touchy temper was well known. He was blunt when he spoke too. The production team had prepared for it in advance. During this round of filming, Yuan Ye had been quite easygoing. This was the first time he was expressing any bit of negative emotion. The little directorâs response had been somewhat on purpose. The hidden aim of that sentence had been to bring up Fang Shaoyiâs second generation celebrity identity in a roundabout way. Everybody knew that Fang Shaoyi had become famous at a young age because of his dad.
Yuan Ye didnât like their traps. He knew it was on purpose, but he still felt the need to respond. When he wanted to speak, he couldnât hold himself back. After saying this, he asked, âWeâre done, right? Nothing else you want to ask?â
The little director nodded. âYes. There are no more questions, Teacher Yuan.â
Yuan Ye made a noise of acknowledgment before standing up, pushing the door open, and leaving.
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