Gu Miao was heavily thrown onto the soft big bed, and as soon as Fu Zhen closed the door, he tore open his stage costume and slammed the fake chest into Fu Zhen’s face. But when he looked up, he saw Fu Zhen staring straight at his chest. Glancing down, he saw— the clothes worn by the girl group members were always designed to be less modest, with some areas adorned with embroidery, black straps, and sequins. When ripped by Gu Miao, the level of explicitness soared.
Fu Zhen caught the fake chest, threw it aside, then turned to hug Gu Miao, gently pressing him onto the bed. His eyes flickered with fiery desire as one hand wrapped around Gu Miao’s waist, while the other slipped into his clothing.
Gu Miao felt Fu Zhen’s passion, his body trembling slightly. He knew that this moment had finally arrived, the surge of emotions between them was about to erupt.
Their breaths began to quicken, heartbeats racing.
Beside him, Gu Miao took a closer look and realized that when he threw it at Fu Zhen’s face, something seemed to have landed near his mouth.
White in color.
He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his expression blank, his mind blank for three seconds. Milk? No, it couldn’t be his, it must be from the fake chest itself.
“It’s sweet, taste it.” Suddenly, Fu Zhen pressed down on the back of his head, kissing his slightly parted lips, then lightly brushing against his upper palate before pulling away.
A faint sweet milk scent mingled with mint.
Gu Miao’s mind went blank, every brain cell refusing to contemplate the current situation. He could only think of irrelevant questions like, “Would this liquid spoil if it stayed in the fake chest for two days?” So, with an affectionate gaze, he looked at Fu Zhen who was deeply engrossed in kissing.
Oh no, what am I thinking! Why don’t I push him away?
Gu Miao screamed silently.
Unable to resist, he slapped Fu Zhen’s occiput hard, my first kiss is ruined!
Fu Zhen spread his arms, locking Gu Miao’s upper body in a tight embrace, his scorching breath spraying onto Gu Miao’s neck, scalding hot.
Struggling out of his arms, Gu Miao’s clothes fell off again in the process. He knelt on the bed, pointing solemnly at his chest, his manhood, and the indistinct Adam’s apple, trying hard to display his gender, even flexing his arms to show off his biceps like Superman.
Because he spent several hours practicing dancing every day, his arms were covered with a thin layer of muscle, chubby and cute, not exaggerated.
He looked at Fu Zhen meaningfully: You’re so focused on chest and boobs, you must be a straight guy, take a good look at my muscles and big manhood!
Afraid that Fu Zhen might not understand his meaning, Gu Miao repeated the gesture, more earnestly than a news channel’s sign language interpreter.
However, Fu Zhen had never learned sign language. Their communication relied solely on typing on their phones. To have more communication channels, he had enrolled in a sign language class yesterday, but obviously, he couldn’t learn it overnight.
He could guess what Gu Miao meant, so he watched Gu Miao’s gestures attentively, finding Gu Miao’s earnest explanation incredibly adorable.
Fu Zhen pulled Gu Miao’s hand down and kissed the back of it affectionately, deliberately misinterpreting his meaning: “You said you have good stamina?”
No—Gu Miao almost choked on his words.
“I know,” Fu Zhen chuckled, meaningfully, “You practice dancing for seven hours every day.”
Gu Miao: …You’re taking advantage of the fact that I can’t speak, aren’t you?
The manager might not be able to hold back from bursting into laughter.
Gu Miao lamented in his heart, a mute encountering a hooligan, it’s hard to argue with reason.
Seeing enough of Gu Miao’s aggrieved expression, Fu Zhen stopped teasing him, and kissed the tip of his nose gently. “Let me give you a kiss, okay?”
That voice was simply too tempting, bordering on being pregnant-inducing! Gu Miao couldn’t speak, but his body was more honest. He gave up struggling and flipped over under Fu Zhen, pretending to be dead with his back facing him.
Gu Miao’s back was adorned with intricate black satin and complex straps, with fair skin peeking through, perfectly accentuating the graceful shoulder blades.
“I want to hear your voice,” Fu Zhen’s index and middle fingers lightly touched Gu Miao’s vocal cords as he murmured softly.
Gu Miao bit down on the pillow, tears welling up, pleading silently not to embarrass a mute like this.
Aren’t you afraid of hearing something limp?
Fu Zhen coaxed, “As long as it’s your voice, I like it.”
Before the sound could escape his throat, Gu Miao embraced Fu Zhen’s neck tightly, pulling him down to kiss.
…
Meanwhile the hot searches exploded.
The top five were all related to Fu Zhen and Gu Miao, with the first being #Gu Miao suspected of pregnancy#.
After messing around until late at night, seeing this explosive news early in the morning, Gu Miao’s head was numb, almost thinking that the whole world knew what he and Fu Zhen had done last night.
Impossible.
I can’t be pregnant! We didn’t even go all the way!
Gu Miao calmly crawled out of Fu Zhen’s embrace. Fu Zhen was still asleep, reflexively locking his arms.
“Ah…” Gu Miao couldn’t help but cry out in pain as his waist throbbed with agony in his still foggy mind.
His voice was like a piece of cool jade, but after soaking in a hot spring all night, there was a soft, kitten-like whimper.
Fu Zhen turned over, still not awake.
Gu Miao cautiously got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, bombarding his manager with text messages.
[“I don’t care, clarify it immediately!”]
Nowadays, netizens’ imaginations were too rich. Seeing them holding hands, they immediately jumped to imagining the name of their second child.
Their solid evidence for Gu Miao’s pregnancy was that his chest had gotten bigger!
Can someone in their twenties suddenly grow bigger for no reason?
