34.

I feel that.
The embarrassment of being caught by your parents while watching porn cannot be compared to what I’m feeling right now.
No.
The embarrassment of being caught by your parents while watching super hardcore human-animal tentacle porn cannot be compared to what I’m feeling right now.

35.

With lightning speed, I locked the screen and flipped my phone over, holding it firmly as I smiled at Gu Yiliang, "Ah, hello."
"..." Gu Yiliang glanced at my phone, paused for a moment, then greeted me back.
I calmly tried to fill the uncomfortable silence, "We have quite a few scenes together, maybe we could practice together sometime."
"Mm," he nodded, "I just joined the team, I came over to greet everyone."
The conversation seemed fine, but why did it feel like the word order was so awkward?
I nodded too, "Oh, haha, did you eat before coming?"
He hesitated, "Not yet."
I couldn’t continue the conversation, and the little person in my head was shaking with embarrassment.

36.  

In the end, it was Xiao Chen who saved me. He rushed in with two cups of milk tea, shouting, "You didn’t say what toppings you wanted, so I bought two cups. You can pick which one you want!"
When he turned and saw Gu Yiliang, he immediately straightened up and called him "Brother Gu," to which Gu Yiliang replied with a polite greeting.
Finally, I found a topic to talk about. I said, "We’re starting the shooting soon. You haven’t eaten yet, right? How about having some milk tea to fill up a bit?"
After saying that, I remembered a piece of writing I had seen earlier that mentioned Gu Yiliang didn’t like sweet things, so I added, "They're both lightly sweetened, not too sweet."
Gu Yiliang paused slightly, then nodded.
Ah, the saviour from awkwardness, Xiao Chen.
I gratefully took the two cups of milk tea from him and took a closer look.
One was just plain milk tea, while the other was stuffed with coconut jelly, pudding, tapioca pearls, aloe vera, and grass jelly, all crammed together, looking like a mishmash of ingredients.

37.  

This kid really was a genius.

38.  

Ah, the awkwardess arsonist, Xiao Chen.
I fought the urge to shudder with embarrassment, gritting my teeth as I said to Gu Yiliang, "Well, if you don't mind, we could open both cups and mix the toppings together...?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I almost felt my soul leave my body in embarrassment, hoping that Gu Yiliang would wave his hand and say, "No need," and quickly leave my resting room.
Immediately.

39.
"Sure," he said, walking over to sit next to me. "Do you have a knife?"
I froze, and Xiao Chen quickly answered, "Yes, yes, yes," and found a clean fruit knife to hand to him.
Gu Yiliang gently used the knife tip to cut around the seal of the milk tea cups, tore the plastic open, and then took a spoon from the plastic bag, asking, "What do you want to add?"
I snapped out of my trance and replied, "Just the grass jelly."
He scooped the grass jelly out and added it to my cup, then asked, "Do you want anything else?"
I waved my hand, "No, no, you're the one who hasn't eaten. You should eat more and replenish your blood sugar."
He hesitated, looking at the cup full of toppings in front of him, "There’s still so much here, should I add something else?"

40.  

I said, "Then, how about adding me on WeChat?"

41.  

I must have been overwhelmed by fan fiction.
Not just me and Gu Yiliang, even Xiao Chen was stunned. The three of us formed an awkward silent circle, all equally lost for words.

42.  

Xiao Chen probably couldn’t stand it anymore. He made up an excuse to go to the bathroom and hurriedly left.
So, only Gu Yiliang and I were left in the resting room, sitting face-to-face, unable to speak, both drowning in awkwardness.
Still, Gu Yiliang was good at handling these situations. He broke the silence and pulled out his phone, quickly opening the QR code screen. "I forgot to add you earlier, sorry."
I quickly responded, "No, no, it’s fine, really."
I took my phone.
Then I put my phone back down.
I tried to stay calm, offering a slight smile, "Well... how about I search for my WeChat ID on your phone?"
He probably remembered the scene when he first entered, and his hand froze slightly, but then, without showing it, he handed me his phone.

43.

