Feeling reassured with the promise, Yu Zhaohan slept peacefully, leaving Shi Du in a struggle against the drunken heavenly mermaid.

Reason told Shi Du that there was no need to take the words of a drunken fool seriously. Although Yu Zhaohan had proposed similar theories when he wasn’t drinking, and Shi Du had casually agreed, any sane person would think it was just a joke.

But Yu Zhaohan wasn’t a sane person; he was serious and had even made plans, getting himself drunk and offering himself on a silver platter.

He didn’t have any peculiar preferences; the only thing that satisfied him in bed was Yu Zhaohan’s response. A solo performance was boring; only a pervert would enjoy that.

After firming up his belief, Shi Du adjusted the room temperature two degrees higher, filled the bathtub with water, and then returned to the bed to undress Yu Zhaohan.

Under the influence of alcohol, Yu Zhaohan slept soundly. Shi Du lifted his hand to facilitate removing the outerwear. Yu Zhaohan showed no reaction at all, looking completely pliable.

Underneath the outerwear was the team uniform, followed by socks, long pants, leaving only a pair of underwear.

Yu Zhaohan had thought about wearing red underwear to cheer for today’s game, but he didn’t have any red ones. So, he wore a pink one that perfectly matched the team uniform, with a beckoning cat print.

Shi Du couldn’t help but chuckle.

He helped Yu Zhaohan choose the underwear yesterday. Pink was close to red, and the beckoning cat was responsible for attracting the championship prize money.

In any case, they had reached the point where they helped each other choose underwear. Shi Du had seen every part of Yu Zhaohan; assisting with a bath was just a trivial daily matter, nothing to panic about.

Shi Du hugged Yu Zhaohan and his eyes unexpectedly fell on Yu Zhaohan’s face.

No matter how pink Yu Zhaohan’s underwear was, his features were as cold as ever. Even with his eyes closed, there was a perpetual coldness that made it seem like he would never look favorably upon anyone.

But there was a beckoning cat on his underwear.

Shi Du’s breathing gradually became rapid, and he averted his gaze somewhat anxiously.

Stop it, don’t think about it. Refuse to be a pervert, starting with him.

The hotel bathtub was large enough. Shi Du placed Yu Zhaohan in it, accidentally wetting the team uniform on his body. He simply took off his clothes and joined Yu Zhaohan in the bath.

To prevent Yu Zhaohan from choking on water, Shi Du leaned against the bathtub, encircling Yu Zhaohan in his arms. Then, he applied shower gel to Yu Zhaohan’s body, washing away the scent of alcohol.

The precious one being bathed continued to sleep soundly, eyelashes catching foam. His head peacefully rested on his boyfriend’s chest, and his fair cheeks were slightly flushed from the steam in the bathroom.

Shi Du: “…”

He had an idea.

Although he didn’t have any peculiar preferences, a person must keep their word. He promised Yuyu that he would love him. If he really didn’t do anything, would Yuyu be angry when he woke up the next day?

He didn’t want Yuyu to be angry, so he had to do what he promised Yuyu.

Shi Du rinsed the foam off himself and Yu Zhaohan, pulled off a bath towel from the side, wrapped it around Yu Zhaohan, then hugged Yu Zhaohan and walked out with his long legs.

He placed the sleeping sweetheart on the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out the necessary tools. The hotel had considerately prepared them for guests, and he had also searched the internet for relevant knowledge because he didn’t know how much to use.

After studying, Shi Du lay on his side next to Yu Zhaohan and looked at Yu Zhaohan’s profile for a long time.

The more he looked, the more he felt like he had the potential to be a pervert.

He thought silently in his heart, “I’m a f*cking pervert”, and finally couldn’t help but lean over and kiss Yu Zhaohan’s lips.

Even if Yu Zhaohan couldn’t respond to him, just the fact that he was kissing Yu Zhaohan was enough to make his heart flutter.

……

Yu Zhaohan had a regular biological clock. Under normal circumstances, no matter how late he slept the night before, he would wake up promptly at eight in the morning. But yesterday was clearly not a “normal circumstance.”

Yu Zhaohan looked at the time on his phone screen, 13:14, and fell into contemplation.

Having slept until noon, was it because he got drunk last night, or because Shi Du did this and that to him?

Yu Zhaohan didn’t see Shi Du in the room. He sat up slowly and found himself dressed in pajamas, feeling refreshed, with just a slight sense of strangeness.

This strangeness didn’t reach the point of pain; at most, it could be considered a mild discomfort. For example, he was a bit hungry, there were faint marks on his collarbone and the side of his waist, and there were slight abrasions on his lips and the sides of his legs, but other than that, everything seemed fine.

Yu Zhaohan couldn’t believe it and carefully felt it all over again—really not that painful.

Great! Being able to complete his first night with Shi Du without any pain was fantastic, making it worthwhile for him to drink so much yesterday.

Yu Zhaohan rolled on the bed a couple of times to celebrate becoming a true man. He picked up his phone, about to send a message to Shi Du when the door to the room opened. Shi Du walked in, holding a large bag of food paper bags in one hand, and he walked in with a low-pressure demeanor.

“Good afternoon Shi Du.” Thinking of what he and Shi Du did last night, Yu Zhaohan was a little shy, “Where have you been?”

The boy raised his eyebrows, his eyes red from staying up late: “What do you think?”

Yu Zhaohan revealed a faint smile. “You went to find food for me. Thank you.”

Shi Du placed the paper bag on the table and asked seemingly casually, “Did you sleep well last night?”

“Excellent.”

Shi Du laughed: “Really?”

“Yes. Winning the championship makes me happy, and being with you in bed also makes me happy.” Yu Zhaohan picked up the championship cup from the bedside table, cradling it lovingly in his arms. “When I’m in a good mood, of course, I sleep well.”

Shi Du forcefully placed the canned milk he bought for Yu Zhaohan on the table and sneered, “You sleep soundly. I didn’t sleep a wink the whole night.”

Didn’t sleep the whole night?

Yu Zhaohan was astonished. “Why?”

“You dropped a ‘please me’ and slept like the dead. Do you think I could sleep? Could you sleep if you were in my place?”

Yu Zhaohan was even more astonished. “If you couldn’t sleep, did you… do it the whole night?”

Shi Du had worked hard the whole night, and the next day he felt no pain at all?

Yu Zhaohan hesitated and said, “It’s obviously not small.”

“Small my ass.” Shi Du laughed, “I didn’t finish at all.”

“Didn’t finish?” Yu Zhaohan was confused by Shi Du. “But you promised me, and it’s such a good opportunity. I’m not ugly, why didn’t you do it?”

Shi Du walked up to him, took the championship cup from his hand, and set it aside.

Yu Zhaohan’s vision suddenly flipped.

“Because,” the guy pressed him onto the bed, unbuttoning his sleepwear one button at a time, looking down at him, “I want to hear you.”

Yu Zhaohan was very grateful that Shi Du had postponed their first night until today, allowing him to experience the magic of this event soberly. In the future, he could review it together with Shi Du.

But later, he seemed to lose his sobriety again.

Yu Zhaohan’s mind went blank, and he mumbled, “Congratulations.”

The younger brother’s voice was much deeper than usual: “…What?”

Congratulations to Shi Du for successfully serving on the bed and becoming a legitimate Empress.