Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs - Chapter 170

Eight hundred thousand views, one hundred and thirty thousand likes, over four thousand comments, and more than two thousand new followers in the backend—every metric could be considered outstanding!

The company where Lu Yao worked had once conducted a study. Without external factors, if a video account gained more than three thousand followers in a month, its potential could generally be seen. If it gained ten thousand, it could become a small influencer; fifty thousand or more meant it was on the path to becoming a major influencer.

Of course, some accounts went viral by accident but couldn’t keep up with content creation afterward and eventually faded into obscurity. Those could be disregarded.

Zhao Beichuan’s account had only posted two videos so far, yet in just two days, it had gained over two thousand followers—more than enough to prove his potential!

Excited, Lu Yao opened the comment section to check the messages.

To his surprise, the second video went viral not because of the transformation contrast but because of Zhao Beichuan wearing the delivery uniform.

The most popular comment read: “Aaaaaahhh, who gets this? This masked look is killing me!” That single comment alone had over forty thousand likes.

Other replies included:

• • “Damn, how did he manage to make a delivery uniform look like that? How am I supposed to look at delivery guys normally after this?”

• • “This masked look is too seductive, and those eyes… they’re driving me wild.”

• • “That eyebrow pressure over the eyes is intense… Feels like the type who neither stops nor coaxes.”

• • “Girl, this is a comment section, not a lawless zone!”

Lu Yao’s face flushed red as he instantly understood what they meant.

But… what exactly was a “masked look”? Lu Yao had never encountered this style before, so he looked it up online. It turned out to be a fashion trend that involved covering most of the face, leaving room for imagination.

There weren’t many top influencers in this niche, and among the ones with recognizable names, few had a physique as impressive as Zhao Beichuan’s.

Since the audience liked this kind of content, they might as well explore it. After all, they were just starting out, feeling their way forward. They had to experiment to gradually build a fanbase.

All in all, this was a promising beginning!

After checking the comments, Lu Yao opened his private messages. This time, there were over four hundred.

Some asked if he was really a delivery guy, where he worked, and whether they could place an order with him.

Others inquired about him becoming a male model or requested to add him on WeChat.

Lu Yao directly blocked those who were too suggestive. The more normal messages he simply read without replying.

Unexpectedly, there was even a promotion request among them—someone wanted him to help advertise shoes, offering 1,000 yuan per post, just for pinning the ad in the comment section.

Lu Yao thought the price was a bit low, so he negotiated with the client. They finally settled on 1,500 yuan for a three-day pinned post.

This was a fairly standard rate. Given his background in advertising, he was well aware of the pricing in the industry. Landing a promotion deal so early with a new account was already a great achievement.

After pinning the ad, the client promptly transferred the money.

Fifteen hundred yuan wasn’t an astronomical sum, but it wasn’t insignificant either—it was enough for several days of delivery work. Lu Yao immediately transferred the money to Zhao Beichuan.

A moment later, Zhao Beichuan responded with a question mark.

Lu Yao sent a screenshot of the chat: “You earned this yourself.”

Zhao Beichuan accepted the money and, after a while, transferred back 666 yuan as a bonus, with a note saying “profit sharing.”

Lu Yao couldn’t help but smile. “You hold onto it for now. We’ll settle things at the end of the month.”

“Alright.” Zhao Beichuan was busy delivering orders and didn’t have time for more conversation.

Lu Yao started brainstorming ideas for the next video. Since viewers loved the masked transformation, why not shoot another similar one?

Recently, a kick-the-camera transition had been trending, and Lu Yao planned to have Zhao Beichuan try it.

The concept was simple: he would start in his delivery uniform, kick the camera, spin mid-air, and transition into a new outfit.

This time, Lu Yao wasn’t going to rent clothes. Firstly, rented clothes rarely fit well. Secondly, they weren’t cheap. It was better to buy a few pieces that could be reused.

After lunch, Lu Yao went to a mall in the city center and bought three dress shirts—white, black, and slate blue. He also picked up a shoulder strap and an armband for the shirts—accessories that made the outfit look especially seductive, highlighting the chest and biceps. Just imagining it made Lu Yao gulp.

