Chapter 59 Part 1

The sound system on the terrace suddenly paused. Someone whistled, and cheers erupted one after another.

Zhou Chiyu naturally understood the meaning of “crush,” and his earlobes turned red abruptly. Even his voice became extremely unnatural. “Bro, why did you say it like that?”

Gu Yuan loosely circled Zhou Chiyu’s waist, his voice utterly calm. “I just wanted to say it.”

A Mexican boy named Juan pulled out his phone and aimed the lens at the two of them. “I’ve known Gu Yuan for so long, and he finally has a boyfriend.”

Gu Yuan gently covered Zhou Chiyu’s face, signaling Juan to turn off the camera and delete the recording. “He’s not quite my boyfriend yet. I’m pursuing him.”

The whistles and cheers grew even more enthusiastic than before. Although Zhou Chiyu had always been a social butterfly since childhood, he still felt a bit awkward in such a situation.

“Bro, your friends are too enthusiastic.”

He tightly held Gu Yuan’s arm, like a shy little wife. Little did he know that in the eyes of the boy in the blue hoodie, he looked green and adorable, and the gaze fixed on him grew increasingly infatuated.

“Yuan, if possible, I’d like to compete with you.”

The boy in the blue hoodie was named Archer. His smile was confident and sunny. “I have a feeling Little Sweetheart will like me.”

Gu Yuan glanced lightly at Archer, his gaze ultimately landing on Zhou Chiyu’s face. “Little Fish, is his feeling accurate?”

The question seemed directed at Zhou Chiyu, but Gu Yuan didn’t say it in Chinese. Everyone else present could understand.

“Mm, I think it’s pretty accurate.”

Zhou Chiyu deliberately replied in Chinese and flashed a provocative smile at Gu Yuan.

He knew what Gu Yuan wanted to hear, but he refused to say it.

“Yuan, what did he say?” Archer looked at Zhou Chiyu expectantly. “I don’t understand Chinese.”

Gu Yuan’s gaze locked firmly on Zhou Chiyu’s face—gentle, yet laced with a strong possessiveness and jealousy.

“He said you don’t have a chance.”

Archer’s face clearly fell in defeat, and his friends around him teased him. “Archer! You’re too lame!”

“I didn’t expect Little Sweetheart to be so ruthless.”

“A textbook case of bravely pursuing love and failing.”

Zhou Chiyu’s eyes quietly glanced at Gu Yuan. The wrist hidden behind him was gripped tightly by the other, rendering it immobile.

“We’ve known each other for a long time.” Gu Yuan led Zhou Chiyu to take a seat. “Fourteen years.”

He poured a glass of juice. “Unless you’ve known each other that long too, but that’s impossible.”

Archer was utterly shocked. “You guys are neighbors?”

“Childhood sweethearts.” Gu Yuan said it once in Chinese, then explained in English.

“That’s so cool!” Archer felt he had no chance at all. After all, Gu Yuan and the Little Sweetheart he liked were childhood sweethearts together since they were kids. “Then I can only wish you happiness.”

“Thanks.” Gu Yuan handed the juice to Zhou Chiyu. As he leaned down, the wind-swept strands of his hair brushed against Zhou Chiyu’s burning ear. “Was my translation accurate?”

Zhou Chiyu held the glass cup, his voice soft and sticky. “Will I get silenced if I tell the truth?”

Gu Yuan smiled. “Maybe, so you can tell a white lie.”

Zhou Chiyu blinked cutely. “The translation was very fitting.”

Gu Yuan raised his finger and gently rubbed Zhou Chiyu’s flushed cheek, finally hovering near those rosy lips.

“You got some pulp on it.”

His fingertip slowly covered the soft lips, his thumb gently brushing over the lip’s peak. Amber eyes reflected Zhou Chiyu’s flustered expression.

“Thanks.” Zhou Chiyu dodged a little, his eyes looking away.

Gu Yuan withdrew his fingertip and stared at the moist sheen on it. He leisurely pulled out a tissue and wiped it dry.

Zhou Chiyu signaled to the waiter. “I’d like another glass of juice.”

“There’s some right here. I’ll pour it for you.” Gu Yuan poured another glass for Zhou Chiyu, his tone rising slightly. “We’re going to eat soon, Little Sweetheart. Don’t drink too much.”

“D-Don’t call me that.” Zhou Chiyu completely avoided meeting Gu Yuan’s eyes. He took the juice and buried his head desperately, inadvertently exposing his fair nape, tinged with a faint blush.

Gu Yuan stared at the person sipping with his head down, like a hunter admiring the butterfly he had captured. A hint of aggressive tenderness hid in his eyes.

“Yuan, today’s theme is the metaverse party.”

Juan leaned against his computer. “No problem, right?”

Gu Yuan replied, “Of course no problem. My crush and I are a team.”

Zhou Chiyu’s social anxiety was about to flare up. He forced himself to ignore Gu Yuan’s term of address and peered at Juan’s computer. “But I don’t really understand this stuff.”

“No worries. You just need to be my Muse Male God.” Gu Yuan opened his own computer setup. “What I need to do is simple: assemble these floating, interactive holographic codes into a party scene with social functions. You’re the best at party setup, aren’t you?”

“Mm, I’m pretty good at it.”

Zhou Chiyu had experience planning parties since he was five.

“Just tell me how you want to design it.”

“My idea?” Zhou Chiyu thought for a moment. “Then let’s start with two eight-year-old little boys.”

Gu Yuan understood immediately. “What about their appearances?”

Zhou Chiyu touched his chin. “One is handsome, dashing, mighty, and cool, but a bit short and slightly chubby.”

“And the other?”

“The other is devastatingly beautiful, like a Sleeping Beauty!”