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Lu Huan found himself at a loss for words for a while.
An extended silence hung in the air until Yu Baihan finally pocketed his phone.
He inwardly sighed, thinking, “I said that so casually, how could someone’s luck be this bad?”
No doubt, the unfortunate coffee table played a major role in this drama.
Meanwhile, Si Wei’s mournful cries still echoed, hinting that he would need to resort to crawling if he wanted to summon room service.
Observing the scene, Yu Baihan decided to take action. He glanced toward the commotion, then turned on his heels and re-entered the room to press the service button.
From behind him, a cool voice inquired, “Did you call for room service?”
“Yes,” Yu Baihan affirmed. He pivoted and discovered Lu Huan leaning against the balcony door, his expression far from welcoming.
What kind of expression is that?
Before Yu Baihan could speak, there was a knock at the door.
Suspending his words, he moved to open the door, revealing the waiter standing on the threshold. “What may I assist you with, sir?” the waiter inquired.
Simultaneously, a faint, teasing laugh drifted through the air. “Why, are you trying to rescue your beloved brother?”
Yu Baihan cast a puzzled glance at Lu Huan. What absurd notions are you uttering?
Turning back to the waiter, he proceeded to place his order. “I’ll have a steak and a bottle of red wine, please.”
Upon concluding his order, he addressed Lu Huan again. “Would you like anything?”
This occasion seems worth celebrating without much fuss.
Lu Huan, however, remained noncommittal…
Several seconds passed before he finally responded, “No, thank you.”
“Very well,” Yu Baihan said, wrapping up the interaction with the waiter. Observing Lu Huan’s continued presence by the balcony, he issued a reminder, “Come inside and lock the door.”
After all, he didn’t want to see another Shan San’er.
He hasn’t had his supper yet.
“………”
Using the back of his hand, Lu Huan secured the balcony door and re-entered the room. The waiter was about to depart when he halted, uttering, “Hold on a moment.”
In response to his pause, the waiter halted. Lu Huan’s gaze flicked to Yu Baihan’s slightly flushed countenance. “No need for the red wine, replace it with milk.”
Instantly, Yu Baihan’s head swiveled. It was a bold move for milk to stand in as a substitute!
Lu Huan’s demeanor remained unchanged. “You do have a glass of milk daily at home, don’t you?”
Oh, right. Tall body.
Turning his attention back to the waiter, Yu Baihan instructed, “Alright then, milk it is.”
…
The steak and milk arrived promptly.
Yu Baihan settled at the cooking counter to enjoy his meal, while Lu Huan casually perused a tablet opposite him.
Judging by the time, Si Wei must have crawled his way back by now.
Yu Baihan was lost in thought when he faintly caught the sound of an ambulance siren emanating from the hotel’s ground floor.
He perked up, skewering a slice of steak with his fork. Rising from his seat, he positioned himself behind the glass door to peer out.
From the split-level balcony that offered a view of the scene downstairs, he observed the commotion. Amidst the chaos, the sardine-like Si Wei was being loaded onto a stretcher and placed into an ambulance.
Yu Baihan watched with a mixture of satisfaction and a tinge of remorse. “Indeed, I should have opted for some red wine.”
Lu Huan leaned casually on the other side of the cooking counter. “You two are truly a pair of siblings.”
One broke his leg downstairs;
One is eating steak and having fun upstairs.
“It’s just one of my myriad virtues,” Yu Baihan quipped, turning his head to smile at Lu Huan. His fair countenance caught the moonlight filtering through the window, rendering his features particularly vibrant.
For now, the absurd drama had concluded.
Resuming his seat at the cooking counter, Yu Baihan resumed his supper after the steak, leisurely sipping the milk as he let his thoughts roam.
“Do we have any plans for tomorrow?”
Lu Huan, engrossed in his tablet, replied without looking up, “I’ll be heading back in the morning.”
“So soon?” Yu Baihan’s tone held a hint of lament.
This trip had been quite exhilarating, yet it was concluding abruptly, leaving a sense of incompleteness in its wake.
He pondered for a moment and proposed, “How about we wake up early tomorrow to catch the sunrise by the sea?”
Across the counter, Lu Huan glanced up. “Do you even know what time sunrise is?”
Yu Baihan put on an air of attentive listening.
Lu Huan retorted, “Five-thirty.”
A brief silence enveloped the cooking counter. Yu Baihan lowered his head and fiddled with his phone, prompting Lu Huan’s calm voice, “You can also check online…”
“In that case, let’s call it a night.” Yu Baihan set his alarm clock. “There’s only six hours left to sleep. Good night.”
