What guided Yu Zhaohan’s actions was a marketing article titled “How to Be Boyfriend Material.” Marketing articles usually summarized and condensed information, saving him the time of reading novels and comics.

From the article, Yu Zhaohan selected a few actions that had a romantic atmosphere as references. He had the judgment of an adult and wouldn’t blindly follow what a marketing article said.

For instance, the article mentioned that in gaming, boyfriends should give their girlfriends the kills to make them feel special. Yu Zhaohan couldn’t accept that; his kills were his kills, and he wasn’t about to give them to Shi Du. However, he didn’t mind changing his ID to something heartwarming for his boyfriend.

But Shi Du didn’t seem to be touched. Yu Zhaohan saw goosebumps rise on his arms. “Are you cold?”

Shi Du closed his eyes and hypnotized himself again.

The cheesiness of the second grade was not worth mentioning in front of the cold fair-skinned beauty. When you liked someone, you had to accept all of them. Only scoundrels would be picky about their partners. He wasn’t a scoundrel; he would accept and tolerate all the quirks of his silly wife.

Shi Du opened his eyes after the hypnosis was finished, and said with a smile, “I’m not cold, I’m very warm.”

Yu Zhaohan said happily: “Great! How about I play a couple of games with you on my alternate account? I might not give you the kills, but if anyone kills you, I’ll make sure they regret it.” Feeling that his words lacked enough force, he forced a hint of menace into his eyes and added, “I’ll make sure their whole team pays for your loss.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Shi Du’s gaze darted away, and he pulled back the covers, getting into bed, “It’s just that I’m a little tired now.”

Yu Zhaohan said “Ah,” then joined Shi Du on the bed, resting his chin on Shi Du’s abdominal muscles: “But I still have a few things I haven’t shown you.”

Shi Du stroked Yu Zhaohan’s hair, closed his eyes, and said softly, “Show me tomorrow, Yuyu. I’m a bit tired right now.”

Yu Zhaohan’s new nickname for him was quite impactful, and so Shi Du needed at least one night to recover. Once he felt better tomorrow, he would be ready for more significant challenges.

“Okay,” Yu Zhaohan said, “then be careful and don’t put pressure on the wound on your arm.”

Shi Du suddenly sat up: “Come here.”

Yu Zhaohan was startled, and Shi Du’s hand covered the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss. “Goodnight.”

Shi Du was awakened the next morning by itchiness. He opened his eyes while half asleep. He smiled instinctively when he saw Yu Zhaohan’s face and slowly closed his eyes again.

—Wait, why could he see Yu Zhaohan the moment he opened his eyes?

Normally, they each slept in their own beds at night, and yesterday was no exception. So… was Yu Zhaohan on his bed?

Shi Du felt a weight on his waist and opened his eyes to see Yu Zhaohan riding on him, slowly leaning down toward him.

Most of Shi Du’s sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and his throat felt parched. He didn’t dare to move, his hands resting on Yu Zhaohan’s waist, saying hoarsely: “What are you doing.”

“Can’t you tell?” Yu Zhaohan pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. His face was still that delicate and world-weary face, and there was no emotion in his voice. “I’m kissing my sleeping beauty.”

remaining sleepiness disappeared entirely. If he liked Yu Zhaohan even a tiny bit less, he would have scolded his silly wife harshly right now.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t.

So early in the morning, Shi Du has to face a fierce, human nature test.

On the one hand, Yu Zhaohan was sitting on his waist, with his hands on his chest. Captain Beauty must have washed up. His lips were soft and cool, and he had the refreshing scent of toothpaste on them. He hasn’t changed his clothes yet. He was wearing loose pajamas. His collar fell down when he leaned over, revealing a delicate white collarbone.

On the other hand, “Sleeping Beauty” is really no better than “Touch My Husband, You Die,” and he might not be able to resist.

After struggling for two minutes, Shi Du ultimately succumbed to his own desires and Yu Zhaohan’s looks. He lifted his hand and pulled Yu Zhaohan down. “After the kiss, come and sleep with me a little longer.”

Yu Zhaohan shifted from sitting to lying down, still on Shi Du’s body. “Sleeping Beauty hasn’t had enough sleep yet,” he said adoringly, pressing his cheek against the boy’s chest.

Shi Du closed his eyes and smiled: “How can you dare call someone else Sleeping Beauty? Don’t call me that.”

“Then what do you want me to call you?” Yu Zhaohan said, “I’ve seen other couples have special, unique nicknames for each other. You call me Yuyu, but I call you by your real name. Doesn’t that make it seem like I don’t like you? How about I call you Xiao Shi, Xiao Di, Duobao…”

Shi Du interrupted Yu Zhaohan’s example without hesitation: “Just call me by my name, thank you.”

“But isn’t this the same as before?”

Shi Du said weakly: “I suddenly feel that there was nothing wrong with before.”

Yu Zhaohan raised his head and looked at Shi Du’s expression, feeling that Shi Du didn’t seem to like him like this. He asked Shi Du: “Are you angry?”

Shi Du, who was enjoying the sensation of holding the beauty in his arms, responded with a sense of hopelessness., “Not angry, just feeling a bit… wanting to die.”

Shi Du deviated from the expected response. Yu Zhaohan’s pre-prepared love words got stuck in his throat, and he changed a few words before saying: “You look so charming even if you want to die.”

Shi Du was quiet for two seconds, then put Yu Zhaohan on the bed and sat up.

