Chapter 23 The Narrow Bridge vs. Begging for Mercy "President Lu... please spare me..."

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! This thing can actually run?! And it's so fast!!! Is this stamina even real?! My god!!!]

[No exaggeration, with that speed of an award-winning actor, I couldn't catch up to him even if I ran alongside him on flat ground QAQ]

[Ahhhhhh, so strong!!! I'm dead! This boyfriend power is absolutely amazing! You're so incredibly handsome, Best Actor!!!]

A real man should carry his 160-pound boss through a mud pit for 500 meters!!! (Just kidding)

[This...this is the weight of love! (Stunned)]

The wind, carrying the stench of mud, blew against his face. Wen Yinhe noticed Lu Huaijin's rapid breathing, which was close to his ear. Through his sweaty sideburns and soaked eye mask, a warm heat was conveyed.

Lu Huaijin's heartbeat pressed against his spine, each beat pounding against Wen Yinhe's undulating latissimus dorsi muscles. The man's low, gentle voice was the only buoy he could grasp in the darkness: "Yinhe, you're veering off course. Turn a little to the left."

Following Lu Huaijin's instructions, Wen Yinhe obediently turned the direction to the left, and asked uncertainly, "Like this?"

“Too much, just a little bit more to the right, just a little bit more… Good, very good, keep this direction and run forward with confidence,” Lu Huaijin kissed Wen Yinhe’s sweaty forehead tenderly, his voice full of adult composure and certainty, revealing a reassuring power, “It’s okay if you deviate, I will remind you.”

[Quickly tag Shu Bao'er to see how President Lu guides the movie star!!!]

[Ahhhhh, President Lu is so reassuring! It's like he has the eyes of a movie star, waaaaaah!]

[Wow, even such a messy scene can be so sweet! It turns out that the quality of a couple's relationship really has nothing to do with the environment, it's purely about the people involved... I'm totally overwhelmed by all the sweetness (chewing)]

Wen Yinhe, carrying Lu Huaijin's tall figure, quickly passed by Shu Bao'er and Du Ruopu.

Du Ruopu couldn't see what was happening, but Shu Bao'er on top of him suddenly became anxious. She kicked Du Ruopu in the stomach with both legs and tightened her arms around his neck impatiently, shouting, "They've overtaken us! Hurry! Chase after them! What are you standing there for? Are you stupid?!"

Du Ruopu's Adam's apple bobbed timidly, his eardrums buzzed, and his cheeks were red and swollen from suffocation.

He was finally about to give up, sweating and struggling to breathe, pleading, "Bao'er, can you loosen your grip a little more? I can't breathe."

Shu Bao'er frowned impatiently, ignoring her words: "If I let go, I'll fall! Hurry up and run! We're going to lose after just the first round! It's all your fault! You're as slow as a pig!"

Du Ruopu's calves began to tremble violently, causing Shu Bao'er on his back to sway precariously. Finally, when Shu Bao'er kicked and urged him on, she could no longer support herself and collapsed, utterly exhausted.

A muffled "thump" was heard.

Mud exploded like water droplets on Shu Bao'er and Du Ruopu's bodies and faces.

Shu Bao'er lay sprawled in the mud, splattered with mud that landed on his eyebrows and trickled down his cheeks. His elbows and knees sank to the bottom of the mud, the cold, sticky, and disgusting sensation filling his mouth.

He felt as if mud splattered into his mouth, and he immediately gagged at the mud, almost screaming out loud.

"I'm sorry, Bao'er, are you alright?" The first thing Du Ruopu did after getting up was to immediately help Shu Bao'er up.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a pair of hands covered in mud slapped hard across his face.

Du Ruopu's head was knocked to the side, his ears were ringing, and a red, swollen, muddy mark appeared on his strong jaw.

"Are you out of your mind? You can't even carry someone properly! What else can you do? Do you want to die? Huh? I'll kill you right now, okay?!" Enraged, Shu Bao'er grabbed Du Ruopu's thick hair and dragged it forcefully towards her chest, spewing out harsh and hurtful words.

Du Ruopu's tall, strong back bent heavily, his broad shoulder and back muscles tensed painfully, but he did not resist at all. He just passively accepted Shu Bao'er's punches and kicks, and apologized in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry, Bao'er, I didn't do well. Let's do it again, okay?"

The live chat exploded with comments after a brief moment of stunned silence when Shu Bao'er made her move.