Alright, the WeChat connection was made.
Let’s just consider it as contributing to the great cause of the Niangzi Army!
I nervously bit the tip of the straw, watching Gu Yiliang leisurely sip from his cup of heavily topped milk tea.
The air was completely silent, and the awkwardness was louder than a thousand words.
But Gu Yiliang was still the one who knew how to handle these situations. He turned his head to glance at me and politely complimented, "This look suits you, the greyish-blue color really flatters you."
Here it comes, the time for mutual flattery! I looked at him in his brick-red outfit and blurted, "You look good too, it really matches me."

44.  

Heaven, I just wish I could transform into a lightning rod at this moment, so that all the lightning could strike me, helping me ascend right here on the spot.
Fire away! Fire away!

45.  

Gu Yiliang froze for a second before he couldn’t help but laugh.
It wasn’t one of those awkward chuckles to ease tension, nor was it a sarcastic sneer; it was just a simple, genuinely happy laugh.
For once, he was sitting so close to me, and I could properly bask in the glory of his stunning face.
Honestly, it wasn’t just like the creator had served him a full feast; I felt like Nüwa herself had lent a hand, probably asking Michelangelo to assist when moulding him, because just looking at his face could inspire an essay on aesthetics and art appreciation.

(NT: Nüwa is the goddess who created humans and represents female power.)

46.  

Just kidding, my writing skills aren’t that great to write such an essay.
But seriously, he was too good-looking, wasn’t he? His smile alone could probably enchant someone.

47.  

But didn’t he laugh a little too long? Was it really that funny?
I watched as he laughed and laughed, like a golden wheat stalk bent by the wind, like branches sagging with ripe fruit, like a hearty farmer bending over in laughter.
You see, I’ve already recited a nursery rhyme in my head, and he’s still laughing.
I couldn’t help but nudge him, "What’s going on with you?"
He finally stopped laughing, but there was still a trace of amusement in his voice as he said, "I never realized you were this funny."
This is a question I can answer easily, so I immediately replied, "Maybe because you don’t have a pair of eyes that can discover beauty?"
He: "..."

48.  

Just before he could start laughing again, I quickly covered his mouth with my hand.
His warm breath brushed against my fingers, and with a slight furrow of his brows, he relaxed, blinking innocently at me.
We were about to start filming, but before I could let go of my hand and stand up, Xiao Chen rushed in through the door, shouting, "We’re ready, we’re ready—"

49.  

Xiao Chen looked at me, then at Gu Yiliang, then at my hand covering Gu Yiliang’s face. His face went pale, and he quickly slammed the door shut. He took a few steps forward, looked at me seriously, and earnestly said, "Brother Wei, this is a society governed by the rule of law. Killing people is illegal!"

50.  

I don’t think this "Lan Jue" is going to continue filming.

51.  

I shakily withdrew my hand, holding my forehead as I caught a glimpse of Gu Yiliang’s expression, which looked like he wanted to say something but stopped. I nervously waved my hand, signalling him not to speak. Right now, I was vulnerable, weak, and helpless—unable to withstand any wind or rain, let alone even the slightest of provocations.
Clearly, Gu Yiliang misunderstood the meaning of my gesture. He smiled knowingly, "I’m not angry."
I said, "No..."
"Just," he glanced at Xiao Chen in confusion before turning his gaze back to me, "Why did you let him call you ‘Wei Ge’?" ( NT :Wěi gē (伟哥) means Viagra in Chinese, its sound is similar to Wèi gē (卫哥), meaning brother Wei or Wei ge)

52.  

I’m so done.

53.  

Okay.
Please, someone bring me my Zhangba spear (NT: legendary weapon from mythology), my Zhuge crossbow (NT: projectile weapon capable of firing multiple arrows in succession), and my golden sword with a tiger's head.
If it's too heavy, a bottle of Hanxiao Banbudian will also do.
(NT: Hanxiao Banbudian (含笑半步癫) literally translates to 'Laughing half-mad in a half-step'. It is used to describe an uncontrollable state of laughter. Here, it suggests that Wei Yanzi would prefer something that makes him laugh or helps him forget his problems.)

 

Translator : DarNan