Chapter 85 Part 1

No interest?

Zhou Chiyu felt a bit unsettled. What did “no interest” mean?

Although he was indeed not that old, Gu Yuan couldn’t possibly be unwilling, right?

Gu Yuan could choose not to do it, but he had to at least crave it.

“Brother.”

Zhou Chiyu looked at him with a hint of grievance: “Do you need to see a specialist in men’s health?”

Gu Yuan stared at him and continued drinking water: “No need.”

“Really?”

They said young people were like dry tinder and fierce fire. They’d shared intense French kisses multiple times—didn’t Gu Yuan want it at all?

Zhou Chiyu wanted to press further but held back, afraid of hurting Gu Yuan’s pride. He feigned indifference to mask his curiosity.

While Gu Yuan blow-dried his hair, he sprawled on the bed chatting with the AI.

The AI said Gu Yuan’s behavior was indeed abnormal, but it could also mean he was sexually aloof—the legendary ascetic boyfriend type.

“Time to sleep?”

A soft depression suddenly appeared on the side by the window. Zhou Chiyu lost his balance and gently rolled toward Gu Yuan. Gu Yuan naturally wrapped an arm around his waist, rested his chin in the crook of Zhou Chiyu’s neck, and closed his eyes to rest.

Nestled in that familiar embrace, Zhou Chiyu’s earlier unease gradually faded. He wiggled his butt against Gu Yuan, pressing their bodies as tightly together as possible.

In the darkness, a pair of bright, sparkling eyes opened.

As expected, Gu Yuan felt nothing.

The AI was right; Gu Yuan was somewhat sexually aloof.

But…

Zhou Chiyu burrowed into Gu Yuan’s arms like a fuzzy caterpillar.

He didn’t mind these things. He and Gu Yuan could have a pure love.

Soon, the quiet camper van filled with his even breathing. Gu Yuan extended his arm from under the blanket; his palm was soaked almost damp with sweat.

Zhou Chiyu had never been a sound sleeper since childhood. Even after falling deeply asleep, he would occasionally kick Gu Yuan or tug at his ear.

Gu Yuan stroked Zhou Chiyu’s waist, adjusting his sleeping position. His long fingers naturally cupped Zhou Chiyu’s cheek, as if tracing a landscape painting he dared not commit to fully. Carefully, he pressed his lips to that soft petal.

He knew what Zhou Chiyu was thinking, but until the elders accepted their relationship, he couldn’t cross that line for now.

The next morning, Zhou Chiyu’s phone vibration woke him.

The voice on the other end was extremely loud, instantly banishing his sleepiness.

“Come home early tonight with your brother. I want to take you both to an important dinner.”

Zhou Chiyu’s voice was soft and lazy as he buried his head in the pillow, letting the intense sunlight outside the camper van spill across his back.

Like a little turtle, he slowly flipped over: “Oh… got it.”

The luggage he’d brought had been packed by Gu Yuan. Still groggy, he glanced around and spotted a neatly folded set of clothes on the sofa.

“Overalls?”

He’d worn these often as a child. The pair Gu Yuan picked were lemon yellow, paired with a beige jacket—perfect for the winter vibe.

After washing up, he hopped out and immediately saw the group cooking hotpot.

“Brother.”

Zhou Chiyu jogged over, starving with his chest practically touching his back: “You ate all the good stuff by yourself without calling me.”

The words carried a tone of accusation.

Gu Yuan rose from his chair and offered it to Zhou Chiyu. At first, Zhou Chiyu didn’t understand, but when he felt the warm seat, he belatedly realized Gu Yuan’s thoughtfulness.

The Camping Base had prepared hotpot for lunch. The weather wasn’t too cold that day, making it pleasant to eat outside.

“You’re wronging your brother here.”

Wang Yang spoke up for Gu Yuan: “We had to prepare these ingredients ourselves. Your brother said you were tired yesterday and told us not to wake you.”

“Exactly. If it were my mom, she’d have nagged me to death.”

Chen Qiming thought Zhou Chiyu was being a bit much. Gu Yuan had been bustling about since early morning, handling enough work for three people just to ensure no one resented Zhou Chiyu for sleeping in.

He’d initially thought Gu Yuan seemed cold and unapproachable, but after some time together, he found the man had a surprisingly mild temper.

Bombarded by everyone’s words, Zhou Chiyu didn’t dare retort. He sat dejectedly beside Gu Yuan and discovered that Gu Yuan had even made Fresh Meat Small Wontons.

“Beef and carrot.”

Gu Yuan ladled a bowl for Zhou Chiyu: “Eat it while it’s hot.”

The rich broth was savory and thick. Zhou Chiyu obediently took the bowl, scooping up a big mouthful of mushrooms and beef. His hunger and the chill vanished instantly.

“Brother, when did you learn to make wontons?”

Zhou Chiyu noticed no one else’s bowls had any. He spooned one out: “Did you all finish them already?”

“Wontons?” Gu Yuan and Wang Yang said in unison.

Seeing Zhou Chiyu’s innocent expression, Wang Yang teased: “We don’t get that treatment. The wrappers were made fresh dough this morning—Gu Yuan made them just for you.”

That morning while kneading dough, Gu Yuan had told everyone about Zhou Chiyu’s habit: if he woke up late, he liked to drink the soup first before lunch.

Wang Yang inwardly envied him. As expected of a young master from a wealthy family—raised so delicately.

Still, he felt Gu Yuan was far less delicate than Zhou Chiyu.

“Got it, got it.” Zhou Chiyu’s tone quickened with a coquettish flair. He glanced at Gu Yuan, fed him one wonton, then contentedly enjoyed his meal.

Chen Qiming found it cheesy and joked: “You brothers are so close—did you sleep together last night?”

“No—”

Zhou Chiyu reflexively denied: “My boyfriend would get mad.”

Gu Yuan glanced sideways at him, listening as he continued fabricating: “After all, guys and guys have boundaries. If my boyfriend found out I slept with another man, he’d break my legs.”

Wang Yang chimed in: “Huh? Your boyfriend’s that violent?”