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But maybe he was too sleepy, Lu Xinyang couldn't think of any interesting way to give a gift.

He smelled the familiar scent of Ji Rongyu in the room and felt a little tired of standing, so he simply walked over to Ji Rongyu and sat down.

Very good, this way Ji Rongyu will not be able to see where he put the cup!

Lu Xinyang no longer had to hide his feelings, and he relaxed a lot. He continued to eat his radish peels with relish, and he would eat a piece for himself and feed Ji Rongyu a piece as well.

Ji Rongyu dodged his hand: "Take it away, eating will affect my state of mind for the manuscript."

Lu Xinyang uttered an "oh" and ate his meal, then made small talk again: "How's your new novel going?"

"not bad."

"Let me take a look," Lu Xinyang said, "I'll help your readers check if you have made any typos."

He leaned over and not only looked, but also began to recite his lines: "'...Li Tiqing has absorbed his exquisite talent into making money, but what about you? Your money has disappeared like a ghost. How dare you compare with him...'"

He couldn't see what happened next because Ji Rongyu slammed his computer shut and snatched the pickled radish peel from his hand. "It's not enough for you to play the role I wrote, right? Now you want me to write a line for you to read? I'm really fed up with you."

Ji Rongyu bit off the snow-white radish skin with force as if to vent his anger. The light yellow passion fruit juice was about to drip down the edge. Then he opened his mouth slightly and took the second half of the radish into his closed lips and teeth.

Lu Xinyang knew what Ji Rongyu would taste like because the sour and sweet fruity aroma on their tongues was exactly the same.

Thinking of this, Lu Xinyang coughed a few times for no apparent reason.

After coughing, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you have other novels that you're going to make into TV series? If so, who will play the male lead?"

"It can't be you anyway." Ji Rongyu said without raising his head.

"Why?" Lu Xinyang was quite surprised. "Why is it impossible?"

"This problem..." Ji Rongyu vaguely thought of some reasons, but he was not an expert after all, so he couldn't explain the relationship in detail. He could only say, "I don't quite understand it, but it's impossible anyway. Ask your agent to explain it to you later."

Lu Xinyang was a little anxious: "No! Don't change people, isn't it good that I've always been your male lead?"

"What's good about it?" Ji Rongyu looked at him in confusion, thinking to himself, I don't see the word "good" at all.

"Look at us, over the past two months, we've been working together seamlessly! We work well together and have a great relationship! And, well... well, we eat well and sleep well..."

Lu Xinyang counted on his fingers and actually managed to count one, two, three, four, and five. Ji Rongyu found it amusing, "What do you mean by good cooperation and good rapport? It's not like I'm going to play opposite you. Anyway, it's not possible. If you keep hanging around in BL dramas, your agent will climb onto the rooftop and push you off."

"No, no, that's right," Lu Xinyang said stubbornly, "Even if Sister Chang pushes me down, it won't work! I can only be your leading man!"

He didn't know why Ji Rongyu rejected him. Anyway, he thought in his mind that Ji Rongyu might work with other crews in the future, watch other male stars filming, chat and sleep in the same room with others, accept big diamond-studded hats from others, make fish soup and spicy and sour chicken feet and radish peels for others... He was so angry!

"I don't care! It has to be me!" Lu Xinyang loudly emphasized his unique status. He jumped up and took out Ji Rongyu's notebook and pen with ease, and quickly wrote a line of words -

"I, Ji Rongyu, promise that the male protagonist in all my novels from now on will only be played by Lu Xinyang."

Ji Rongyu himself: "...I don't guarantee it."

"You have it!" Lu Xinyang unreasonably squeezed onto Ji Rongyu's chair, using his own weight to shake his sitting and standing posture, and then grabbed Ji Rongyu's hand to force him to sign.

"This is not something I can decide... Hey! Stop squeezing me! I'm going to fall!" Ji Rongyu struggled and said, "Can you please be reasonable?"