“I was wrong, Yu Zhaohan, I was really wrong.” Shi Du knelt down on the bed and pleaded with his hands clasped together, “I don’t want the feeling of being in love. I think just kissing is good. Really, I don’t desire more… Let’s go back to how things were, okay?”

Yu Zhaohan lay there and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want this?”

Shi Du nodded seriously, “I’m sure.”

“Then I won’t feed you breakfast.” Yu Zhaohan looked at the bedside table, where there was the breakfast he specially heated for Shi Du, “You can eat it yourself.”

Shi Du was stunned for a second and then changed his words: “Wait a minute, I want it now.”

Yu Zhaohan wasn’t skilled in cooking, and the prepared breakfast was limited to taking things out of the fridge and reheating them in the microwave. He heated up some sausages, rice balls, and sandwiches, poured two glasses of milk, and even arranged the sausages in the shape of a “?(Shi).” He didn’t want to play with homophones, but it was too difficult to set the “?(Shi).”¹?(Shi) mean ten(numeric) while ?(Shi) mean time as in Shi Du’s name.

Yu Zhaohan used a knife and fork to pick up a sausage and blew on it before offering it to Shi Du’s lips. “Are you happy to be the first man I’ve ever fed?”

Shi Du bit off a piece of grilled sausage, feeling pain and happiness at the same time: “I’m almost dying of joy.”

Feeding the handsome younger brother gave Yu Zhaohan a strange sense of satisfaction. “By the way, can you drink something cold today?”

“Of course,” Shi Du said inexplicably. “I’ve always liked cold drinks, didn’t you know?”

“I know. asking your partner if they can have something cold before eating is also a display of boyfriend material.” Yu Zhaohan said, thoroughly enjoying the taste of the sausage. Unable to resist, he fed himself a bite. “Why is that?”

Shi Du grabbed Yu Zhaohan’s wrist and controlled the direction of the knife and fork towards his mouth: “You silly, did you never attend a biology class at school?”

“No,” Yu Zhaohan replied. “Maybe it’s because I was in youth training when the school organized sex education classes.”

Shi Du looked at Yu Zhaohan and smiled: “Then I will teach you a lesson when I find time.”

After breakfast, Shi Du was about to get out of bed and wash up, but Yu Zhaohan stopped him: “Wait a minute.”

Shi Du asked: “What do you want to do again?”

Yu Zhaohan compared his height with Shi Du’s and said, “Forget it.”

Shi Du urged: “Say it quickly.”

“I wanted to lift you up with one hand,” Yu Zhaohan gestured with both hands, “and carry you over my shoulder like a sack. It would have been so boyfriend-material. But you’re not light, and I’m afraid my little hand might get hurt, so forget it.”

Shi Du picked up Yu Zhaohan with one hand and put him on his shoulder: “Like this?”

Yu Zhaohan was constantly mindful of Shi Du’s injury: “Shi Du, your hands!”

“Don’t worry, I used the uninjured one.”

“Oh, that’s what it is.”

Shi Du carried Yu Zhaohan into the bathroom and placed him on the sink. Yu Zhaohan just sat, watching Shi Du brush his teeth and wash his face, suddenly realizing something—

Did he get into the wrong role? Shouldn’t it be Shi Du changing his ID, waking him up in the morning with a kiss, calling him ‘Sleeping Beauty,’ and then feeding him breakfast by the bedside?

But the problem was, Shi Du couldn’t wake up in the morning!

The two of them headed to the training room and began their day of practice.

Jiang Di noticed Yu Zhaohan was still a little troubled. In contrast to the previous days, he did not bring this state to training. Although he felt a little stiff when he met Yu Zhaohan’s gaze, the violent Support Jiang was back in the game.

Jiang Di kept an eye on the captain’s movements. When he saw Yu Zhaohan picking up a coffee cup and heading towards the kitchen, he immediately followed. “Captain.”

Yu Zhaohan nodded. “Morning.”

Jiang Di looked like he hadn’t slept well the night before with some dark circles under his eyes. He took a deep breath and said, “I respect the captain and his sexuality.”

This wasn’t just empty words; if Jiang Di didn’t show respect, he would immediately be in trouble.

“Thank you,” Yu Zhaohan replied. “Is there something else?”

“Yes,” Jiang Di said, struggling with his words. “I’m not gay.”

Yu Zhaohan lowered his head and glanced at a piece of white socks on Jiang Di’s ankle, thinking thoughtfully: “So you’re not?”

Jiang Di lowered his head and said apologetically: “Yes, I’m not.”

Well, if he wasn’t, then he wasn’t. What’s with this guilty expression, Xiao Jiang?

So, this meant that being a muscular guy in white socks wasn’t a sufficient condition to determine if someone was gay. Misinformation on the internet really could be misleading.

Yu Zhaohan said, “I understand.”

Jiang Di hesitated to speak further. “If you like athletes, Captain, I can introduce someone to you.”

Yu Zhaohan looked at Jiang Di’s massive muscles and sincerely shook his head. “I’m not interested.”

“Really,” Jiang Di said with a sigh of relief. “That’s great, then.”

Yu Zhaohan raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. “Huh?”

Jiang Di, did you misunderstand something?

In order to prevent Xiao Jiang from overthinking, Yu Zhaohan decided to make it clear: “I only like Shi Du.”

Jiang Di: “…!”

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  ?(Shi) mean ten(numeric) while ?(Shi) mean time as in Shi Du’s name.