Xu Qingming’s punch hit cotton, and his embarrassed expression could not be maintained.
The camera faithfully recorded this scene, making the little assistant tremble with fear.
“Director Wang, should we delete this part?”
If it were released, it would visibly cause a storm of criticism.
“Delete what?” Director Wang said mysteriously, “What variety shows need most is this kind of conflict!”
His face still bore an expression of stirring up trouble and wishing it wasn’t big enough.
The little assistant spoke up. “… Then aren’t you afraid of being beaten up on the spot by Mr. Qi?”
Director Wang’s expression suddenly became profound. “…”
After a while, he said, “Then let’s delete it!”
Little assistant: “.”
As a result, this segment was not only not deleted.
The post-production team stirred up trouble and even edited in Director Wang’s conversation.
Fans reposted it, frantically mocking Director Wang for being a coward.
But that was a story for another time.
****
After Xu Qingming asked like this, the game of Truth or Dare came to an end.
As he was leaving, he came over pretentiously to apologize: “Mr. Xiao Xuan, I was just joking earlier, don’t take it to heart.”
By this time, Feng Xuan was already feeling a bit sleepy.
He had lived for thousands of years. If he took everything to heart, how could he manage? He almost immediately forgot and nodded seriously. “Don’t worry. I can’t even remember your name.”
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As a result, Xu Qingming: “!”
He stomped his foot in anger and ran away.
Feng Xuan just thought this person was really strange.
Turning his head, he saw Qi Zhuoyu laughing so hard he couldn’t straighten up beside him.
… Here was an even stranger one.
Had he done something again that made him find so funny?
He had never understood the big devil’s sense of humor, from thousands of years ago until now.
But soon, Qi Zhuoyu couldn’t laugh anymore.
Before going to bed, the production team suddenly announced that the person drawn to go to “Goodnight Island” tonight was Feng Xuan.
“Goodnight Island” was a new segment set up in “The One At My Home”.
There were four days in total, and each night one of the guests needed to rest on a small island on the sea, about seven or eight kilometers away from the shore.
On the small island, there was a rather exquisitely furnished small room.
It was where the guests would rest.
The purpose of this segment was to reflect the need for couples to have alone time.
Feng Xuan was a bit dazed when he was drawn.
Qi Zhuoyu’s face darkened. If it weren’t for being in a society governed by law, he really suspected the big devil would have been unable to resist crushing all the heads of the production team.
Qi Zhuoyu helped him pack his things.
He brought toiletries and bedding, as well as mosquito repellent and eye masks and such.
After all, cameras were watching 24 hours a day.
If he used magic, everyone on the internet would know.
Father God and Father Emperor would break his legs as a warning.
When sending Feng Xuan to board the boat, it was still Qi Zhuoyu who carried him up.
Because the filming conditions at the seaside were limited, everything was pitch black at night, with only the stars twinkling in the sky and the sound of waves lapping at the beach around them.
Although wearing shoes, one could still feel some reefs by their feet.
It felt like stepping down would easily cut the skin.
Qi Zhuoyu’s face darkened further. “Why are there stones in the sea?”
Feng Xuan: “Senior brother, I have no way to answer this question of yours.”
And looking at his appearance, he was about to empty the entire sea surface the next second.
The production team didn’t panic.
The newly appointed Dragon King watching the movements on the shore from the sea panicked first. “How can there be reefs at the seaside? Having reefs at the seaside is just fucking ridiculous!”
The most ridiculous thing was that their East Sea dragon family had lived peacefully for thousands of years, only hearing the name of the Demon Venerable in legends.
How come when it was his turn to take office, he fucking encountered Qi Zhuoyu!
The child was still young.
The child still wanted to live!
Then the reefs “whoosh” disappeared!
A staff member from the production team consoled. “Mr. Qi, it’s common to have broken stones on this side of the sea, let me see if I can pick them up… eh, what the hell? Where did the stones go??”
To create an effect of tense farewell,
The production staff member continued reluctantly. “I heard from the local fishermen that the wind and waves on the sea are quite strong at night. Will Mr. Xiao Xuan be alright?”
Qi Zhuoyu looked at him.
Such… such cold murderous intent.
The production staff member instantly slid to his knees. “The director told me to say it!”
Director Wang: It wasn’t me, I didn’t!
Even more terrified than Director Wang was the trusting Dragon King: I really didn’t, really didn’t!!
Why would there be waves on the sea surface?
Having waves on the sea surface is just fucking ridiculous!
So, the small boat sailed all the way to Goodnight Island.
Not only was it calm and windless, but all the small setbacks usually encountered when going out to sea were absent.
It shocked even the production staff.
Was this some kind of mysticism? Had the big star become unsatisfied with just bullying the entertainment industry, and now wanted to bully the ocean too?!
Feng Xuan arrived at Goodnight Island carrying his luggage.
Although it was summer, the island was far from the city, and the cold wind blew chillingly.
When sitting on the bed, Feng Xuan finally felt the emptiness around him.
The director’s voice came through the earpiece. “Mr. Xiao Xuan, interact with the camera a bit, like how do you feel coming to Goodnight Island alone?”
Feng Xuan paused. “I feel like I’ve been scammed.”
Director’s team: “??”
Feng Xuan was a bit angry. “Senior brother won so many games today, we could have stayed in a big house originally.”
Director’s team: “???”
Feng Xuan: “Now it’s become this small house, can’t even stretch out my hands and feet when sleeping on the bed, and the bed board is so hard.”
Director’s team: “!!!”
After saying this, Feng Xuan spoke again. “Never mind.”
He slowly lay down on the bed, mumbling. “It’s okay if it’s a bit hard.”
