ABBWW Chapter 11: Young Master (11)

Du Yi and Li Zhuoyun stared at each other.

After a while, Du Yi said expressionlessly: "I really don't want to believe it."

"But I feel like I have to."

Li Zhuoyun: "..."

"Trust your intuition," Li Zhuoyun said dryly. "A man's intuition is also very reliable."

"..." Du Yi rubbed his face and looked back. He couldn't see the two ancestors anymore. He could only sigh and say, "Let's go."

Li Zhuoyun followed him silently.

At this time, Shi Jingge and Wen Xusheng had returned to Wen Xusheng's lounge.

Wen Xusheng had a big position. Even though he was only a guest for a few days, the crew still prepared a luxurious lounge for him.

Wen Xusheng had prepared some casual clothes in the lounge. Now these casual clothes were laid out in front of Shi Jingge.

"Which one do you like? Try it on."

As he spoke, Wen Xusheng reached out to help Shi Jingge take off his coat.

Shi Jingge jumped away and pulled his collar, looking at Wen Xusheng in shock.

Wen Xusheng was amused in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. His tone was still puzzled. "Don't you think your clothes are sticky and uncomfortable?"

The young master was stunned and shook his head vigorously. His cheeks turned red again.

"Yes--yes."

His voice was a bit vague. When it reached Wen Xusheng's ears, he felt that this voice was unexpectedly soft.

Wen Xusheng shrugged. "Since you don't need my help, you can take it off yourself."

"Did you get hurt just now? Do you need to apply medicine? I also prepared a medicine box here."

Wen Xusheng said very kindly. The young master felt guilty and lowered his head.

He looked like a little cat who had done something wrong, drooping his tail and hanging his head.

What bad intentions could a little cat have?

Little cats are cute.

And the young master was cuter than a little cat.

Wen Xusheng found the medicine box and turned around. He saw the young master standing behind him with his head down.

Faintly, he could smell the lemon scent from the young master's hair.

Wen Xusheng's heart trembled and his heartbeat quickened.

He pinched his fingertips and kept calm. "What's wrong?"

Everything seemed to slow down.

The young master bit his lower lip. Wen Xusheng couldn't see it, but he could see the young master's ears hidden in his hair.

Red and soft, hidden in the black and shiny hair, like a treasure.

Wen Xusheng's eyes gradually darkened.

In a trance, he could almost hear his own heartbeat.

Steady and strong.

Different from usual because of the young master in front of him.

"That..."

The young master looked up and met Wen Xusheng's eyes. He was speechless and didn't know what to say.

He involuntarily reached out his hand and rubbed his nose hard.

Because he rubbed too hard, his nose turned red quickly. With his red cheeks and wandering eyes, he looked pitiful.

Pitiful and cute.

Wen Xusheng suddenly reached out and grabbed Shi Jingge’s wrist.

Shi Jingge stiffened and seemed to want to shake off Wen Xusheng's hand, but he seemed to remember something in an instant and restrained his instinct.

The other free hand involuntarily grabbed his own hem.

Was he shy?

Wen Xusheng saw Shi Jingge's movements and smiled slightly with his eyes.

"Why are you rubbing so hard?"

Wen Xusheng's tone was light, with a hint of disapproval. Besides that, he couldn't hear anything wrong.

The young master hung his head and didn't speak.

His ears were even redder.

"You didn't take off your clothes, but you went to ruin your nose."

"What, do you want to break it and make a porcelain bump?"

T/N: This could imply that Wen Xusheng thinks that Shi Jingge's nose is so perfect and delicate that it resembles porcelain, and that breaking it would ruin its beauty.

Wen Xusheng joked.

"I would never do such a despicable thing!"

The young master raised his head abruptly, with a bit of anger. But when he met Wen Xusheng's face, he immediately lowered his head again.

Wen Xusheng smiled deeper and deliberately said with a bit of guilt: "Sorry, I seem to have said the wrong thing."

The young master bit his lip and was at a loss. After a while, he raised his arm and whispered quickly: "Then you help me take off my clothes. I'll forgive you."

He didn't know why, but the young master always felt that this sentence was strange.

His face burned even redder.

His eyes were brighter.

They were full of Wen Xusheng's reflections.

As if he could only see Wen Xusheng.

Wen Xusheng’s breathing suddenly became rapid. He took a deep breath. “Okay.”

The young master wanted to say something, but when he heard Wen Xusheng say that, he quickly shut his mouth.

Then he realized that his arm was still in Wen Xusheng's hand.

The young master stiffened.

Wen Xusheng raised his eyebrows and pulled the young master towards him. The young master didn't react and bumped into Wen Xusheng's arms.

Wen Xusheng: !!!

Shi Jingge: !!!

Wen Xusheng didn't expect this either. He was stunned.

There was a fragrance on the young master's body, lingering in his nose, making him dizzy and even a little floating.

He hated this feeling of losing control, but this time, he just wanted to indulge in it.

The young master ran out of Wen Xusheng's arms in a panic.

Wen Xusheng's thoughts drifted far away, but he heard himself say in a low voice: "Sorry."

"I just wanted you to come closer to me, so I could help you change your clothes."

