Chapter 59

Mi Zhao naturally heard what Li Sipei was saying and understood what he meant. His cheeks instantly turned bright red.

“Hey—”

On the other end of the call, Li Zhixuan reacted quickly. “Here, Third Master.”

After a brief silence, Li Sipei’s voice came through again, much clearer than before. He had changed his posture, positioning the phone screen directly in front of his face.

Only then did Mi Zhao realize that Li Sipei wasn’t in the hospital. He seemed to be in a car.

“You’re not at the hospital?”

“Hmm.” Li Sipei replied, “My foot is fine now. I just need a few days of rest at home. I messaged you earlier, but you didn’t reply.”

Mi Zhao quickly switched to the chat window and saw a new message—sent thirteen minutes ago.

But he had missed it, probably because he had just started getting busy around that time.

“I didn’t see it. I was in the bathroom, and my phone was on the sink.” To prove he was telling the truth, Mi Zhao deliberately lifted his phone and spun in a full circle.

Li Sipei rested his face against his hand, tilting his head slightly, his gaze locked intently onto the phone screen.

The camera was positioned at the top of the screen, and the dim, flickering light inside the car cast a hazy glow. For a fleeting moment, Mi Zhao felt as if Li Sipei was making direct eye contact with him through the screen.

His heartbeat quickened to the point where it thundered in his ears, and his face burned fiercely.

At that moment, Li Sipei asked, “What are you doing in the bathroom?”

Mi Zhao: “……”

Li Sipei patiently waited for a while, then suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned his head and pressed a button. A faint mechanical sound followed.

Through the slightly shifting camera, Mi Zhao saw the partition between the front and back seats slowly rising.

After the partition fully closed, Li Sipei raised an eyebrow slightly and let out a low, single syllable: “Hmm?”

Mi Zhao gripped the object in his hand tightly, feeling like his face was about to burst into flames. He suddenly regretted answering the video call. If he hadn’t picked up, at worst, Li Sipei would’ve been mad for a few hours—he could’ve just coaxed him afterward.

Although he usually took the lead in their relationship most of the time, preparation beforehand and actual doing were two different things. The latter involved both of them, so if there was embarrassment, at least they’d be embarrassed together. But this? That was a solo mission. He always took care of it alone.

Being watched by Li Sipei—what was that supposed to be?

Then again, this was the first time he had ever seen Li Sipei take such initiative. Usually, it was always him eagerly trying to act out the “yellow garbage” in his head while Li Sipei remained slow, reluctant, and as timid as a turtle.

A proactive Li Sipei was a rare sight indeed.

In just a split second, the tension and hesitation vanished. Once he thought it through, Mi Zhao felt completely at ease. Holding his phone, he sat back down on the toilet.

He deliberately kept his “tool” out of the camera’s view, leaned close to the screen, and smiled mischievously. “Guess what I’m doing?”

The question caught Li Sipei off guard.

In truth, Li Sipei had no idea what Mi Zhao was up to. Maybe he was using the toilet, maybe he was showering, or maybe he was changing clothes. It had to be one of those. He hadn’t meant to interrupt him—he had just happened to catch Mi Zhao looking so flustered, and he wanted to observe him a little longer, tease him a little more.

In his mind, Mi Zhao had long been branded as an “old driver*” with a head full of dirty thoughts. Seeing this unexpectedly bashful side of him was rare.

TN/* He is experienced in sex

But he hadn’t expected Mi Zhao to regain the upper hand so quickly.

After a brief silence, he replied, “Changing clothes?”

“Nope, try again.”

“Taking a shower?”

“I already showered today. Guess again.”

Li Sipei thought for a long time before shaking his head. “I can’t figure it out.”

Hearing that, Mi Zhao’s expression turned into one of sheer astonishment, as if he had discovered a whole new world. He had been sitting further away but instantly scooted closer to the camera, his round eyes staring intently at the phone.

“Why are your guesses so basic?” He lowered his voice, afraid that Yan Qingting outside might hear him. “It’s something I do every time before I see you. Guess again.”

Saying that, he wiggled his eyebrows at the camera, making his hint abundantly clear.

But Li Sipei remained clueless. The normally handsome man now looked as lost as a dumb goose. He also lowered his voice and asked, “What do you do every time before you see me?”

Realizing that Li Sipei really wasn’t getting it, Mi Zhao had no choice but to lift the object in his hand. “Do you know what this is?”

“……” Li Sipei’s expression froze for a moment. He seemed to have an idea but also seemed unsure. “What is it?”

Mi Zhao: “……”

Why did Li Sipei not even know this?

For a second, he felt guilty, as if he were corrupting an innocent child.

But no, that didn’t make sense. Li Sipei was almost thirty-three years old. They had done it so many times already—what kind of “child” was he supposed to be?

I haven’t even graduated from university yet. If anything, I’m the kid here.

Clearing his throat, Mi Zhao adopted a serious expression and whispered, “It’s for an enema. You seriously don’t even know this?”

“……”

Li Sipei didn’t speak, but his expression visibly twitched.

Mi Zhao waved the object in front of the camera, his dimples showing as he smiled. His half-lidded eyes glistened, full of mirth. Like a mischievous schoolboy who had successfully pulled off a prank, he grinned and asked, “Still want to stay on video with me?”