Listening carefully, you could hear Feng Xuan muttering. “Senior brother’s career is more important…”
Very light and soft.
Although he complained a bit, he didn’t really make things difficult for the production team. Those few mumbled complaints also seemed particularly delicate and genuine, especially when he was lying on the bed.
Actually, Feng Xuan wasn’t short when standing, at least about 1.77 meters tall, and with shoes on, rounding up he was almost 1.8 meters! (His own calculation method, sometimes Feng Xuan would even calculate his original form’s height, then he was over 3 meters.)
His figure was tall and slender,
Without an ounce of excess fat anywhere on his body, only his cheeks had some not fully receded baby fat, looking extremely pinchable.
But when lying down, perhaps due to the strange angle of the overhead camera.
It instead focused on his chubby cheeks, inexplicably making him look very childlike, as if you could instantly see what he looked like at fourteen or fifteen years old.
Just.
It was too damn cute.
Who wouldn’t want to be his mother on the spot?!
The production team backstage instantly felt a kind of heartache.
A huge pang of conscience as if they had abandoned their own child on a deserted island without care!
Feng Xuan’s anger came quickly and went quickly.
After feeling depressed for a while, he fell asleep lying there.
Before he knew it, it was late at night.
When he woke up again, someone was shaking him awake.
Feng Xuan was still groggy from sleep, but he could still judge who it was from the familiar rhythm.
Having learned from the previous social death experience, this time Feng Xuan was cautious with his words and actions.
He opened his eyes and took a long time to adjust to the environment. After realizing he was still recording the show, he finally spoke. “Senior brother, why are you here?”
Was it already daylight outside?
Feng Xuan looked at the window, it was pitch black, still in the middle of the night.
The phone showed it was 11:30 PM.
He had only slept for half an hour.
Qi Zhuoyu sat on the edge of the bed and answered in a low voice. “When I was packing your things earlier, I forgot to bring one essential item for you.”
Feng Xuan looked at the luggage, filtered through his mind, and answered honestly. “…Really?”
“Yes.” Qi Zhuoyu nodded.
“What?”
Qi Zhuoyu said righteously. “Me.”
Feng Xuan: “…”
The air was quiet for a second, then Feng Xuan laughed.
Qi Zhuoyu pinched his cheek. “What are you laughing at? Does Xiao Qi want to deny it?”
“Ouch, Senior brother, it hurts!” Feng Xuan covered his face, laughing while answering: “I don’t know what I’m denying!”
“Denying that your senior brother is an essential item for overnight. Am I not?” Qi Zhuoyu raised an eyebrow.
Wait.
How did the topic suddenly run in a restricted direction!
Feng Xuan quickly stopped it. “You came over at night, won’t the production team say anything?”
“What’s there to be afraid of.” Qi Zhuoyu said in a very cocky tone. “It’s so late, they’re all asleep, who would know.”
The production team backstage, who were completely awake and had seen this scene in the footage: “.”
Never mind.
This was the meaning of their staying up late!
People who stay up late have more CP sugar to eat!
Coming over in the middle of the night to keep him company also seemed very much in line with Qi Zhuoyu’s character.
After all, he was the type of night owl who would appear mysteriously at night.
Feng Xuan moved a bit inside the bed. “Then Senior brother sleeps on the outside.”
Qi Zhuoyu simply and roughly grabbed him, hugged him into his arms, and whispered in his ear. “Can’t Senior brother sleep on top of you?”
Feng Xuan: “…?”
His face reddened for a moment. “No.”
After thinking for a bit, he spoke again. “Senior brother, I think you should be a bit more careful with your words, there are still cameras here.”
“Don’t worry.” Qi Zhuoyu said carelessly. “They can just cut it out in post-production.”
Production team: We won’t cut it, not a single cut.
“Really?” Feng Xuan hesitated.
“Really.” Qi Zhuoyu answered.
Since the production team was also asleep, and the footage could be cut in post-production.
Feng Xuan lay honestly in Qi Zhuoyu’s arms for less than a moment, then suddenly raised his head and kissed Qi Zhuoyu’s lips.
It was a brief touch.
Feng Xuan buried himself in his arms again, adjusted his position to sleep. “Thank you, Senior brother, for keeping me company.”
Then he prepared to sleep.
But just as he closed his eyes, Qi Zhuoyu’s peach blossom eyes darkened a few degrees.
He pinched Feng Xuan’s face, forcing him to look up. “Just this?”
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Qi Zhuoyu said: “I don’t feel the sincerity.”
Feng Xuan: “.”
He muttered: “Then what should we do.”
Just as he finished speaking.
He was pulled up from the bed by Qi Zhuoyu, the man said in a low voice. “Senior brother will teach you.”
Before Feng Xuan could react, he was taken outside the door.
The moment they left the camera’s capture.
Qi Zhuoyu’s lips pressed down, blocking his voice.
The two exchanged a long, deep kiss.
Goodnight Island only had cameras inside the room.
There were none outside, the production team could only see Qi Zhuoyu and Feng Xuan disappear from the frame.
Then collectively: “…”
It was like the feeling when a victim dies in your arms, about to name the murderer in the next second, then their head tilts and they’re gone.
Director Wang was so angry he stood up directly, his voice cracking. “Who suggested only installing cameras inside the room?! All of you stand up!”
****
What sincere thanks Qi Zhuoyu received that night on Goodnight Island has become an unsolved mystery of “The One At My Home” to this day.
To avoid such situations from happening again, early the next morning, the production team came to the island in full force.
Feng Xuan was thinking it was just to pick him up, was it necessary to bring so many boats?
