One week passed in the blink of an eye.

“Everyone, today’s task is to split into three groups and complete the tasks you draw. The first task is to accompany the children in the village to play for the entire morning, until afternoon mealtime.”

“The second task is to go to town with the village chief to purchase ingredients for the coming week.”

“The third task is to prepare materials for tonight’s bonfire party and build a small hut together with the villagers.”

“Each wooden stick corresponds to a task. Guests who draw the same task will be in one group. Everyone, start drawing.”

After finishing, the host placed six wooden sticks in front of them.

Sang Yu glanced at the wooden stick in Lu Mingxu’s hand and quietly let out a breath.

“Brother Lu, we’re together.”

Lu Mingxu calmly nodded at her, then glanced at Duan Mufeng, who was once again trying to eat tofu, and lightly frowned.

Jiang Keyan looped her arm around Jiang Wanrou’s. “Aunt Jiang! We get to go to town and have fun!”

The three groups split up on their own.

Wen Yanyu and Duan Mufeng were left behind in the courtyard and were told to wait there for someone to come get them.

In the gap of boredom.

After staying here for nearly a week, his body had barely adapted to the environment.

Wen Yanyu opened a carton of yogurt and lowered his head to flip through his phone’s photo album.

Seeing the various handsome selfies of a little dog on the screen, he couldn’t help laughing softly.

Stupid dog, narcissistic every single day.

Duan Mufeng sat down naturally and leaned his head over, teasing in a spoiled tone. “What are you looking at?”

Hot breath lightly brushed past his ear.

Wen Yanyu moved the yogurt a bit to the side.

“Don’t hide, let me see too.” Duan Mufeng rested one hand on his shoulder, applied a bit of force, and naturally pulled him closer into his arms.

A bunch of photos on the phone caught his eyes.

After seeing what they were, Duan Mufeng raised his brows slightly. “Meteor border collie?”

“So pretty. Is this one you raised? If I get the chance, can I go see it?”

As he spoke, his palm seemed to casually rub lightly against the boy’s waist twice.

The place he touched was right over the injury. After a whole night of pain in his waist and abdomen, it had already gone numb, leaving only the unending pain he was long used to.

Wen Yanyu didn’t notice the man’s small movement at all, only thinking it was the wind stirring his clothes.

He reached out and tilted the screen a little more toward the man so he could look at the puppy in the album too.

Wen Yanyu took a sip of yogurt and shook his head. “It’s not with me anymore.”

“It’s very well-behaved. Very cute.”

If it weren’t for this guy always being with him, he might have gone mad long ago in the cycle of reincarnation.

Wen Yanyu lowered his eyes, a bitter look spreading through them.

Knowing he would miss it, and still leaving him a pile of photos.

Bad dog.

Saying goodbye, when in fact they would never meet again.

“I see.” Duan Mufeng thought for a moment, then teased. “Then after the program ends, I’ll get you one just like it. How about we raise it together?”

The moment the words fell, Wen Yanyu rejected him without hesitation.

“I only like it. I don’t like dogs.”

The yogurt in the cup had already been finished. Wen Yanyu opened his mouth and released the straw. Yogurt spilled along the corner of his lips. His black hair was tied up, his fair nape completely exposed in front of him.

Faint peach scent mixed with warm body fragrance drilled into his nose. Duan Mufeng’s gaze darkened slightly, and he unconsciously leaned closer.

Hot breath landed against the side of his face, unbearably numbing.

Suddenly sensing something was off, Wen Yanyu raised his head and sharply shrank back, his face full of wariness as he wiped away the remaining yogurt at the corner of his mouth. “What are you doing?”

Duan Mufeng froze, looking surprised. “What did I do?”

Seeing that the man’s expression was normal, Wen Yanyu paused, his brows unconsciously knitting slightly as he spoke in a low voice. “You’re too close. It feels weird.”

Duan Mufeng put on a look of sudden realization and moved to the side, scratching his head. “Sorry, sorry. I stayed abroad for a long time. Friends all interact like this. I thought we could count as friends already. Did that make you uncomfortable? Sorry, sorry.”

The man immediately sat farther away, apologizing with an earnest expression.

Thinking of how the other party had taken care of him this past week, Wen Yanyu’s gaze went blank for a moment. He lowered his head and rubbed the yogurt cup in his hands before saying, “Mm... no, it’s fine. I overreacted. Y-yeah, sorry.”

“I’m not very used to being that close. Let’s keep a bit more distance between us, okay? Sorry.”

Only then did he relax again.

Duan Mufeng stared into the boy’s eyes, propping his chin with one hand, and suddenly let out a short laugh. “No need to apologize. It’s my fault.”

The carefree smile revealed no real emotion at all as he sighed.

“Really cute.”

Thinking the other person was talking about his own system, Wen Yanyu flipped to the next photo, unable to suppress his longing. “I think so too.”

An itch rose in his heart. Duan Mufeng naturally leaned closer to the boy, turbulent desire churning unmistakably in the depths of his eyes.

Easy-to-fool, fragrant little bunny.

He was already impatient, wanting to coax the other into bed and taste him.

The viewers watching in the livestream room: “...”

[Radish Duan, you...]

[Wen Yanyu, you...]

[Baby, can you stop being this dense, okay? Former mom fans already want to reach in and smack someone.]

[This one is truly a yellow-haired bastard.]

[He’s acting, right? He used to pester Fu Hanchuan in public and forcefully cling to him. After being rejected, he even said in interviews that he’d only love Fu Hanchuan for the rest of his life, and if he couldn’t be with him he’d go die. And now he’s acting innocent toward Duan Mufeng’s advances. I seriously suspect he’s just trying to go the black-and-red route.[[2ygcqj]]]

[Exactly. If he were straight you could still explain it. He’s clearly gay, already got his waist touched, and still acts like he doesn’t know anything. Disgusting.]

[Duan Mufeng may be a playboy, but he doesn’t pretend. Brother Duan, eat something better. You can’t go sincere with this kind of person.]

[I’m dead laughing. Brother Duan is just teasing him a bit because he looks decent. Don’t really think you’re some kind of catch.]