Li Sipei remained completely still, as if he had turned to stone.

“How about we don’t hang up, then? I’ll let you watch the whole process.” Mi Zhao loved seeing him like this—the more dumbfounded Li Sipei looked, the happier he was. He pressed his lips close to the camera and whispered as if sharing a secret, “Doing this alone is so exhausting… My hands are sore and numb. Why don’t you help me from now on?”

Li Sipei remained frozen.

Inside, Mi Zhao was absolutely thrilled—he wanted to slap his thigh and laugh out loud, but he managed to hold it in.

Hah. And you still want to act like an ‘old driver’ in front of me?

Tilting his head slightly, he shifted his gaze from the phone screen to the camera itself and mimicked Li Sipei’s usual deep, deliberate tone: “Hmm?”

Staring at the camera, he couldn’t quite see Li Sipei’s face on the screen, but he didn’t need to. Slowly, he squeezed out the rest of his words:

“Then I’ll start now.”

As he lowered his gaze—

The video call was cut off. The screen switched back to their WeChat chat window.

Mi Zhao couldn’t hold it in anymore. Clutching his phone, he burst into laughter.

At the same time, Li Sipei tossed his phone aside and ran a hand through his hair, pushing the loose strands away from his forehead. His face remained calm and composed, but inside, his emotions were in complete turmoil.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down. But after a minute passed, he only felt more restless.

There was a fire raging inside him, searching desperately for an outlet.

Just then, the car came to a stop. Outside, Li Zhixuan knocked lightly on the backseat door. “Third Master?”

Li Sipei opened the car door and took the cane from Li Zhixuan’s hand without a word. Since he had dislocated his leg earlier, walking was still difficult.

After entering the building, Li Zhixuan and Ruan Xin had just stepped into the foyer when they were promptly kicked out. Before they could even get both feet inside, they were already being ushered back out.

Left standing in front of the tightly shut door, the two exchanged bewildered looks.

Inside, Li Sipei hobbled to his bedroom, carelessly tossed the cane onto the carpet, pulled out his phone, and opened WeChat.

He tapped into his chat with Mi Zhao—

And then… nothing.

A closer look would reveal that he seemed as tense as if he were facing a formidable opponent. It was as if he were making an impossibly complicated and difficult decision.

Seconds ticked by.

Five minutes later.

His finger finally pressed Video Call.

—

This time, Mi Zhao hadn’t placed his phone back on the sink but instead set it down next to the toilet’s flush button. He was fully focused on what he was doing when, all of a sudden, the ringtone startled him so badly that he nearly dropped his tool into the toilet.

“Li Sipei?” He hesitated for a moment before stopping his actions and answering the call with one hand.

On the screen, Li Sipei was already home. Behind him was the bed and curtains of his bedroom—familiar sights to Mi Zhao. He was probably sitting on the couch, his brows slightly furrowed, looking unusually serious.

As if feeling a bit tense, Li Sipei unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and adjusted his collar.

Mi Zhao blinked, watching in confusion.

After doing all that, Li Sipei remained silent, still sitting there, looking as composed as ever.

“……”

The heavy silence made Mi Zhao feel like something was off. He lowered his voice. “Do you… need something?”

Li Sipei neither nodded nor shook his head. After a brief pause, he said, “Just ignore me. Just set the phone somewhere and continue.”

“…Huh?”

Seeing Mi Zhao’s reaction, Li Sipei’s expression tightened even more. But he was good at maintaining a facade. Even though the tips of his ears had turned bright red, his voice remained calm:

“Didn’t you say you’d let me watch the whole process?”

“……”

“If I learn how to do it, you won’t have to tire yourself out anymore.”

“……”

This time, it was Mi Zhao’s turn to be petrified.

Li Sipei waited for nearly thirty seconds before urging, “Aren’t you starting?”

Before his words even fully landed—

Ding!

The call was disconnected.

Li Sipei stared at his phone, deep in thought for a moment, then redialed the video call.

This time, the call didn’t even go through. It was immediately declined.

—

Meanwhile, on the other side, Mi Zhao was scrambling to clean up. Face burning bright red, he bolted out of the bathroom.

From the bed, Yan Qingting poked his head out, grinning mischievously. “Damn. I didn’t know you guys played that kind of game.”

Mi Zhao looked at him, still dazed.

Yan Qingting wiggled his eyebrows. “Even prep work requires a video report, huh?”

“……”

Slapping his flushed face, Mi Zhao turned to Yan Qingting with utmost seriousness. “I just realized something.”

Yan Qingting raised a brow. “Let’s hear it.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be straight? Why do you know so much about gay stuff?”

“……”

It wasn’t until Mi Zhao was about to leave that Yan Qingting suddenly shot up from the bed and roared, “What the f***?! Can’t a guy enjoy surfing the internet?! Just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you have to see everything through a gay lens!”

His only response was a loud slam as the door shut in his face.

—

After quickly getting permission from the dorm supervisor, Mi Zhao left campus and headed straight for the subway.

While walking to the station, he spotted a very familiar lime-green sports car pulling out of the main entrance of the dance academy across the street.

The car made a left turn—

Right onto the same road where Mi Zhao was.