E-sports, younger generation, stunning looks.
When combined, these elements create a formula for viral success that most people would seize to develop various advertisement deals. However, Chi Xingyu remains unfazed, often disappearing from the public eye. Without his fixed streaming hours each month, he could mostly only be found during competitions.
As Chi Xingyu continued his professional career, everyone became accustomed to his fierce skills and personality that belied his youthful age. He was nothing like the cute younger brother that the public imagined; when he glared, he was imposing and when he smiled, he resembled a bully.
Some netizens even commented, “Thank goodness Chi Xingyu became a professional player.”
Chi Xingyu looked at Tong Sui’s beautiful and innocent face and felt a genuine urge to have him call him “brother,” as well as a mischievous desire to tease him.
Tong Sui blinked slowly, droplets of water glittering on his eyelashes more brightly than the stars in the sky. He leaned forward languidly, as if surrendering to Chi Xingyu’s antics.
Chi Xingyu smugly curled his lips into a smile.
Tong Sui exhaled a warm, sweet breath against his ear, whispering softly, “You are several months younger than me, Chi Xingyu, little brother.”
“Little brother?”
Chi Xingyu chuckled lightly, gripping Tong Sui’s slender shoulder and pushing him back playfully, teasing, “Let’s see who the real brother is.”
Tong Sui, already low on energy, was pushed back and curled up soft and helpless into the sheets.
They heard Chi Xingyu’s voice moving closer, his knee pressing down on the mattress, producing subtle yet suggestive sounds.
The viewers in the comments went wild:
— “Holy crap! Is this what I’m allowed to watch? Chi Xingyu, you really know how to deliver!”
— “This is so intense.”
— “Chi Xingyu, step it up! I command you to bully him!”
…
Hearing those comments, Tong Sui felt a delayed surge of fear.
Chi Xingyu reached out his hand.
He scratched Tong Sui’s sensitive sides through his clothes, causing Tong Sui to spring up instantly, hurriedly trying to press his hand down.
“Don’t, don’t do that! It tickles!”
Chi Xingyu easily caught Tong Sui’s flailing hands and pinned them above his head, saying, “What should you call me?”
Tong Sui, tears forming from the tickling, had his hair messily tousled; he gasped for air with his rosy lips.
His body was soft and delicate, every touch made him squirm with ticklish delight, curling even his pink toes.
“Bad… bad guy.”
“Alright then, other than that, what else did you call me last time? Let’s hear you shout it out.”
As Chi Xingyu reached for Tong Sui again, Tong Sui began to move in a panic before he even got close.
The previously smooth hem of his shirt rode up, exposing a glimpse of his fair, delicate waist.
Chi Xingyu’s hand brushed against the exposed skin, prompting Tong Sui to let out a shuddering whimper.
Chi Xingyu was momentarily stunned.
The lingering sensation on his fingertips was warm and soft, spreading a shiver from his fingers to his heart.
He gazed at Tong Sui on the bed, his disheveled hair and clothes, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes, reminiscent of a foggy marsh that seemed to pull you in once stepped upon.
The room fell silent.
Between their intertwined breaths, something seemed to be transforming, fracturing.
Chi Xingyu stared for a long time, then turned his head and firmly tugged on Tong Sui’s shirt hem, covering him up properly, saying in a low voice, “Alright, I’ll let you off this time.”
As Chi Xingyu’s footsteps faded, the comments erupted again:
— “Is that it?! Just that? I’m practically undressed here, and this is all you show me??”
— “Chi Xingyu, what kind of elementary school bullying is this? Sui is in your bed, and you are teasing him through his clothes?”
— “The innocent ‘pure’ man act has been thoroughly debunked.”
— “Chi is leaving too hastily, and Sui’s earlier voice was so delicate, I’m dying.”
…
Chi Xingyu quickly walked into the bathroom, pressing his hands on either side of the sink, his heart racing at an unsteady pace.
He glanced up at himself in the mirror. The reflection stared back with vacant eyes, looking dazed, inexplicably resembling Zhong Yi during their truth-or-dare moment tonight.
A jolt ran through Chi Xingyu.
How could he possibly be like that narcissistic guy?
Turning on the tap, he splashed cold water on his face, droplets cascading down his sculpted brow, pooling at his defined jawline, the tips of his hair getting slightly wet.
He took a deep breath, struggling to stifle the raging emotions within, and wiped his face dry with a few tissues.
He hadn’t forgotten that Tong Sui was drunk outside.
Chi Xingyu dampened a towel in his hand and stepped back out.
Tong Sui lay on the bed, arm raised, fingers dancing as if counting stars in the night sky, the bright moonlight illuminating Tong Sui’s body, casting an almost transparent glow on his pale skin.
Tong Sui was counting stars.
“…”
So childish.
Chi Xingyu walked over and gently pulled up the light Tong Sui. “How many have you counted?”
Tong Sui gazed at him, not answering the question.
Yet the drunkenness in his eyes was more pronounced, his gaze directed at Chi Xingyu was indescribably gentle.
After just a few seconds under that gaze, Chi Xingyu couldn’t take it anymore; the sensation was more intense than when he had gulped that glass of liquor, igniting a fire in his heart.
That was a look that the sober Tong Sui would never express towards him.
Chi Xingyu half-squatted at the bedside, gently wiping Tong Sui’s brow, nose, cheeks, the blush rising on his face creating a subtle layer of mist.
He was precise in executing complicated moves in competitions, steady hands that could perform feats expertly, but in front of Tong Sui, he couldn’t help but tremble.
It was perhaps a surreal sense of dreams coming true.
Chi Xingyu wanted to gather all his favorite things and carefully place them in a display case, savoring the joy of possession.
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