Top Dupe CH 046 Playing With Fire Part 1

“I’m not drunk… I still remember the lyrics… Husband and wife… Returning home together…”

Luo Yu’s shoulder was supported by Gu Xiaowei as he tilted his head and smiled at him.

“Why are you so serious… It’s not fun at all…”

After saying that, Luo Yu leaned towards Gu Xiaowei, and when his head slumped into Gu Xiaowei’s chest, Gu Xiaowei froze.

His whole body tensed up, as if the release of even one breath would expose some hidden intentions.

Lin Yue sighed helplessly, “This Xiao Luo drinking, really, he’s bad at it but still eager! He doesn’t even consider who he’s up against. Did he really think he could outdrink Lao Chen?”

“It’s fine, Director Lin, Screenwriter Hua, you two can head back. I’ll take care of him.” Gu Xiaowei propped Luo Yu’s head on his shoulder.

“Well, alright. You should get some rest too. I was going to talk to Xiao Luo about that movie script…” Lin Yue shook his head in resignation. As he left, he even tapped Luo Yu’s head with his thermos.

And just like that, the wrap-up party dispersed. Many actors would be leaving tomorrow.

Xiao Qin ran over, “Oh no, Brother Luo got drunk! Let me help him!”

“How can you manage to support him?”

Brother Long and Fang Qin came over.

“Do you want us to carry him?” Fang Qin asked.

“He’s not that heavy! I can carry him myself!” Brother Long was about to grab Luo Yu’s arm.

Gu Xiaowei raised his hand to stop him and said, “I’ll do it. Thank you. It’s late, so you should all get some rest.”

Brother Long was about to comment on how lucky Luo Yu was, estimating that Gu Xiaowei would personally carry him. If someone took a photo of this, it would definitely trend online.

“Xiao Qin, open the umbrella.”

Xiao Qin suddenly understood and opened a black umbrella.

Gu Xiaowei draped his own coat over Luo Yu and, in the next moment, lifted him up in his arms.

Xiao Qin, Brother Long, and Fang Qin were all stunned.

Wow, this wasn’t just a trending moment; this was a viral sensation in the making!

Gu Xiaowei took steady strides, carrying Luo Yu as if the wind couldn’t sway him.

Xiao Qin jogged alongside, using the umbrella to shield them.

Gu Xiaowei said calmly, “Just cover Luo Yu.”

“Oh, okay!” Xiao Qin thought, even if this black umbrella could cover Brother Luo’s face, it couldn’t cover his long legs!

When they reached the door, Xiao Qin swiped the room card, and the warm air greeted them.

Gu Xiaowei walked in sideways, carefully placed Luo Yu on the bed, and pulled over a pillow to prop him up, preventing him from choking if he felt like throwing up after drinking.

Xiao Qin stepped forward to help take off Luo Yu’s shoes, but Gu Xiaowei held his ankle and said, “It’s fine, you can go back now. I’ll take care of it.”

“Well… If you need anything, just send me a WeChat message, Brother Gu.”

“Mm. Let me know you’re safe when you’re back in your room,” Gu Xiaowei said.

“Brother Gu, what are you worried about? My room is just below yours. But Brother Luo should be the one to be careful—he looks like the drunk concubine; who wouldn’t be moved by that?” Xiao Qin joked, half-seriously. “But maybe it’s because you’re here that he dared to challenge Coordinator Chen to a drinking match.”

Gu Xiaowei’s tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed at Xiao Qin’s last remark.

He took off Luo Yu’s jacket, changed him into his own pajamas, removed his shoes and socks, and tucked his legs into the blanket.

“Mm…” Luo Yu murmured, stubbornly kicking off the blanket.

Fortunately, the room was warm, so Gu Xiaowei didn’t force him to stay covered. Instead, he took a damp towel and gently wiped Luo Yu’s face and neck.