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Lu Huan was half a meter away from him, “I’ll sleep after you sleep.”
Yu Baihan pondered, “Want to see my sleeping face again?”
Lu Huan sneered, “We must first confirm that you have temporarily lost the ability to move, otherwise I will not feel safe.”
“……”
Yu Baihan recalled the two experiences of sharing the same bed.
It turned out to be ptsd.
He buried his head in the bed in shame and closed his eyes.
…
A night without dreams.
The next morning, the sound of the alarm clock woke up the two people in bed.
[You said you love the salty sea breeze,
Walking on wet sands—]
Yu Baihan was the first to awaken, reaching over to turn off the alarm clock.
The world outside was still cloaked in darkness. Yu Baihan switched on the bedside lamp, revealing Lu Huan’s furrowed brows. He lightly tapped on Lu Huan’s quilt to rouse him. “Lu Huan, it’s time to rise and greet the sun.”
The wrinkled brows twitched, and Lu Huan’s eyelashes fluttered as his eyes opened.
Drawing closer, Yu Baihan remarked, “You’re frowning so hard.”
Lu Huan sat up, grabbed his shirt, and began dressing. “I woke up from what felt like a nightmare.”
His mind had revisited last night’s incessant Humai serenades.
“It’s alright,” Yu Baihan got out of bed and pulled back the curtains, allowing a faint ray of light to seep in from the sea’s horizon. “You’re back to reality now.”
Brought back by the reality of his melodious singing.
Without a retort, Lu Huan finished changing and cast a glance outside. “Shall we head to the beach?”
Yu Baihan turned to him. Lu Huan’s gaze remained fixed on the window. “Since we’re both awake, why not step outside?”
The hotel’s beachfront was just a stone’s throw away.
After a short stroll of five or six minutes, the two arrived at the water’s edge.
A bright line etched the sky, dividing the sea from the heavens in the distance.
The surroundings were still draped in darkness, enhancing the dramatic spectacle of the impending sunrise.
With an explosive brilliance, rays of golden-red light erupted from the juncture of sea and sky. These radiant beams pierced through the clouds and cascaded onto the still-dark sea, forming a dazzling bridge that seemed to stretch from the water’s surface to the abyss.
Yu Baihan held his breath, the impact of the scene leaving him momentarily speechless.
Beyond its visual magnificence, there was an innate and vibrant vitality emanating from this sight. The otherwise cold and quiet sea was teeming with life in this moment.
The sun gradually ascended.
The morning sea breeze was crisp, and as the initial awe receded, Yu Baihan took out his phone to capture a few photos. He tugged at Lu Huan’s sleeve, positioning him to face the sunrise behind.
Handing over the phone, he said, “You have long arms, so take a few shots.”
Lu Huan’s gaze dipped as he replied, “I’m not into taking photos, and this is backlit.”
Yu Bai cast a spoiled glance: Look at your foolishness.
Clarifying, he continued, “You don’t need to capture our faces, just the silhouette would be lovely.”
“……”
“Quick, the lighting is perfect now.”
With an outstretched arm, the phone was raised, the camera capturing their silhouettes.
As Yu Baihan snapped photos, he stood quite close to Lu Huan. The warmth emanating from him was incredibly comforting. Yu Baihan unreservedly leaned against Lu Huan, their arms brushing against each other, dispelling the chill of the morning.
Sensing Lu Huan’s inclination to turn his head, Yu Baihan intervened, “Keep your gaze on the camera and maintain the outline.”
“…”
So, Lu Huan remained still.
Click. A photo was captured in the lens.
The shots turned out beautifully.
Their outlines melded with the golden and red orb of the sun, and the glimmering expanse of the sea was included as well.
Yu Baihan lowered his gaze to the photo and sent it to Lu Huan.
As he sent it, Lu Huai’s profile picture reappeared on the screen. Yu Baihan inquired, “Do you like the sea?”
There was a momentary silence from the top of Lu Huan’s head.
Dislike it? Then why use the sea as your profile picture?
Yu Baihan mulled for a moment, then looked up to probe, “Do you enjoy the briny, saline scent of the sea breeze?”
He couldn’t help but hum the second half of the phrase.
Lu Huan, “…”
He pressed his temples, manifesting a headache. “Yes, yes, I do.”
After their sunrise contemplation and photography session, the duo turned back and began their return journey.
Leading the way, Yu Baihan chose pictures to post on his social media, while Lu Huan trailed behind at a leisurely pace.
The morning sunlight cast elongated shadows as it shone from behind.
