A New Form of “Weight”

Feeling the soft touch of the beautiful youth’s cheek rubbing against his chest muscles, Peng Biao’s eyes turned red with excitement, and his face followed suit, flushing an unreasonable shade of crimson.

Having one’s chest rubbed like this was truly embarrassing.

However, Peng Biao didn’t pull away. Instead, he slightly hunched his shoulders, allowing the youth to rest more comfortably.

Outside, the wind grew stronger, and pitter-patter raindrops began to fall. But none of this affected the two people sleeping in each other’s arms inside the room.

That night, Ye Shengge slept soundly, hugging his exceptionally bouncy “pillow.”

Peng Biao, who had thought his racing heart would keep him awake all night while holding his treasure, unexpectedly drifted off into a deep, unprecedented sleep.

The next morning.

The piercing sunlight and the chirping of birds successfully roused Ye Shengge from his slumber.

Having just woken up, his brain was still a bit foggy. He sat up in bed with a vacant stare, a small tuft of hair on his head sticking up stubbornly, making him look a bit dazed. But even in his daze, he was incredibly cute and alluring.

[Good morning, wifey~]

[Hehehe, my silly wifey looks so cute when he’s out of it. Let me give him a kiss and a rua!]

[Wifey is finally awake! It’s already 8:30; if you don’t eat soon, your stomach will hurt.]

The fog in his brain slowly lifted. Seeing the heartwarming comments in the livestream, Ye Shengge couldn’t help but curve his lips into a soft smile. “Good morning. Thank you, everyone. You should remember to eat on time, too.”

The viewers’ hearts melted into puddles at that smile.

[I’ve eaten! I’ve eaten!! Don’t worry, wifey!!!]

[I’m making breakfast now. I can’t let my stomach get ruined, or I won’t be able to watch wifey.]

Ye Shengge’s smile widened. His beautiful eyes sparkled like they held stars.

He usually had a regular schedule and rarely slept past 7:30. But last night, with the high sense of security provided by the “big dummy” Heavenly Master sleeping beside him, he had slept exceptionally deeply.

And that big dummy had clearly been up for a while but hadn’t woken him.

The sun was already high at 8:30. If the big guy had woken him earlier, he could have washed his underwear and hung it out to dry by now.

But the priority was breakfast. Ye Shengge patted his stomach. He hoped the big dummy remembered his promise to prepare food.

To fill his hungry belly and reassure his fans, Ye Shengge quickly washed up and dressed before heading out.

As he walked, he felt as if the oversized white shirt might slip off at any moment. His original clothes were dirty; the ones he wore now were the smallest size Peng Biao could find, placed by his bedside this morning.

While the shirt wasn’t as exaggerated as the bathrobe, it was still huge on his thin frame, looking more like a loose white mini-dress. As for the trousers—they were even more ridiculous. Peng Biao had seemingly forgotten to provide a belt. The pants were loose and trailing on the floor, threatening to fall with every step.

If it weren’t for the lack of alternatives, Ye Shengge’s upbringing would never have allowed him to step out dressed so improperly. He felt self-conscious all over and decided he must discuss buying clothes with the big guy right after breakfast.

“Shengge, you’re awake?” A cheerful, energetic voice rang out.

Ye Shengge looked up and saw Peng Biao squatting by the front door, vigorously scrubbing laundry. His muscles were bulging from the effort, looking incredibly powerful.

Ye Shengge, usually timid and delicate, didn’t feel afraid this time. Instead, he had a strange thought: With hands that big and strong, the clothes will surely be washed very clean.

“I saw you were still sleeping, so I didn’t want to wake you. There’s white porridge warming in the pot, and eggs, buns, and fried dough sticks on the table. Eat quickly while it’s hot.” Peng Biao looked up and gave his crush a silly grin while scrubbing.

Hearing there was a warm meal, Ye Shengge’s eyes lit up. He walked carefully toward the kitchen to get some porridge. But before he could take a sip, he caught sight of something that made him nearly drop the bowl.

“Why are you… washing that?!”

Ye Shengge slammed his bowl down, his face turning an instant, burning red. Overcome with shame, he ran to the door where the man was squatting, stammering, “I… I can wash my own underwear!”

To the conservative and easily embarrassed Ye Shengge, underwear was a deeply private item. He had washed his own since middle school.

While Peng Biao had mentioned he didn’t need a housekeeper and would do the laundry himself, Ye Shengge assumed that only meant outerwear, not intimate apparel!

And he was doing it right at the courtyard entrance! Even though the villas were private and no one was around, the sheer thought of it in broad daylight made Ye Shengge want to die of embarrassment.

Peng Biao, who was currently scrubbing a pair of underwear with a cartoon kitten print, was startled by the reaction. He looked up blankly, not understanding what he’d done wrong. “Is there a problem? Didn’t I say before? Since you’re staying here, I’ll do the laundry and the cooking.”

His words were technically logical. Compared to Peng Biao’s “virtuous” helpfulness, Ye Shengge’s outburst seemed like the one with the problem.

Watching those large hands scrub his underwear, Ye Shengge felt his ears burning. He couldn’t find a reason to argue. He stared at the hands for a long time, then looked away, putting on a huffy, bossy front to save face.

“No problem! Wash them if you want! But you’re so strong—don’t be clumsy and rip my clothes!”

He didn’t realize his voice was trembling. His attempt at being a “difficult guest” only made his “paper tiger” nature more obvious.

To escape the awkwardness, he turned back to his porridge without a second look. Fortunately, his trousers stayed put, caught just at the curve of his hips and hidden by the long shirt.

Peng Biao wanted to tell the youth that while he was strong, he knew how to control his power. He would be extra careful with the boy’s clothes. But before he could speak, the youth had already scurried back to the table.

Peng Biao felt a bit dejected, but he didn’t disturb the meal. He lowered his head and scrubbed the kitten underwear even more carefully to prove he wasn’t “clumsy” at all.

By the time Ye Shengge finished breakfast, Peng Biao had hung all the clean clothes on the rack in the yard.

“When are we going out to buy clothes?” Ye Shengge asked, pulling up his slipping pants as he watched Peng Biao enter.

Peng Biao shook his head. “No need to go out.”

Ye Shengge frowned in confusion.

“I called a friend who deals in local deliveries. I asked him to send over some clothes that fit you. They should be here by this afternoon,” Peng Biao explained softly.

“Oh. Then… carry on. Thanks.” Satisfied, Ye Shengge sat down to play a game on his phone, not even stopping to wonder how the big dummy knew exactly what size he wore.

Peng Biao didn’t disturb him. He decided to head to the home gym for a workout.

The beautiful youth might say one thing and do another—claiming the man’s physique was scary while secretly burying his face in his chest at night. Those bouncy, soft chest muscles were the only reason the boy had initiated physical contact; he had to maintain them and even double his training to make them feel even better.

If the boy realized how much he liked them, he might eventually fall for the man, too. It was the perfect plan!

But that plan was shattered when Peng Biao tried to strap on his weights.

“You’re saying… your weighted training equipment is broken?” Ye Shengge looked up at the big dummy standing awkwardly in front of him. “But what’s the point of telling me? I don’t know anything about gym equipment, let alone how to fix it.”

As someone who got winded after a short jog, he was clueless about fitness gear.

Seeing the youth had misunderstood, Peng Biao shook his head and asked in a low, hesitating voice: “Can you… temporarily take the place of the weights?”