He also bought two pairs of dress pants—one in solid black and the other in deep gray—along with a pair of leather shoes.

The shoes were slightly more expensive, but good quality was necessary to ensure the final video had the right feel. Carrying his haul, Lu Yao hurried home, eagerly anticipating the evening’s shoot.

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That night, Zhao Beichuan finished work earlier than usual because it started raining around 8 p.m.

At first, it was just a light drizzle, but by 9 p.m., the rain had intensified. With fewer customers ordering food and puddles forming on the roads, Zhao Beichuan didn’t want to take risks.

The last time he took delivery orders in the rain, his electric bike battery got ruined, costing him 800 yuan to replace. That loss still stung, so he packed up early and headed home.

On the way, he messaged Lu Yao: “I’m back. Are we still filming tonight?”

“So early!” Lu Yao had been watching short videos, looking for inspiration. For now, it was hard to create original content—riding the wave of trending topics was the best strategy. He had saved quite a few video ideas.

“Yeah, it’s raining, so I finished early.”

Lu Yao quickly pulled off his headphones and ran to the balcony. Sure enough, outside, the rain was pouring down in torrents. He had been too focused on his phone to notice.

“Be careful on your way back.”

A long time passed before he received a reply: “I’m downstairs.”

Lu Yao’s heartbeat skipped a beat. He nearly sprinted to press the elevator button. In no time, Zhao Beichuan arrived.

He hadn’t brought an umbrella, wearing only a raincoat. His shoes and hair were soaked.

“Come in quickly. Are you cold?”

“I’m fine.”

It was late September—early autumn, with temperatures fluctuating. Some days were warm enough for short sleeves, but others required layering.

Inside, Lu Yao handed him a dry towel. “This is the one you used last time. It’s been washed.”

“Thanks.” Zhao Beichuan wiped his face.

“No need to thank me. Have a seat—I’ll get you some water.” Lu Yao poured a cup of warm water, but Zhao Beichuan remained standing.

“My socks and pants are wet…” He didn’t want to dirty the sofa.

“Why don’t you take them off and put them in the washer? It has a drying function—they should be ready by the time we finish shooting.”

After some hesitation, Zhao Beichuan followed him to the bathroom, unbuckled his belt, and took off his pants and socks, leaving only his boxer briefs. Lu Yao stole a glance before quickly looking away…

This wasn’t ideal. Afraid he’d embarrass himself, Lu Yao rummaged through his wardrobe and found a loose pair of sweatpants for Zhao Beichuan. Since their height difference was significant, the pants looked more like cropped trousers on him.

“Come over and check your account first.” Lu Yao opened his computer, analyzing the stats and discussing future plans with him.

“You’ve reached two thousand followers now, so you can add a shopping cart link to your profile. Want to sell anything?”

Zhao Beichuan shook his head. “I don’t know much about this. You handle it.”

“I’ll start by adding two high-margin products. We can swap them out later.”

“Okay.”

The listed products included a high-commission facial cleanser and disposable garbage bags. Both were inexpensive, allowing for a small profit from each sale through his shop window.

The purpose of this account was clear—to make money. There was no concern about maintaining an idol image or anything like that.

At first, Zhao Beichuan stood behind him watching, but gradually, he moved closer and closer, eventually bending down and almost enclosing him in his arms from behind.

Lu Yao felt the warm breath near his neck. He turned his head to glance at Zhao Beichuan, but their noses accidentally brushed against each other’s faces.

For a moment, both of them were stunned. Lu Yao quickly pulled away. “S-Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Zhao Beichuan raised his hand and touched his cheek, his Adam’s apple moving up and down.

With the products now listed, they started filming for the day.

The first scene was Zhao Beichuan entering from outside, wearing his delivery uniform. Upon reaching the entryway, he would kick the camera, transitioning into a new outfit.

This required precise filming skills—if done well, the visual impact would be strong; if not, it would just be another generic transformation video without novelty.

To achieve the best effect, Lu Yao knelt on the ground, positioning the camera very low. A low-angle shot not only increased the impact but also emphasized the subject’s physique. With Zhao Beichuan’s broad shoulders and long legs, the shot carried an intense sense of pressure, making one’s scalp tingle.