"I don't care! You have to show your attitude first! Attitude is very important!" Lu Xinyang held Ji Rongyu's hand tighter, his calloused fingertips clasping the other pair of slender wrist bones, and their palms were burning hot.

Unfortunately, when they were twisting their arms, Lu Xinyang accidentally hit his muscles on the back of the chair, and Ji Rongyu took the opportunity to shake him off and dodge him, falling onto his bed.

Lu Xinyang refused to let him go, and chased after him and pounced on him. The two of them lay on the bed and wrestled, rolling around and laughing until they were gasping for breath. While gasping for breath, Ji Rongyu suddenly froze.

The face above cast a pair of persistent eyes in the extremely close space. He had never been so persistent about anyone or anything before.

"You must want to choose me too, right?" Lu Xinyang said.

Ji Rongyu's heart skipped a beat, and the hand that was clasping his five fingers slid down and grabbed his wrist. Lu Xinyang was afraid that he would fail, so he simply lay on top of Ji Rongyu and held him down tightly. He held his hand in an extremely awkward position and wrote on the paper, signing "Ji Rongyu" crookedly. After thinking for a while, he added three more words "Agreed".

"That's it!" Lu Xinyang proudly put the note into his pocket and smiled happily.

"That's enough, go back to sleep!" Ji Rongyu pulled out the pillow from under his head and pushed Lu Xinyang, who was kneeling in front of him with his legs spread apart, off the bed.

Lu Xinyang was walking barefoot on the carpet. Just as he found his plush slippers that had flown far away, he heard the phone on the table ringing.

He handed the phone to Ji Rongyu, who got up from the bed and answered the call: "Hello, Grandpa."

"Oh? Hello, Grandpa. I missed you too!" Lu Xinyang sat back down, and even put his right hand on Ji Rongyu's shoulder to support his chin. Looking at the sticky look on his face as if the person calling was his grandfather.

Ji Rongyu glared at him, but he couldn't push him away, and he opened his mouth to act like a spoiled child. But before he could utter a word, he heard a barrage of curses coming from the microphone: "Oh, I'm so angry, that old lame man, if you have the guts, come out and talk to me, I want to have a huge argument with him! He carried me on his back, what a hero, what a liar..."

Lu Xinyang was so frightened that he quickly shut up. Ji Rongyu was also stunned for a moment by his yelling. After calming down, he asked, "What's wrong? Who offended you again?"

"Oh, I'm so upset!"

At this moment, Old Man Ji was speaking in dialect, and Lu Xinyang couldn't understand him if he spoke a little faster. He looked confused and tried to get closer, but Ji Rongyu had already caught a few key words.

Ji Rongyu turned over and got down from the other end of the bed, standing farther away from Lu Xinyang. Then he said, "Yeah, I'm listening. Aren't you always avoiding him? You know he's mentally ill, so why are you still arguing?"

Did they have a fight? Lu Xinyang was worried when he heard this, so he knelt on the bed and used his hands and feet to quietly crawl from the head of the bed to the foot, listening attentively.

On the phone, Ji Guanghui kept complaining. He was really angry and kept repeating a sentence two or three times. Ji Rongyu had to sort it out a little before he could understand.

It all started when Lu Xinyang drove Ji Rongyu's new car to his house during the Lunar New Year holiday. A gossipy neighbor spotted him and started spouting nonsense while visiting. One moment, he said Ji Rongyu had made a fortune and that children like us should rush over to seek his guidance. The next moment, he said Ji Rongyu must be up to no good, because how could he suddenly make so much money when he seemed quiet?

After talking enough gossip, he turned around and pretended to be enthusiastic, wanting to introduce Ji Rongyu to his cousin's niece, whom he hadn't contacted for more than ten years. Ji Guanghui couldn't stand it anymore and started arguing with him.

