Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Dangerous Territory

Xia Yang snorted, his delicate features twisting in mock disgust. Without hesitation, he burrowed himself deeper into Long Wei's chest, completely ignoring the chaos his

actions had already caused.

The warmth of Long Wei's body seeped through his clothes, a comforting heat that Xia Yang pretended not to notice.

"Tsk, disgusting." His voice was slightly muffled against the fabric of Long Wei's shirt.

The guests, already suffering from secondhand embarrassment, held their breaths.

The livestream chat was in absolute shambles.

[User: ?? EXCUSE ME?? HE JUST SNUGGLED INTO LONG WEI LIKE IT WAS NOTHING??]

[User: THE AUDACITY. THE GALL. THE SHAMELESSNESS.]

[User: LONG WEI IS LITERALLY THE COLDEST CELEBRITY EVER WHY IS HE ALLOWING THIS??]

[User: IF THIS WAS SOMEONE ELSE, THEY WOULD'VE BEEN THROWN OUT OF THE VAN]

Xia Yang, still nestled comfortably in the King of Showbiz's arms, clicked his tongue and added lazily—

"If I do that again, just hit me."

BOOM.

Silence.

Then—

CHAOS.

One of the guests almost choked on their water.

Another widened their eyes so much it looked painful.

The show's staff, who had been silently filming in the corner, stared in absolute horror.

[User: ??? SIR DID YOU JUST ASK LONG WEI TO HIT YOU??]

[User: HOW IS HE SPEAKING TO LONG WEI LIKE THAT AND STILL ALIVE??]

[User: NO BECAUSE LONG WEI DOESN'T EVEN TOUCH PEOPLE WHY IS HE LETTING XIA YANG SLEEP ON HIM]

[User: IF THIS WAS A NOVEL, THIS WOULD BE THE START OF A YANDERE ROUTE.]

Everyone was waiting for Long Wei's cold rejection.

Waiting for him to shove Xia Yang off.

Waiting for him to at least frown.

Instead—

The corners of Long Wei's lips lifted into an amused smirk.

His deep, smooth voice flowed out, casual yet laced with something dangerous—

"Yang love, how could I bear to hit you?"

Xia Yang, half-asleep, barely processed it.

But the others?

They were losing their minds.

[User: YANG LOVE???]

[User: ?? WHEN DID THIS BECOME A RELATIONSHIP??]

[User: WE ARE BEING FED SO MUCH FLIRTING I CAN'T TAKE IT.]

[User: MOM I THINK I'M HAVING A HEART ATTACK.]

Long Wei, seemingly enjoying the reactions, leaned in slightly, his warm breath fanning against Xia Yang's ear.

His next words were low, teasing, and dripping with something entirely inappropriate for the setting.

"Shall I spank you instead? Not just once, but again and again… until your voice turns hoarse and you can't even beg me to stop?"

BOOM.

Xia Yang's sleepy haze vanished instantly.

His eyes snapped open.

The van, once filled with only hushed whispers, descended into absolute hysteria.

A young actor dropped his phone.

One of the female guests literally gasped out loud.

And the livestream?

It BROKE.

[User: ?!?!?!?!?!?!?]

[User: SIR THIS IS A FAMILY SHOW.]

[User: SPANK?? EXCUSE ME????]

[User: I'M CALLING THE POLICE.]

[User: DID HE REALLY JUST SAY THAT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE.]

[User: NO BECAUSE THIS DOESN'T FEEL LIKE FLIRTING ANYMORE THIS IS DANGEROUS.]

Xia Yang froze, his brain short-circuiting.

Then—

"PERVERT!!!"

He instantly bolted upright, only to wince as pain shot up his injured ankle.

But before he could curse, Long Wei's strong arms pulled him back down effortlessly.

Xia Yang was trapped.

"…Let me go." His voice was low, warning.

Long Wei chuckled.

His fingers brushed over Xia Yang's lower back lightly, as if teasing.

"Mmm, but you look so comfortable."

Xia Yang's breath hitched.

And for the first time since he woke up in this world—

He felt like he might actually be in trouble.