If it’s not pregnancy, then what is it?
Just think about Gu Miao’s movements in the video. Even after just one dance, he was exhausted and had to lean on Fu Zhen to rest, finding it difficult to even thank the audience!
If it’s not pregnancy, then what is it! Quickly go back to take care of the baby, stop jumping around, @Fu Zhen, hurry up and take care of your wife, otherwise you’ll be identified as a scumbag.
Followed by a row of @Fu Zhen.
Gu Miao’s chest didn’t get bigger, but his head did.
As a tough guy with iron bones and steel tendons, Gu Miao never thought that one day, he would have to clarify to the public that he wasn’t pregnant!
The manager earnestly advised him: It won’t actually happen, this is all just ready-made hype. You can’t always stay in the girl group, why not take this opportunity to announce your retirement and switch to the boy group? It’s another path, and the company has already planned out your route…
Gu Miao pouted: No, I can’t get past this hurdle in my heart. Feeling unjustified.jpg
The manager, helpless: Alright, then how about you and the leader of the boy group…
“Let’s clarify together, thank you.”
“This is a bit difficult, isn’t it…?” The manager hesitated. After last night’s hot search, the company immediately held a meeting to discuss whether to clarify. For idols like them, staying single was also a form of professionalism. But Fu Zhen personally made it clear that they shouldn’t.
Gu Miao remained very calm. After experiencing the unscientific side of Fu Zhen, there hadn’t been a moment where he felt as calm as now.
This could be deadly.
He was about to reiterate to the manager the importance and necessity of being single for idols and the career Waterloo that love could bring to the male group leader meticulously crafted by the company, when suddenly a shadow loomed over him.
A knobby hand snatched away his phone, quickly typing out a message for him.
—Then admit it.
Gu Miao snatched back his phone, staring wide-eyed at the message that had already been sent, shooting daggers with his gaze.
[“You—!”]
Fu Zhen kissed him on the lips, causing Gu Miao to suddenly stop his accusations. Glancing at the word “pregnant” followed by an explosion, he immediately exploded again, grabbing the collar of Fu Zhen’s pajamas to settle the score. However, his grip was too loose, and he couldn’t catch hold, losing all his momentum in the end.
Gu Miao jabbed at the phone screen furiously, wishing he could poke through the screen and erase the hot search.
Is all this your doing? The false breasts are one thing, but changing size and letting the netizens notice!
Fu Zhen chuckled, reaching out to touch Gu Miao’s pouting face. “Sorry, my estimate was off. I’ll make sure netizens don’t notice next time.”
Gu Miao nodded sullenly, realizing on the way to breakfast with Fu Zhen that he had misdirected his anger.
“There won’t be a next time.” Gu Miao gestured in Fu Zhen’s palm.
The male group was about to embark on a concert tour, keeping Fu Zhen busy with hardly a moment to rest. The whole team was traveling across the country, but Gu Miao had his own career and naturally couldn’t tag along randomly.
The teammates were all quietly dating, with girlfriends bringing heartwarming drinks backstage right after performances, but the team leader was a lonely man. The teammates knew they couldn’t let the team leader feel left out, so whenever they had free time, they slipped away quickly. Who didn’t know that their team leader had failed in his pursuit of the girl group’s dance captain and was now irritable? Whoever got on his bad side would be unlucky.
Fu Zhen sat in front of the dressing room mirror, getting his makeup removed by the makeup artist while browsing entertainment news.
A week ago, Gu Miao had texted him saying his finger was injured from practicing dancing, so he wouldn’t be able to send messages for a while. At that time, Fu Zhen was so worried that he almost left the concert to go to the hospital. However, when he checked the news, it turned out that Gu Miao had only cut his finger and patched it up with a band-aid.
Looking at that message again, it seemed to be filled with joy between the lines—they couldn’t make voice calls, and now they didn’t even need to send messages.
Fu Zhen looked at the good morning and good night messages he had sent to Gu Miao, feeling like they were sinking into the abyss, and couldn’t help but smile helplessly. That ungrateful brat, escaping faster than anyone else.
He’ll deal with him after the concert tour ends.
The girl group was never short of coverage, easily making it onto major portal websites. Fu Zhen scrolled down and stopped at a group photo. The introduction provided by the website was praising Gu Miao’s physique with five hundred words, hinting that the previous pregnancy rumors were false. When he looked at the comments below, many people were fantasizing about Gu Miao, and Fu Zhen’s heart was suddenly filled with an inexplicable sense of irritation.
He first sent a text to Gu Miao, but got no reply. Then he thought for a moment and made a phone call.
Gu Miao was taking a shower and didn’t see who was calling before answering. Besides the manager who knew the truth, ordinary people wouldn’t call a mute.
He was about to speak when Fu Zhen’s voice came from the other end of the line: “Reply to my text.”
Gu Miao had to pull himself back from the brink, a syllable getting stuck in his throat and almost choking him.
“?It’s getting cold, wear more clothes.?”
What was a good reply to this?
Gu Miao pondered for three minutes before responding with a simple “Oh.”
Seeing that Gu Miao didn’t catch onto his deeper meaning, Fu Zhen tactfully added, “Like today’s stage outfit, showing your belly button is easy to catch a cold.”
Gu Miao’s eyes lit up, immediately understanding Fu Zhen’s implication but pretending to be clueless. [“You too, don’t catch a cold. Good night.”]
He turned off his phone, feeling smug as he touched his flat stomach. With today’s stage photos out, who would dare say he’s pregnant?!
He smirked to himself, determined to clear up the pregnancy rumors with sheer force. He wouldn’t stand for it.
