After touching them, he quickly put his hands behind his back, looked up at Yin Chengjue with an innocent expression, and explained: "I... I just tripped a moment ago..."
Rong Yu blinked, pressed his lips into a thin line, and tried his best to act cute.
Yin Chengjue: "..." So weird, yet so adorable.
"Let's sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow to record the variety show." Yin Chengjue simply scooped Rong Yu up by the waist, carried him to the bed, and gently set him down.
Rong Yu promptly rolled over on the bed, rolling all the way to the other side before rolling right back, his eyes full of pleading: "Brother, can I hold you while we sleep tonight?"
The corner of Yin Chengjue's mouth twitched.
During this period since their "sponsorship" relationship was established, whether he stayed overnight at Rong Yu's dorm or cautiously avoided paparazzi to bring Rong Yu back to his own home, the two had basically never slept apart. However, as time went on, Yin Chengjue noticed a problem.
Except for the occasional times when Rong Yu was too tired from filming and slept soundly through the night, most mornings, Yin Chengjue would wake up to find himself held tightly in Rong Yu's embrace.
At first glance, this might not seem like a problem.
However, the key point was that when they fell asleep each night, it was always Yin Chengjue who was holding Rong Yu in his arms.
Holding the smaller figure in his arms, locking him in the crook of his arm, resting his chin on the other's head, occasionally nuzzling the soft hair, kneading and squeezing the other's lean waist and soft buttocks—what a blissful feeling!
Yet, when he opened his eyes the next day, the soft, cute person he had been holding was gone. Instead, he was the one being held tightly by the other—arms locked around his neck, legs locked around his waist—as if he were a giant human body pillow, clutched firmly by Rong Yu.
Yin Chengjue didn't know where Rong Yu got such strength. Several times, it took some effort to move those arms and legs away without waking Rong Yu.
Whenever Yin Chengjue asked about it, Rong Yu would put on an innocent expression and ask, "What's wrong with that? Brother likes holding me while sleeping, and I want to hold brother while sleeping too."
Logically, this shouldn't be a conflicting issue, but...
Yin Chengjue: "You can hold my waist."
Rong Yu: "But I want to hold brother's neck too."
Yin Chengjue: "...Is my neck more appealing than my waist?"
Whenever the conversation reached this point, Rong Yu would show a shy expression: "Not really. If I had to compare, brother's waist is actually more appealing."
And then the conversation couldn't continue.
Because once Rong Yu praised him to that extent, Yin Chengjue felt that if he didn't properly "demonstrate," he really wouldn't be a normal, healthy man in his prime.
So, to this day, Yin Chengjue still hadn't managed to settle the debate with Rong Yu about who should hold whom while sleeping.
"Brother?" Seeing Yin Chengjue silent for so long, Rong Yu patted the spot on the bed beside him. "Come on~"
Yin Chengjue snapped out of his brief reverie, feeling that he must get this matter clear tonight.
"Tonight, I'm going to hold you while we sleep," Yin Chengjue stated seriously.
Rong Yu: "Okay."
Yin Chengjue stepped onto the bed, placing his hands on either side of Rong Yu's head, and emphasized again: "I mean, it will stay that way until tomorrow morning!" Not the scenario where he ended up as a life-sized body pillow, held so tightly that he woke up feeling nearly suffocated.
Rong Yu looked troubled: "But brother, I can't control what I do after I fall asleep!"
"Don't worry about that." Yin Chengjue smiled gently and pulled out a coil of rope from his backpack.
Rong Yu's eyes widened in disbelief: "Brother! How could you do this to me?"
Under that gaze, Yin Chengjue also felt he might be going a bit too far. But after countless attempts—holding the other tightly before sleep, only to wake up being held instead—he felt he had no choice but to resort to this last resort.
"Be good, I'll tie it loosely. It won't hurt. I just want to wake up and see you lying obediently in my arms." Yin Chengjue looped the rope around Rong Yu's neck.
The rope was made of leather, crafted to be very soft. Simply lying against the skin and being tied wouldn't feel uncomfortable (using it for purposes like whipping was another matter entirely).
Rong Yu grabbed the rope, his expression complex: "Did brother specially custom-make this for me?"
Yin Chengjue: "Yes."
"Alright then." Rong Yu put his wrists together and raised them in front of Yin Chengjue, saying plaintively, "Then you have to tie it gently."
Yin Chengjue suddenly felt terribly cruel, as if he were abusing the other.
"Maybe... let's just forget it?" Yin Chengjue sighed and moved to remove the rope already around Rong Yu's neck.
"Don't!" Rong Yu quickly stopped him. "Actually... actually, I also want to wake up in the morning lying in brother's arms. And this thing doesn't hurt when tied, I can barely feel it. Let's just try it tonight."
Yin Chengjue: "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure! Go ahead and tie me!"
Rong Yu wore a determined expression, offering his hands and feet to Yin Chengjue.
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