When Gu Xiaowei’s fingers brushed from Luo Yu’s palm to his fingertips, his heart inexplicably skipped a beat. Almost as if compelled by some invisible force, he held Luo Yu’s fingers and brought them to his ear, gently touching them—as if finally placing a plucked flower in his hair.

“Hot… So hot…” Luo Yu mumbled as he started to squirm, tugging at the collar of his pajama top.

Gu Xiaowei, who was used to buttoning his pajamas up to the top, found that the shirt was a bit large on Luo Yu. The collar was pulled to one side, revealing the hollow of his left collarbone.

Gu Xiaowei braced his hands on either side of Luo Yu, lowering his head and closing his eyes, unmoving. He ignored Luo Yu’s struggles as if he were silently retaliating against the other’s obliviousness—disrupting everything without a care.

He lowered his head into the crook of Luo Yu’s neck, whispering softly, “Do you know what you’re like? And you still dared to go to Jiang Yunxie’s dinner party alone?”

Luo Yu struggled, pushing him away, “Thirsty… I want water…”

It’s common to feel parched after drinking. Gu Xiaowei straightened up, looking at Luo Yu in the dim light, seeing a side of him he couldn’t usually witness—like a shimmering piece of glass, reflecting all the colors that Gu Xiaowei had buried deep within himself.

Gu Xiaowei turned away to pour a glass of cool water, but his mind was still held captive by the person behind him. Every slight movement from Luo Yu sparked endless imaginings.

It wasn’t until the water overflowed onto Gu Xiaowei’s hand that he snapped back to reality.

Luo Yu had already kicked off the blanket entirely, and the hem of his pajama top had ridden up, revealing the taut lines of his waist.

Gu Xiaowei sighed deeply, turning his head away before quickly returning to pull down Luo Yu’s top.

“Senior Brother, drink some water.”

Gu Xiaowei half-supported Luo Yu, holding the back of his head to lift him, pressing the glass to his lips. But Luo Yu wouldn’t drink on his own. As soon as Gu Xiaowei managed to get a bit of water into him, he choked.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Gu Xiaowei could only pat his shoulder, saying, “Take it slow.”

He tried to give Luo Yu a little more water, but Luo Yu tilted to the side and choked again, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

At that moment, some repressed, secretive thoughts surged forward, searching for a reason to indulge.

Gu Xiaowei’s fingertips brushed against Luo Yu’s lips without hesitation, decisively slipping into the space between them.

When Luo Yu’s teeth grazed and bit down on his finger, the unique sensation of pain shattered his remaining rationality.

What began as a gentle drizzle turned into a torrential downpour of affection.

He didn’t care if this was playing with fire—despite thinking that in his heart, anyone who touched Luo Yu was unforgivable. But once his deeply ingrained possessiveness found an opening, it rushed toward the light, even if it meant everything else withering and dying. He still wanted to drag Luo Yu into this storm, into the abyss.

Luo Yu, mistaking Gu Xiaowei for a source of water, sought comfort continuously. But gradually, he realized that this source was taking from him rather than giving. He struggled to break free, only to be swept into an overwhelming wildfire.

When Luo Yu’s hand slipped from Gu Xiaowei’s collar, Gu Xiaowei suddenly realized something and quickly let go, catching Luo Yu’s head as he did so. “Luo Yu… Luo Yu?”

As he leaned closer, he could hear Luo Yu’s faint breathing.

The other had fallen asleep, deeply asleep.

He lay there with his head tilted back, looking as innocent as a child, as if all of Gu Xiaowei’s emotions were nothing more than his own folly.

Gu Xiaowei slowly lowered him back onto the pillow, suddenly finding his own cautiousness a bit laughable.

Even today in the car, when he told Luo Yu that he cared about every little detail in front of him, from the strands of his hair to a loose thread on his coat, he could only end with a joke or a tease to cover it up.

“What’s there to hide? I’m never going to let anyone else have you.”

Gu Xiaowei sat by the bed for a long time, watching him with a tilted face. 