"Mm...mm..."

The young master stuttered and nodded, feeling a bit regretful.

"It was my fault."

"It seems...I stained your clothes...?"

The young master paused and his voice suddenly rose. "I'll pay you back!"

"It's just a piece of clothing."

"I can afford it!"

His cute and clumsy appearance, mixed with the sweet air, seemed to evoke Wen Xusheng's deepest and never-shown desire in his heart.

Something seemed different.

As if in the whole world, there were only the two of them.

Wen Xusheng smiled softly and was about to say something when the door of the lounge was pushed open–

The ambiguous atmosphere in the room was broken.

At this time, Wen Xusheng and Shi Jingge had already separated by a few steps. Du Yi didn't see anything wrong. He just said loudly: "The young master hasn't changed his clothes yet?"

Wen Xusheng glanced at Du Yi lightly. Du Yi felt a sudden tightness in his heart.

Du Yi: "?"

What did he do wrong?

Why did he intimidate him with that look QAQ!!

The young master took off his coat directly. He was so fast.

Then he hugged a coat of the same color and said loudly: "I'll reluctantly try this one--"

But in Wen Xusheng's eyes, there were only the young master's red ears.

"Good."

He chuckled, as if there was some indulgence in it.

The young master obediently put on his coat. It was one of Wen Xusheng's favorite ones and he wore it often.

It was just a bit big for the young master. He wore it like a long coat.

The young master buttoned up his coat and looked up at Wen Xusheng. His eyes were full of excitement, as if he was asking for praise.

He looked really good.

His obedient and clever appearance was like an innocent little prince.

Wen Xusheng swallowed and said softly: "You look good."

The young master was proud. "I'm handsome. How can I not look good in anything?"

Wen Xusheng gave him a thumbs up. "Of course."

Wen Xusheng didn’t dare to look any more. He turned around and folded the young master’s coat.

"I'll put your coat in your backpack."

Du Yi: "?"

When did his Brother Wen, who never touched anything, become so considerate?

He even folded the coat and put it in the backpack?

Who would believe it? Who would believe it!

But the next second, the young master jumped up.

"No!"

"I don't want this coat anymore! Don't dirty my bag!!"

The young master rushed over to grab the bag.

Wen Xusheng had already opened the bag. The young master came over to grab it. He subconsciously pulled it.

But soon, Wen Xusheng reacted and let go of the bag.

But the young master didn't react!

The young master had used too much force. Wen Xusheng let go and the young master staggered for a few steps. The things in the backpack also flew out!

Wen Xusheng quickly held the young master. The young master looked down and wanted to pick up those things. He was pressed down by Wen Xusheng.

"I'll pick them up. You see if you're hurt."

"I'll do it myself!" The young master said anxiously. But he accidentally stepped on a fan that fell down and almost slipped.

"Don't be stubborn." Wen Xusheng frowned, looking a bit serious.

The young master couldn't say anything. When he reacted, Wen Xusheng had already picked up a few fans from the ground.

The young master covered his face with his hand, as if he couldn't face anyone. He ran behind Du Yi.

Du Yi: "?"

When the fans fell to the ground, some of them were opened. And among the fans that Wen Xusheng picked up, there was one that Shi Jingge wrote his name on.

When Wen Xusheng picked it up, he saw his name and was slightly stunned. He opened the other fans in his hand.

He found another fan with his name on it.

The words on it were crooked, but he could feel the owner’s seriousness.

It was just that the handwriting was not good enough.

Wen Xusheng couldn't help but laugh.

...This was a support item for him?

Wen Xusheng turned his head and looked at Shi Jingge.

Shi Jingge was peeking at him from behind Du Yi. When he saw Wen Xusheng looking over, he immediately hid behind Du Yi.

Wen Xusheng couldn't help but laugh.

Was he really shy?

Du Yi: "?"

What was going on??

They were in the same room. Why did he feel like he didn't fit in?

"For me?" Wen Xusheng shook the fan in his hand. "Thank you."

He didn't expect the young master to know about support items.

No, no, no. He should have known after he got on the car, right? Maybe he was taught by other fans?

If the young master knew about support items, he wouldn't have made them so simple.

Looking at the young master's shameful appearance, he must be dissatisfied with these support items.

Besides, this blue color was not his support color. If the young master really knew what support items were, he would never prepare this color.

But--

Wen Xusheng smiled softly.

--Why did he think that this was the cutest support item he had ever received?

The young master pulled his hem hard and said stubbornly: "It's not...not specially prepared for you!"

"It's for my friend. I came to visit her today."

"I knew you were here, so I made a few for you. I was afraid you wouldn't receive anything today and it would be too embarrassing."

"It's not, it's not special--"

Oh?

Wen Xusheng raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when he heard a surprised female voice.

"Do you have mine?"

Good brother, she finally has a chance to appear!

She finally did not have to be a backdrop!

Li Zhuoyun wept with joy. She finally had a chance to speak. She had to greet the young master before she could retreat.

Shi Jingge looked over subconsciously and blurted out: "What are you doing here?"

Li Zhuoyun: "..."

I know you never noticed me, but please don't say it!