【What?! What?! What?! Damn it! That synthetic watermelon from my seventh uncle's maternal grandfather! He actually dared to do it?! Damn it!!!】

[Aaaaaaah, this is domestic violence!!! This is definitely domestic violence!!! I'm shocked!!!]

[I can't take it anymore! I'm so angry! Just because someone is honest and has a good temper doesn't mean they can hit you like that! Is he even your lover?! If you don't care, fine, but why hurt him?! How could you do that?!]

After Shu Bao'er finished venting her anger, Du Ruopu carried her on his back again. However, both of them were extremely slippery, making the carrying position very difficult. Their clothes, soaked in mud, added to their weight, making it even more difficult for Du Ruopu to move forward.

As expected, the two then fell several more times.

Each time she crawled out of the mud, Shu Bao'er would beat and curse Du Ruopu mercilessly. The handcuffs even accidentally cut Du Ruopu's jaw, causing a trace of bright red blood to seep out.

The viewers in the live chat were almost furious:

[Holy crap!!! I'm so angry I'm so angry I'm so angry I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying!!! Thank you Shu Bao'er for curing my low mood!!! [Knife][Knife][Knife]]

The hashtag #ShuBaoerDomesticViolence# quickly became a trending topic.

Fans initially thought Shu Bao'er had been a victim of domestic violence and rushed to click on the link, only to see a GIF of Shu Bao'er slapping Du Ruopu across the face.

An eerie silence fell.

The comments section was already in an uproar, and after a brief moment of stunned silence, the fans also started arguing and making baseless accusations.

A chaotic fan war immediately erupted on Weibo.

Upon receiving the information, Shu Bao'er's agent nearly fainted from anger and immediately began frantically trying to contact the production team through connections.

Meanwhile, Wen Yinhe had already successfully carried Lu Huaijin out of the mud pit.

After landing, Wen Yinhe immediately squatted down and carefully put Lu Huaijin down from his back. Once Lu Huaijin was steady on the ground, he stood up, turned around, and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you feeling alright?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Lu Huaijin looked helpless as he was preempted, and reached out to touch him, saying, "Come here, let me massage your legs."

Wen Yinhe noticed Lu Huaijin's approach and took a step back to avoid Lu Huaijin's hand.

Lu Huaijin was stunned, his eyes slowly widening, and for the first time, he showed an expression of disbelief: "You're hiding from me?"

You dare to avoid me?!

"No," Wen Yinhe said, slightly embarrassed, and quickly explained, "It's just that I'm too dirty right now, and I'll get you dirty..."

Lu Huaijin's face suddenly darkened. Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Wen Yinhe's neck, and used the handcuffs to tightly bind himself and Wen Yinhe together, pulling him down forcefully.

Then, turning her head and lowering her eyelashes, her burning lips pressed down, aggressively invading Wen Yinhe's lips and tongue.

The man's aura was rough and savage, carrying an irresistible force and a heart-pounding passion that swept over Wen Yinhe's senses.

After a slight pause, Wen Yinhe held Lu Huaijin's head with one hand and pinched Lu Huaijin's waist with the other, responding without hesitation. Her ears turned bright red almost instantly, but her movements were not hesitant or sluggish. Although gentle and obedient, she would not let Lu Huaijin take what he wanted on his own.

He was still not used to kissing in front of others, but how could anyone bear to refuse a lover's request for a kiss?

He would give it to Lu Huaijin as long as he needed it.

The kiss was brief; the focus was on the demonstration and punishment.

After Lu Huaijin kissed Wen Yinhe's lips deeply, he quickly withdrew with a cold face. His hands, which were held in a tether, gripped the back of Wen Yinhe's head tightly, causing their foreheads to touch and their noses to brush.

In the darkness, Wen Yinhe breathed in his lover's familiar breath, and heard the man angrily curse him: "Dirty my ass! You're the cleanest person in the world, try saying you're dirty again!"

Wen Yinhe paused, then chuckled softly, his heart melting with tenderness.

Lu Huaijin snorted and gave Wen Yinhe a light kiss on his rosy cheek, warning him fiercely, "Also, I don't like it when you avoid me, remember that."

[Ahhhhh, another kiss! Yay!!! The Best Actor is getting better and better at kissing in front of the camera! Just like that, lips to lips, that's right! But if the tongue could stick a little further in, it would be even better, mmm!]

[Great, great, great! This domineering CEO's forced love is so satisfying!!! Who threatens someone mouth-to-mouth like this? This is just too good! Please give us more threats like this~ MORE MORE MORE~!]

