AFMD : Chapter 2 (part 2)

Annual Meeting.

The first collaboration between the boy group and girl group kicked off with an explosive opening dance, pushing the atmosphere to its peak. Tickets were hard to come by, and countless fans eagerly awaited the live broadcast.

The company had hoped that the collaboration between the boy group and girl group would generate massive online traffic. They had expected to buy some hot topics, but unexpectedly, Fu Zhen and Gu Miao created their own big news. Well, it didn’t cost anything to pull it off, so it was still considered a good outcome.

After the opening dance, #Boy Group Leader and Girl Group Lead Dancer# immediately trended on social media.

“Why did Gu Miao follow Fu Zhen when they left the stage? Was he glued to him?”
“Please don’t throw yourselves at Gu Miao, our brother deserves the best.”
“Our little Nian Nian can’t tell left from right, please refrain from making inappropriate assumptions.”
“This dance is so sensual, I need a blood transfusion!!!”
“If you can’t tell left from right, can you not tell male from female? Are you blind? If you say there’s no affair between them, who would believe it??!!”
“Ahhh, I officially support them entering the adult film industry!”
“Clearly the same moves, why does only this pair look so seductive and intense?”
“I quickly cleared my hard drive just to preserve the beautiful love between this pair!”

Onlookers analyzed each frame of the performance, magnifying and dissecting every detail.
Case closed.

It was Fu Zhen’s gaze! It looked like he wanted to devour Gu Miao!
And there was Gu Miao, with the face of a high mountain flower, occasionally showing signs of restraint, shame, and urgency, his face blushing to the point of bleeding.
Someone summarized: “It’s just like the foreplay in a gay video!”
“Although the conclusion upstairs is incorrect, but… let me, let me say something.”
“Am I the only one who thinks Gu Miao’s chest is a bit bigger than before?”
“Damn! Could it be because…”

Because Fu Zhen chose the wrong size for Gu Miao’s chest.
With the girl group’s darling matched up with the boy group leader, fans from both sides began to brawl, causing chaos.
…
However, the main actors were preoccupied. When Gu Miao was halfway through the opening dance, he suddenly felt something wrong with his chest. At first, he thought it was just his heart beating too violently, but upon closer examination, he realized it wasn’t just his heartbeat.

Gu Miao reflexively looked at Fu Zhen’s hand, which was fine, very gentlemanly.
Having grown up this way, Gu Miao was good at enduring. Otherwise, he couldn’t have pretended to be mute for so many years.

The fingers of Gu Miao’s hand resting on Fu Zhen’s waist were stimulated and clenched together, leaving four red marks.
He took a sharp intake of breath, almost screaming in front of the national audience.
Even Gu Miao, despite his naivety, realized that there was something wrong with that fake chest. It was too soft to stand up properly. He could only, between movements, grit his teeth and use his eyes to signal Fu Zhen: turn it off!
Fu Zhen was particularly satisfied with this remote-controlled, soundless, realistic fake chest. It took him a moment to realize that during the previous move where he held Gu Miao’s waist from the side, Gu Miao’s elbow had accidentally pressed the remote control in his pocket.
The music festival didn’t stop because of their little incident, and in front of everyone, Fu Zhen couldn’t possibly pull out a remote control from his pocket.
“Hold on, sorry,” Fu Zhen apologized, his face showing regret.
Just when Gu Miao thought things couldn’t get any worse, he realized that the thing could also change gears.
Because he kept bumping into the remote.
Gu Miao’s face grew redder and redder, but he remained dedicated, stepping in rhythm without missing a beat, not even flinching when Fu Zhen vented his frustration by stepping on his foot twice.
As the stage darkened, Gu Miao leaned against Fu Zhen and sighed in relief, but suddenly heard a slight click, and the fake chest seemed to be about to fall off.

Fu Zhen hadn’t anticipated this twist either and quickly pressed Gu Miao against him. Gu Miao tensed up and dared not move. He couldn’t use force, it was too indecent. So he could only stick to Fu Zhen, barely concealing the situation between them with the friction and compression between their bodies.

At the curtain call, everyone saw them clinging to each other like Siamese twins. After the boy group and girl group danced passionately, they parted like Moses splitting the sea, but Gu Miao didn’t go to the girl group’s side. Instead, he stuck to Fu Zhen.
The scene was somewhat ambiguous and awkward.
Members of both the boy group and girl group stared at each other, with question marks popping up in their heads.

The host almost wanted to thrust the microphone into their mouths but thought of one mute and one equivalent to a mute¹, and resisted with a smile.
As they moved backstage, Fu Zhen bent down to lift Gu Miao on his back. Gu Miao buried his face in Fu Zhen’s shoulder, his hands eagerly searching Fu Zhen’s pockets, inside and out.
Where was the remote control?
“Cough.” Fu Zhen coughed lightly, reminding Gu Miao, whose hands had disheveled his clothes.
Everyone was watching.
Gu Miao raised his head and saw the female group leader looking at them with a pained and urgent expression. He awkwardly withdrew his hand from Fu Zhen’s collar.
It’s not what you think!
But he was mute.
Fu Zhen briefly explained, “He twisted his foot.”
Gu Miao turned Fu Zhen’s head, glanced at his chest with his eyes, lifted his chin, and scratched Fu Zhen’s neck with his fingers.
Quick! Say I’m helping you scratch an itch!
Fu Zhen felt those two touches as if they were scratching at his heart. Gu Miao was like a proud little cat, exposing his soft belly, inviting him to touch. He’s seducing me!
So without saying a word, Fu Zhen decisively carried Gu Miao back to his own room. Gu Miao: ………

Other members of the girl group and boy group: …Should we, celebrate?

equivalent to a mute : Talking about FZ, he’s not very talkative either