Ji Rongyu knew something was wrong the moment he heard it. Sure enough, his grandfather was so angry that he turned the conversation around and said to him, "It's all because of you! If you had gotten married earlier, I wouldn't have to worry about half as much!"

"...Is this my fault?" Ji Rongyu muttered softly.

"You said it yourself. If you were married, you and your wife should spend the New Year in your new house, right? I'm going to stay with you for a few days, just to show off and get you to honor me, so you should stay, right? There's nowhere else to go on that small road, so if they want to find you, they'll definitely find your house, right? That way, how can his car be seen by those people? If they can't see it, then there's no problem, right?"

At the end, Ji Guanghui roared with full energy: "Just tell me! Grandpa, am I right?"

Ji Rongyu turned his head to look at the culprit beside him. Lu Xinyang had already squatted down with his head in his hands, looking at him with a pitiful look that said, "It's not my fault."

"...Okay, blame me, blame me," Ji Rongyu said unhappily, "Grandpa, tell them tomorrow that the one driving the new car during the Spring Festival is my son, your great-grandson. I married young and there's someone to carry on my legacy, so they don't have to worry about it."

Ji Guanghui spitted out a mouthful of disgust: "Just keep blowing it!"

When he heard Lu Xinyang's silly laugh coming from the other end of the phone, he said, "My great-grandson is here too. Ask him to answer the phone!"

Lu Xinyang was really happy to be this grandson. He hugged Ji Rongyu's arm and pulled the phone to his mouth, shouting happily: "Hello, Grandpa! Long time no see, did you miss me a lot?"

"yes!"

"I miss you very much, too," Lu Xinyang said. "Ji Rongyu misses you very much, too, but definitely not as much as I do. Because he's so popular on the crew, he has to think about everyone else, but he doesn't focus on me. I only think about you!"

This guy is so sweet-mouthed. He was always sweet. Ji Guanghui on the other end of the phone kept laughing. Ji Rongyu was sandwiched in between, acting as a phone holder for the two of them. He was annoyed at first, but later he was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes. However, these fake grandfather and grandson were still being affectionate with each other.

He finally couldn't stand it anymore: "That's enough! Is that enough? Do you want to go to bed?"

“Oh, that last sentence,” Lu Xinyang raised a finger, “Just one sentence!”

"Don't say anything! I'm hanging up!" Ji Rongyu pushed him away and turned to the microphone, "Grandpa, take some pictures of the chicks at home and send them to me. How are the turtle eggs hatching? Send them to me when they're hatched. You can't send the pictures to Ke Yule. Okay, everything's fine now. Don't say anything if you have anything to say. I'm hanging up!"

The room was finally quiet. Ji Rongyu fell on the bed and rubbed his ears. Seeing that Lu Xinyang was still standing there, he immediately raised his leg and gestured at him, meaning that if he didn't leave, he would kick him.

But Lu Xinyang just looked at him and smiled, then half squatted down to pick up the note that accidentally fell on the ground and put it in his pocket, then used two fingers to pull open the corners of his mouth, mouthed "good night", and then walked out slowly with an expression as if he had had enough of the drama.

After closing the door, he stood at Ji Rongyu's door for a while, and for some reason, he felt his heart beating a little faster.

He reached into the wide pocket and found only a note inside. The cup was gone because he had stuffed it into Ji Rongyu's quilt while they were fighting on the bed.

This method was neither surprising nor gorgeous. Lu Xinyang just did it subconsciously. Looking back now, it felt like he was stealing, so his heart was beating so fast.

It was all because of the brief thought that flashed through his mind when he was lying on Ji Rongyu's bed. He touched the cup and suddenly felt that it seemed to have changed from a pleasing gift to... a kind of privacy between the two of them.

It's so strange. The lights are on and the curtains are open. Where does this sneaky sense of privacy come from?

And it was hidden too deeply. Even Lu Xinyang himself was wondering what kind of secret it was. Why did it seem like... it made his heart beat a little faster?