[“Remember this!” Mr. Lu, you’re so domineering! (Facepalm) Thanks to Mr. Lu for the daily domineering CEO quotes: “Try calling me dirty again!” and “I don’t like you avoiding me!” Hehehe~ We, the young couple, had another great day! Sweet and reassuring!]

[Hahahaha, using the fiercest tone to say the sweetest love words! Who are you trying to kill with cuteness, Mr. Lu? Oh, it's the movie star who's been killed by cuteness, hehehe, you're so sweet, aren't you!!!]

[Waaaaah, it really has to be the Best Actor and CEO Lu! The couple next door almost gave me a heart attack! I need a sweet treat to soothe my wounded heart~]

After Lu Huaijin's "fierce" "warning", Wen Yinhe dared not disobey again and obediently sat down on the spot.

Neither of them cared about their ranking in the game; their only concern was each other's health.

Despite his hands being cuffed and his movements being restricted, Lu Huaijin still carefully massaged Wen Yinhe's legs for a full five minutes.

Wen Yinhe's body was covered in mud on one side, and his long legs were the worst affected area. Thick, wet mud snaked up from his ankles all the way up to his knees, and even the outside of his trouser legs were splattered with mud, which was half-dried by the sun.

Mud mixed with sweat clung tightly to Wen Yinhe's fair skin. Anyone with a slight obsession with cleanliness would feel nauseous at the sight, but Lu Huaijin touched it without a care.

Lu Huaijin was really well protected. Wen Yinhe was worried that the mud would splash up, so he kept Lu Huaijin's thighs raised to the highest point, almost higher than his own waist, the whole time.

As a result, Lu Huaijin was clean from head to toe, except for the inevitable mud on his shoes, even his ankles were clean.

It's hard to imagine that such a meticulous person had just traversed a large, dirty swamp.

All of this was earned by Wen Yinhe through his own mud-covered body. Wen Yinhe was happy to do it, and even felt a secret and burning sense of satisfaction and accomplishment from the bottom of his heart.

It's a pity that he's blindfolded now and can't see Huai Jin's clean and noble appearance.

But Lu Huaijin clearly didn't care at all whether his body and appearance were clean and tidy.

The man's originally fair and clean hands became covered in the same mud the moment he touched Wen Yinhe's legs.

To touch someone covered in filth, you have to go down into the mud, reach out and touch, pull, or even hug them.

Even though Wen Yinhe was deep in the mud, every inch of his skin was covered in mud, and even his heart was covered in mud, he was still the cleanest and most beautiful person in Lu Huaijin's heart.

"Alright, that's about it," Wen Yinhe grasped Lu Huaijin's hand as he was about to pull it back, gently lifted his wrist, and massaged his sore and tired hand in his palm. "Thank you, you've worked hard."

Lu Huaijin gazed at the curve of Wen Yinhe's lips, his voice low and gentle, husky: "Are you comfortable now?"

Wen Yinhe replied softly, "That feels good."

Lu Huaijin drawled, "Then what about my fee for my hard work?"

Wen Yinhe chuckled helplessly, paused slightly, then seemed to remember something. His handsome brows furrowed slightly beneath his black eye patch, and he looked somewhat troubled: "Huai Jin, can you come and get it yourself? I can't see."

The comments section is going crazy:

[What are you getting yourself? Who taught you your lines, Best Actor? Don't you know to speak in complete sentences?]

【Oops~ I can't see~~~ How did it get caught?~ You're turning into a seduction mastermind, you know that?!】

[Even though the movie star's tone was so gentle, why did it sound so commanding to me?! ughhhhh!]

[Waaaaah, if only this line were said in bed! I just hate that I'll never have the chance to see it in my lifetime!]

Looking at the beautiful woman's furrowed brows, Lu Huaijin unconsciously licked his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "Alright, since it's inconvenient for you, I'll have to condescend to come and get it myself."

After saying that, Lu Huaijin leaned forward and licked Wen Yinhe's still moist lips, which had just been kissed, with great pleasure.

Wen Yinhe felt a little itchy from being licked and couldn't help but laugh.

Sometimes he really felt that Huai Jin was like a little animal, wild and straightforward, so adorable.

Lu Huaijin reluctantly released Wen Yinhe's rosy lips, his voice filled with a satisfied huskiness: "Be more self-disciplined next time, don't make me remind you again—"

Before I could finish speaking, my lips were suddenly attacked.