Li Zhuoyun looked a bit resentful and sighed: "I've been here all along."

Shi Jingge coughed lightly and felt a bit embarrassed.

Wen Xusheng said naturally: "Is it for Miss Li?"

He didn't know why, but Li Zhuoyun always felt that Wen Xusheng's expression was a bit cold.

"Shall I help you give the support items to Miss Li?"

Wen Xusheng suggested.

This time, the young master couldn't stand it anymore.

He ran out from behind Du Yi and grabbed the backpack. "I'll find it myself!"

Then Shi Jingge took out those unused ones from inside and stuffed them to Li Zhuoyun.

Li Zhuoyun opened them and wanted to see, but was caught by Shi Jingge.

"Surprise."

Shi Jingge squeezed out a few words. "You can look at it when you get home."

Li Zhuoyun: "...Okay."

Li Zhuoyun was a bit amused and annoyed.

So she was just a tool?

She was the strongest tool today. Du Yi had to step aside!

The young master did it too obviously. How could Wen Xusheng not see it?

In addition to the fans he picked up from the ground, there were several that were blank. He knew that these were extra blank support items that the young master got from other fans. He wrote a few himself, but he probably thought they were too ugly and didn't want to admit it.

He really is a good-faced little kitty.

Wen Xusheng didn't expose him, only asked: "Are you hungry?"

The young master nodded obediently.

"Xiao Li said there is a lamb chop place that is very delicious, shall we go and try it?"

The young master's eyes lit up.

Li Zhuoyun, who was next to him, had a flash of realization in her eyes. No wonder she felt that Wen Xusheng's words just now were a bit cold.

Wen Xusheng just called her not Xiao Li, but Miss Li!

...So why would there be such a change in address?

"Or, let's not eat lamb chops."

Before leaving the lounge, the young master suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" Wen Xusheng looked up at him, puzzled.

The young master muttered something, Wen Xusheng didn't hear clearly, he only heard the young master say quickly: "...I don't like lamb chops anymore!"

How could he not like them?

He just heard about lamb chops and his eyes lit up.

...Is it because of him?

Wen Xusheng's eyes flickered, pretending to be distressed and said: "I've fallen in love with lamb chops."

The young master's spirit instantly perked up, then coughed and walked out swaggeringly, "I suddenly like lamb chops again."

Wen Xusheng paused his steps, he looked at the young master's back, his eyes full of smiles.

In his heart, it seemed that something was taking root and sprouting, growing stronger bit by bit.

Several people went out side by side.

Wen Xusheng sighed lightly, "I'm also past my prime."

"There are no fans coming to visit."

Du Yi: "?"

Li Zhuoyun: "?"

Wen Xusheng directly ignored these two people, and said in a flat tone: "It's normal."

"The entertainment industry changes so fast."

The young master secretly glanced at him, and happened to see a flash of loneliness on his face.

This--this--

If this young master could sit still, how could he still be a fan!

The young master found the last fan with Wen Xusheng's name written on it from his backpack, which was also the best-looking one he wrote.

He also tried to draw some decorations on the fan, but he really didn't have that skill, so he only drew some suns, moons, little red flowers and the like, the kind that kindergarten kids can draw.

He actually didn't want to take it out, feeling embarrassed.

But...

...How can he bear to see his idol so lonely!!

The young master quietly took out that fan and quietly stuffed it into Wen Xusheng's hand.

"Reward, reward you--"

As he said, the young master strode forward, looking like he was going to smash the place.

Wen Xusheng looked at him steadily, then opened the fan in his hand and smiled softly.

His eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness.

How can he...be so easy to fool?

That day, Wen Xusheng was very relaxed and happy.

Maybe it was because he had the young master with him, he had a great appetite and ate a full bowl of rice, making Du Yi almost cry.

Later, when he sent the young master away, the young master's face was red.

"I bought the clothes!"

"I'll transfer the money to you later!"

He threw down these two sentences and ran away. Wen Xusheng watched his back, as if he wanted to remember this scene forever in his heart.

That night, Wen Xusheng had a dream.

He had had this dream many times.

He couldn't see the face of the person in his dream, only those eyes.

Bright, clear, pure, firmly attracting his gaze.

And then, when he was vaguely conscious, those eyes suddenly had an owner.

It was the young master.

The young master was smiling, brilliant, bright, and full of vitality.

In those eyes, his reflection gradually appeared.

Then he heard the young master laugh and shout: "--Star!"

Wen Xusheng woke up.

He looked up at the ceiling and looked at it for a long time. His mind seemed to be still filled with the young master's voice and appearance.

He couldn't help but smile.

But soon, he was puzzled in his eyes.

...What does star mean?

Although he knew very clearly that it was impossible.

But inexplicably, there was a feeling of being replaced.

Wen Xusheng raised his eyebrows and picked up his phone. He saw the money that the young master had transferred to him and simply clicked to return it.

At this point, the young master hadn't woken up yet.

When the young master woke up, he would come to him, right?

He had sent the reason to the young master. The young master would definitely come to him, right?

...I wonder if the young master would care about him?

...For example, why hasn't he slept yet?

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