It wasn’t until Luo Yu started to snore lightly that Gu Xiaowei slowly moved closer, lying down beside him, gently pulling him into his arms with an air of absolute possession.

Luo Yu slept as if the world had turned dark and stormy. When he moved his eyes, his temples throbbed. Upon opening his eyes, he saw a face so strikingly handsome that it took him by surprise.

"Oh god..."

He recoiled, hitting the wall behind him.

"No matter whether you're looking to ask heaven or earth, you should first ask yourself how much you can handle before challenging Coordinator Chen to a drinking match."

Gu Xiaowei's icy voice cut through the morning air—no, wait, it was the afternoon—sharpening Luo Yu’s senses as he woke from his hangover.

Luo Yu shifted and discovered that his pillow had long been pulled behind him, and he had slept all night on Gu Xiaowei’s arm.

"Is your arm okay?" Luo Yu sat up, concerned. "Isn't it numb?"

"Numb. I can’t feel a thing." Gu Xiaowei remained motionless.

"You could have just pushed me away!"

Feeling both guilty and embarrassed, Luo Yu sat cross-legged beside him, massaging Gu Xiaowei’s arm.

"Is it feeling better?"

"No."

"Not even a hint of blood flow?" Luo Yu asked cautiously.

"No."

"Is my head really that heavy?"

"Why don’t you let me sleep on your arm for a whole night and find out?" Gu Xiaowei said.

Luo Yu pressed a finger on his head. "Who do you want to sleep with? Why don’t you go tell that to the paparazzi?"

"Sure, I'll take you to the top of the trending searches," Gu Xiaowei replied.

"Let's skip that trending search, shall we? Once it’s up there, it might never come down," Luo Yu said, laughing as he looked at Gu Xiaowei.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door, and Xiao Qin’s voice called out, "Brother Gu, are you awake? It’s almost two o’clock. Want to eat?"

"Coming! Coming!"

Luo Yu patted Gu Xiaowei’s shoulder. "Stop pretending. I’ve been massaging you for so long; it must be fine by now."

"Oh." Gu Xiaowei responded, then suddenly reached out his other hand, hooking it around Luo Yu’s waist to pull himself up.

In that moment of closeness, Luo Yu felt a rare sense of aggression in Gu Xiaowei’s gaze, as if he had locked onto something. But as soon as he turned to open the door for Xiao Qin, that feeling dissipated.

"Thank you. Have you eaten?" Gu Xiaowei asked.

"I have! I can’t go hungry," Xiao Qin said with a cheerful grin.

Luo Yu ruffled his hair and walked over to greet Xiao Qin.

But Xiao Qin stood on tiptoe, staring at the left side of Luo Yu’s neck.

"What’s wrong?" Luo Yu asked, touching his neck.

"Brother Luo... did Coordinator Chen pinch you last night when you were drunk?"

Xiao Qin placed her hand on the spot, trying out different angles, but none seemed to match.

"Really? I’ll go check."

Luo Yu, wearing slippers, walked into the bathroom and looked at his neck in the mirror.

There were indeed two marks.

Slightly bruised.

"If I hit something, it wouldn’t be here," Luo Yu said to the mirror, studying the marks.

He gestured left and right, trying to figure out how the pinching marks appeared.

Could it be that he was so restless in his drunken state that he made Gu Xiaowei so mad he almost wanted to strangle him?

Xiao Qin helped Gu Xiaowei unpack the food he brought. "Brother Gu, I think Brother Luo looks especially good in your pajamas."

"Really?"

"Yeah, because they look oversized on him. And combined with Brother Luo’s innocent expression when he heard about the marks on his neck, it makes him look really... alluring."

Gu Xiaowei lightly tapped Xiao Qin on the head.

"Okay, okay, I know. Your senior brother is not for me to think such things. You guys eat."

Luo Yu studied the marks for a long time but couldn’t figure them out. He graciously let it go, knowing that no matter who pinched him, he wasn’t going to return the favor. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he returned to the table.