Wen Yinhe slowly withdrew his head, looking innocent and pure with his eyes covered.

Lu Huaijin felt a tickle in his heart, licked his lips, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Wen Yinhe smiled gently, as light as ripples left by the wind on a lake. His clear voice, however, carried a hint of sexy huskiness, sending shivers down one's spine: "Tip."

[They just kissed and now they're kissing again! How can anyone act like they haven't kissed in eight lifetimes?! Yes, I'm talking about you two! Those two men who are glued together like conjoined twins! Kissing, kissing, kissing! All you do all day is kiss, kiss, kiss! What else can you do besides kissing? If you're so capable, go to bed and show me!]

【Oh, okay, okay, this tip is great! If you call it a tip, then it's a tip~ If your sweetheart threatens to kiss you for a tip, then kiss him too, okay, okay! Couples should kiss all the time, you kiss me, I kiss you, we can never get enough of kissing!!!】

[Mom, seeing this is giving me gingivitis, ouch...]

[Sigh, you two, pointing fingers, shaking your heads, and sighing!]

Is it just my imagination? I feel like the actor who lost his sight seems a bit...something else, like he has a strange, domineering presence... Can anyone understand me? (Please!)

[Ahhhhhh, I get it! I totally get it, waaaaaaah! I just read a story last night about a seemingly gentle and shy woman who's actually a super domineering and controlling dominatrix, and it was so captivating! Finally, someone else feels the same way as me!!!]

[Damn! I've had this feeling for a long time: the Best Actor isn't just about pure gentleness; there's always a complex feeling hidden in the smallest details, something hard to put into words. These last two times he was blindfolded, that feeling was even stronger! The last time he kissed my arm almost drove me crazy! This time it felt a bit... well, you know what! So what's with the blindfold?! (By the way, hand over the story you read yesterday!!!)]

[Wow! So the movie star likes blindfolded play! Wow, you with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you really have good taste!!! (By the way, please, please write the story mentioned earlier! I'm really craving this kind of thing, sob sob QAQ)]

[However, who still remembers the competition by Daming Lake?! You two are just sitting here enjoying yourselves, the production team is furious!]

Although Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin didn't care about the match at all, someone else did.

While the two rested, Shu Bao'er and Du Ruopu had almost climbed out of the mud.

The two looked completely different from how they did that morning.

The two were covered in mud from head to toe. Their clothes were so dirty that their original color was no longer visible. Their trousers, soaked with mud, clung heavily to their legs. Their necks were covered in mud, and their mud-covered hair was stuck to their foreheads and cheeks in clumps. Even their eyelashes were covered in mud.

Shu Bao'er looked lifeless, her face so dark it looked like it was about to drip water, though what dripped out was probably muddy water.

However, his expression softened slightly when he saw that Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin were still in the same spot.

Du Ruopu's face was covered with red and swollen scabs, and there seemed to be bruises on his exposed arms. He exuded an aura of utter exhaustion. This was only the first stage, yet it seemed as if his life force had already been exhausted.

Lu Huaijin didn't pay attention to what was happening to the two behind him. Seeing that the opponent had caught up, he led Wen Yinhe to the second level.

The second challenge requires the couple to cross a log bridge together.

There are two log bridges spanning a large area of ​​mud and sand. The mud that has spread from the swamp has not completely receded and has been mixed with coarse and hard sand and stones. Just imagining what would happen if someone fell in is enough to tell you what would happen.

Moreover, the single-plank bridge cannot be crossed one by one; the couple must cross it sideways, facing each other, like crabs.

The couple, who had just rolled around in the mud and might even have argued, were now forced to embrace face to face. One wrong move and they would fall back into the mud. The production team's intentions were truly sinister.

Ignoring the strange atmosphere of the other group, Lu Huaijin carefully led Wen Yinhe to the log bridge, first guiding him to stand on it, and then, the moment he stepped onto the bridge, he immediately raised his hands, wrapped his arms around Wen Yinhe's neck, and at the same time, his body stood steadily on the bridge.

At the same moment, Wen Yinhe's strong arms quickly tightened around Lu Huaijin's taut waist, and he embraced the strong and upright man with satisfaction in his burning arms.

Two equally tall and handsome men embraced tightly, fitting together seamlessly. They had broad shoulders and were nearly the same size. They could clearly feel the slight tension in each other's strong muscles, like two mountains nestled together, as if they were born to be so perfectly matched.