After walking a few steps, Lu Huan suddenly glanced backward.
The cold, profound sea was now enveloped in a radiant and splendid sunlight.
The sea’s surface glistened, with beams of light attempting to penetrate its depths.
Lu Huan turned around and followed suit.
—
It was still relatively early when they returned to the hotel.
The two of them enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, packed up their belongings, and prepared themselves for departure.
Descending from their room and passing through the lobby, Yu Baihan made sure to inquire about Si Wei’s condition at the front desk. They were informed that he had been taken to a nearby hospital, but no further details were available.
Lost in thought, Yu Baihan retrieved the video from the previous day and said, “I’ll send this to you. Make sure to ask him for compensation based on the value of the damaged items.”
It was only fair to hold the responsible party accountable for the damages caused.
“Don’t think you can avoid the costs just because you broke a leg.”
Front desk staff member: …
After delivering the incriminating evidence, Yu Baihan advised, “If anyone asks, don’t mention that I took the video.”
This was a preemptive measure to avoid any unnecessary complications.
The front desk employee hesitated, “Then who should we say recorded it?”
Suddenly, Lu Huan, who was nearby, turned his head and offered a nonchalant smile, “Just say I recorded it.”
Yu Baihan looked at him, puzzled.
Lu Huan was taking on more and more of the blame. How endearing!
The front desk staff quickly responded, “Of course, sir.”
—
After returning from City H to City C, it was already afternoon by the time they reached home.
Upon entering the living room of the Lu residence, Qin Lun immediately approached Lu Huan, addressing him, “Sir.”
Lu Huan paused in the living room and looked at Qin Lun, while Yu Baihan happened to be beside him, not having gone upstairs yet.
Qin Lun’s expression was serious, as if he had something significant to discuss. He was about to speak, when his gaze suddenly intersected with Yu Baihan’s.
In that instant, a certain emotion seemed to cloud his eyes.
Yu Baihan:?
It took him a moment to catch on, and then he recalled the situation from the last time they played the game.
Lu Huan had his Happy Planet, while Qin Lun had his Painful Universe.
He offered a reassuring smile to Qin Lun, as if to say, “We’re all comrades who’ve fought battles in dungeons together. You don’t need to worry about these things.”
“What’s the matter?” Lu Huan intervened, shifting Qin Lun’s focus back to the present. Just before Qin Lun could speak, Lu Huan instructed Yu Baihan, “You go upstairs first.”
“Sure.” Recognizing that this was a private conversation, Yu Baihan turned and headed upstairs.
He thought to himself: I wonder what Qin Lun wants to discuss.
Could Qin Lun have managed to copy something from Lu Huan’s computer during the incident with Crazy PUA Master’s intrusion?
Yu Baihan returned to his bedroom and took a shower.
Once he was done, he lay on the bed, intending to share the morning’s photos on his social media Moments.
As usual, he picked two scenic shots of the sunrise. However, just as he was about to post them, he suddenly recalled Qi Jue’s request to post about Lu Huan last time.
Yu Baihan deleted the sunrise pictures and replaced them with the beautiful silhouette photo of himself and Lu Huan.
[Captivating Duo]: Dan Cong. [Image] [Image]
Comments began pouring in rapidly. The first two were inquiries: “What’s ‘Dan Cong’?”
Yu Baihan responded: Pictographs.
Watching the sunrise together by the sea. How come some people lack imagination?
“……”
Qi Jue felt a sense of satisfaction. It seemed that Yu Baihan inherited his father’s eccentricity. As for Lu Huan, well, congratulations to him for finally making an appearance in the world of social media!
Amidst the warm congratulatory comments, a tinge of bitterness seemed to emanate from Lu Huan.
Yu Baihan: …
Qi Jue, I hope you’ll survive this.
Before he could even consider deleting Qi Jue’s comment, a video call from Qiao Yun came through.
Yu Baihan answered and was first asked about his trip to City H. Following the small talk, as usual, Qiao Yun introduced him to her “triplets brothers.”
While they were conversing, Qiao Yun’s tone shifted to one of concern, “Baihan, you seem a bit off. Are you feeling okay?”
“Really?” Yu Baihan hadn’t noticed until she mentioned it, and only then did he realize that he might be feeling a bit tired, “Maybe it’s just fatigue from all the activity.”
“In that case, take some rest now and we can talk tomorrow.”
She ended the call.
Yu Baihan had thought that a good night’s sleep would refresh him, but when he woke up at ten the next morning, his head felt even heavier.
He pulled himself up and took in a deep breath of the crisp morning air.