“You can start now.”

Zhao Beichuan walked in from the doorway, carrying an empty delivery box. As he approached Lu Yao, he lifted his foot and lightly tapped the camera, while Lu Yao smoothly rotated the angle.

The first take didn’t turn out great—Zhao Beichuan was too cautious about hitting the camera, and his kick lacked force, making it look soft.

“I’ll put my arm over the camera this time. Walk over and actually kick it—you need to be firm.”

Zhao Beichuan remained silent.

The second take was even worse; he didn’t even touch Lu Yao’s sleeve.

“This won’t work. There’s no intensity—put more force into it; it’s fine.”

On the third attempt, it still didn’t work. Zhao Beichuan was too reserved, afraid of hurting Lu Yao.

With no other choice, Lu Yao handed him the camera and demonstrated it himself. Maintaining an indifferent expression, he walked in from outside, and upon reaching Zhao Beichuan, he raised his foot and kicked the back of Zhao Beichuan’s hand—not too hard, not too soft, just right.

His cold, aloof demeanor made Zhao Beichuan’s breath hitch, and a certain part of him almost instantly stood at attention.

“Did you get it?”

“Mm…”

“Shall we try again?”

“Wait a moment. I need to go to the bathroom.”

When he came out of the bathroom, Zhao Beichuan’s face was slightly red, though his darker skin tone made it less noticeable.

This time, following Lu Yao’s instructions, he got it right on the first try. However, he miscalculated his strength and ended up bruising Lu Yao’s arm.

“Are you okay?”

Zhao Beichuan, feeling guilty, grabbed Lu Yao’s arm and started massaging it, but his strong hands made Lu Yao grimace in pain—it felt more like bone-setting than a massage.

“Hiss… It’s fine, it’s fine.” Damn, this guy was really strong.

Lu Yao shook his arm and checked the footage. It turned out great. Now, they just needed to shoot the transition.

“Try on these outfits so I can see which one works best.”

Zhao Beichuan sat down and started undressing right then and there. Lu Yao, face turning red, rested his chin on his hand and admired the view. Those chest muscles, those abs… He really wanted to reach out and touch them.

When Zhao Beichuan put on a white dress shirt, his entire aura shifted. With his face, he looked both refined and subtly intimidating.

Lu Yao grabbed the shoulder straps and arm bands to help him put them on. The shoulder straps were tight and tricky to fasten. The more he struggled, the more his fingers brushed against Zhao Beichuan’s chest, causing an electrifying sensation that threw Zhao Beichuan’s breathing into disarray.

Zhao Beichuan grabbed his hand and held it still. “I’ll do it myself.”

“O-Okay.”

Once the straps were secured, his chest muscles were fully outlined, making the look even more provocative. Lu Yao could hardly breathe just from looking at him.

“A-Alright, just walk through this way.”

This shot didn’t require much skill—editing would slow it down, and as long as it looked smooth, it would be fine. Lu Yao filmed multiple takes and selected the best one for editing.

They finished earlier than usual today, wrapping up before 11 PM. Zhao Beichuan changed back into his own clothes and thanked Lu Yao again. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me.” Honestly, Lu Yao felt like he was benefiting just as much. He used to be so starved for physical contact that he couldn’t even touch another man’s hand. Now, he got to admire a hot guy’s abs up close whenever he wanted.

After transferring the footage to his computer, Lu Yao started editing. Zhao Beichuan didn’t disturb him; instead, he cleaned up the living room, wiped the floors, and quietly left with his clothes.

By the time he stepped outside, the rain had stopped, revealing a sky speckled with stars.

Back at his rental garage, he stripped down and lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he recalled the sensation of Lu Yao’s hands on his chest.

That tingling, numbing touch seemed to burrow straight into his heart.

Frustrated, Zhao Beichuan turned over, remembering the first time he visited Lu Yao’s place and accidentally saw the images on his computer screen—deepfake edits of him and Lu Yao together.

In an instant, all the blood in his body rushed downward.

Pressing a hand over his disobedient reaction, his breathing grew heavier.

“Lu Yao…”

His deep voice murmured the name, lingering on his tongue, unwilling to fade.