[Ahhh, what a sweet hug! Couples are born to hold each other tight! Please keep cuddling and kissing, I'm so happy I could cry~ You two are such a perfect couple~ QAQ]

[Damn, I suddenly realized this level was practically tailor-made for them! Finally, they can hug each other openly, you two must be thrilled!!!]

[While strong vs. weak is also appealing, this kind of pure clash between two tall men is incredibly satisfying! Strong vs. strong is just the best!!!]

[Ahhhhh, compared to this, the movie star's hands and arms are so huge! President Lu is already quite tall, but after being hugged by the movie star, he inexplicably looks a size smaller! So funny! President Lu's waist, and the movie star's perky butt... I can't take it anymore, I'm about to have a nosebleed...]

Wen Yinhe opened his broad palm, almost covering most of Lu Huaijin's shoulder blade. His other thick and strong arm forcefully crossed Lu Huaijin's waist, patted his lower back lightly, and asked, "Want to try walking?"

“Mmm,” Lu Huaijin pressed his cheek against Wen Yinhe’s, rubbing against him gently in comfort, and said softly, “Try taking a few steps first. If there are any problems along the way, feel free to stop. Take it slow, there’s no rush.”

Since Wen Yinhe couldn't see the road, he had Lu Huaijin take the lead and step forward. He cleverly placed his feet close to Lu Huaijin's feet so that he could feel Lu Huaijin lift his foot each time and then follow along without stepping on each other.

Crabs don't walk gracefully, but the two men's steps were so similar, each step light and steady, their bodies barely swaying. If you didn't look at their surroundings, you could throw them into a dance party and they wouldn't look out of place at all.

[If you don't understand, just ask: Is this dancing? Oh my~ Ovo (Don't ask me why my eyes are different sizes, it's because I'm looking at it with a magnifying glass!)]

[So elegant! Absolutely so elegant!!!]

[Hahaha, making them look foolish is practically impossible!]

[Program Production Team: Please nail them to my pillar of shame; you two are my lifelong enemies :)]

[Even competitive sports can be turned into a romance variety show! What an amazing talent! Oh wait, what I'm watching seems to be a marriage variety show in itself... (My head is so itchy, I think I'm getting a love brain)]

Every time I see the movie star and CEO Lu, I suddenly have an epiphany: oh, I really am watching a serious dating reality show, huh? —

Perhaps to make things more difficult for the guests, a piece of wood in the middle of the bridge was missing a little bit, but the production team did not repair it.

Lu Huaijin couldn't see where he was standing, but he luckily made it across.

In contrast, Wen Yinhe was not so lucky.

When his foot accidentally sank into the collapsed area, Wen Yinhe's whole body swayed uncontrollably, and he looked like he was about to fall.

Suddenly, the two arms that were wrapped around his back tightened abruptly.

Wen Yinhe used the momentum to steady his steps, and his chest once again collided intimately with the man in front of him.

The two arms wrapped around his neck were like cast steel, tightening inwards with a forceful posture, domineeringly squeezing Wen Yinhe's breath.

Wen Yinhe was forced to press close to Lu Huaijin, his nostrils filled with the man's strong scent, mature and cold, an extremely aggressive aroma that ruthlessly invaded all of Wen Yinhe's senses.

He took a deep breath and buried his face in Lu Huaijin's neck almost obsessively. Lu Huaijin's arms were already very strong, but he did not give in either. His strong arms were almost like two nooses tightly wrapped around Lu Huaijin, as if they wanted to embed themselves into the man's flesh.

Even through the thin clothes, Wen Yinhe could clearly feel the heavy and powerful beating of Lu Huaijin's heart, which had resonated with his during the seven years they had spent together day and night.

The feeling of pressure on the chest makes it hard to breathe, and the sense of danger, like walking on thin ice, makes the heart race uncontrollably.

At the same time, Wen Yinhe heard the strong pulse on the man's neck and a deep, sexy teasing voice: "Holding me so tight... why don't you say you're dirty now? Hmm?"

Wen Yinhe was both helpless and amused.

Why hold a grudge like that?

He raised his palm and soothingly rubbed the back of Lu Huaijin's neck. His lips brushed against Lu Huaijin's sensitive earlobe unintentionally, and his soft voice carried a hint of flattery and pitifulness, as if scratching at the tip of one's heart, instantly disarming one.

"Mr. Lu, I really know I was wrong... Please forgive me."