Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Even though Pei Zhen had never been in love, he knew that society didn’t tolerate homosexuality in general.

To make it worse, both of them were popular celebrities and closely watched by millions. If it ever came to light, what would happen to Fu Sichen then?

Would he persist, or would he give up?

What if he had to give up his career, would he be able to take the blow of losing everything? It was difficult to climb from the valley to the peak and even harder to fall from the peak into the valley.

Pei Zhen though of his own parents, and of Fu Sichen’s parents.

Both were the only sons in their families. If they decided to be together, would they be seen to be seditious, would they hurt their parents?

Pei Zhen inwardly took a deep breath and shifted his gaze onto Fu Sichen. They stared into each other’s eyes and saw the same deep feelings.

“Fu Sichen.” As though trying to get a confirmation, but at the same time issuing a warning, Pei Zhen asked once more, “Are you sure you wouldn’t regret provoking me?”

Fu Sichen looked into Pei Zhen’s eyes in silence and slightly parted his lower lip, unable to hide his surprise. After a long pause, he suddenly laughed. “Pei Zhen, do you think so lowly of me?”

It was Pei Zhen’s turn to be surprised.

“So you think my feelings for you are a matter of playing house? That I think it’s a passing fad, mere curiosity, or just my impulsiveness?”

“I…” That time around Pei Zhen was caught off-guard. Fu Sichen’s gaze was fiery, and it scorched Pei Zhen to the point that he had no comeback. The hand that was gripping Fu Sichen’s shirt collar was slowly cramping up and weakening.

“Regret? My only regret is not having told you my feelings earlier. These days I’ve been thinking, if I had been earlier and more actively pursued you, then I’d have had more time to hold you in my embrace. If I could have you today, who cares if the world falls apart tomorrow.”

“Pei Zhen… you will never know how long I’ve loved you.” Fu Sichen himself had forgotten when it was that the Little Brat Pei had completely conquered his heart.

His expression was serious, and his gaze was deeply intense.

His hand clenched tight, and his passion turned into warmness, traveling from his palm to every corner of his heart.

Pei Zhen’s face gradually reddened as he choked on words that refused to come. But words were useless as everything turned blank for Pei Zhen.

“Pei Pei…” Fu Sichen sighed softly, sliding one hand towards Pei Zhen’s back to hold him in a light embrace. He almost pleaded, “Give me a chance.”

Pei Zhen felt his throat burning. Unconsciously, he curled his fingers, “I…”

“Sichen.”

“Pei Pei.”

At that point, they were interrupted by the sound of someone opening the front door. The two great managers Wang Youquan and Xiao Nian entered the apartment together.

“Pei Pei, the director, he… he… he…”

Their gazes fell on the two men who were in a most awkward position. Xiao Nian was stunned as though hit by lightning, the rest of the words lodged in his throat and he could only manage a repetitive ‘He… he… he…’.

“What?” Having been interrupted, the tender yet awkward moment suddenly disappeared. Pei Zhen ignored Fu Sichen and got onto his feet, smoothing out his clothes as he asked, “What about the director?”

“Oh, y-yes. The director wishes to start filming tonight.”

After settling his work in the office, Xiao Nian had received a call from the director. He learned that the leading lady had to bring forward the filming as she was unavailable the next day.

Although they felt bad about it, they hoped that Pei Zhen could accommodate the change.

“I came to get you.” After saying that, Xiao Nian looked at Fu Sichen, and directed his next remarks at Pei Zhen. “He hit you?”

How dare that man hit his artiste!