Then came a noise from his nasal cavity—
Yu Baihan:?
—
He had caught a cold.
His feeble body couldn’t withstand the chilly morning breeze blowing in from the sea.
Given that it was a workday, Lu Huan was busy at the company. Yu Baihan didn’t initially inform Uncle Feng about his condition. He fetched a large glass of water to his room, downed it, and then retired for some sleep. He even indulged in playing games for a while.
It wasn’t until the afternoon that Uncle Feng realized something was amiss. He swiftly turned around in concern. “Why didn’t Master Baihan say anything? What if something serious happened?”
Yu Baihan, “…”
It’s just a cold, really.
Although Uncle Feng had the inclination to call Lu Huan, Yu Baihan managed to dissuade him. So, Uncle Feng had to relent and summoned the family doctor.
“Doctor Zhong lives quite nearby. He’ll be here in about ten minutes. Master Baihan, please hang in there!”
“Alright…”
After all, it’s just a cold!
The workday was coming to an end.
When the family doctor arrived at the Lu residence, Lu Huan had just returned home from work.
Yu Baihan, perched at the head of the bed, was sipping hot water when Uncle Feng ushered Dr. Zhong and Lu Huan into the bedroom.
Yu Baihan glanced up to see the expected trope materializing—a handsome, young family doctor named “Doctor Zhong,” as one might encounter in novels. Dr. Zhong looked neat and composed, radiating a gentle demeanor.
Uncle Feng introduced, “This is Zhong Bingqi, Dr. Zhong.”
Yu Baihan nodded in acknowledgment, and Dr. Zhong returned the nod with a warm smile, taking a seat on the chair in front of the bed.
While the doctor’s visit was in progress, Lu Huan remained seated on the opposite sofa, engrossed in reviewing the documents he had brought back from work.
The room was shrouded in a mild silence, but Yu Baihan’s social instincts nudged him into action.
He maintained conversation with Dr. Zhong, even as he sensed Lu Huan’s gaze in his direction.
Yu Baihan looked over toward the sofa, only to find Lu Huan immersed in his documents.
…? Was it just his imagination?
Zhong Bingqi playfully remarked, “Though I might be young, my credentials are substantial. Rest assured, I’ll give you a thorough examination.”
Yu Baihan expressed his gratitude, “Thank you in advance, Dr. Zhong.”
From the corner of his eye, he caught yet another glance,
—
The dialogue between them continued for a few moments, and upon Yu Baihan’s third use of “Doctor Zhong,” he turned his head and locked eyes with Lu Huan on the sofa.
In this eye-to-eye encounter, Lu Huan didn’t look away.
After a few seconds of silent connection, his gaze shifted, and he resumed his focus on the documents in his hands.
A flutter of Yu Baihan’s eyelashes signified his realization—
Ah, such sensitivity in his responses.
The treatment with Zhong Bingqi progressed swiftly, and after prescribing the necessary medication and offering instructions, he left.
Yu Baihan expressed his gratitude, while Lu Huan rose from the sofa to see Dr. Zhong off, “Take care.”
Uncle Feng saw the doctor out, and with the room’s door now closed, Lu Huan remained rooted in place.
Yu Baihan’s gaze fixed on him, and then his lips gradually curled, unveiling his canine teeth as he raised a hand and gestured to Lu Huan, “Come here.”
He bore an infectious smile, warm and inviting, making it almost impossible to resist.
Lu Huan glanced at him, and then moved closer, querying, “What’s going on?”
Another instance of him asking “what’s going on.”
Yu Baihan lifted his face, his smile directed at Lu Huan, and he reached out to grasp the cuff of his shirt, “I forgot to ask Dr. Lu what he was doing just now. Are you having a competition with your fellow doctors?”
Author’s note:
Lu Huan: Do other people have the title “doctor”?
If others have it, I don’t want it.
Yu Baihan: Then don’t use it, anyway, you have quite a lot of occupations.
Lu Huan: …
Thank you for the chapter~
Dr Lu is pretty competitive huh 😂
+1 😂
+2 he’s jealous! 🤣🤣
Thanks for the chapters
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I really love Baihan’s humor 😂
Thank you so much for the scheduled update! <3
I spy with my eye a lil’ jar of vinegar~
Him ordering room service was hilarious 😂
The banter between Dr Zhong and Yu Baihan is a tad flirtatious, so you can’t blame Dr Lu feeling his role has been usurped! 😂
Thanks for the chapter 💞
Yu Baihan, the bestower of career paths and Lu Huan, the gatherer of occupations 😂