Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs - Chapter 179

The chat was flooded with “yooooooo~~~”

“Rubbing my hands like a fly, I’m so excited!”

“Uncle, if you’re not showing your face, can you at least show your body?”

“I second that!”

“Give us some prime fan service!”

“Master, you know we’ve been starving since childhood…”

Lu Yao adjusted his glasses. He actually didn’t mind showing his physique. His next advertisement was already planned to feature a video of him shaving, showing only his hands.

During his time working in advertising, Lu Yao had learned about certain niche subcultures in the danmei community. Though it was a niche interest, the traffic was still considerable. Perhaps they could develop in this direction.

“Thank you, Mr. W, for the gift. Thank you, thank you,” Zhao Beichuan suddenly spoke, snapping Lu Yao back to reality.

He glanced down at his phone and was startled—someone had just sent a “Carnival” gift in the livestream! The enormous special effect covered half the screen and took quite a while to fade away.

Even though Zhao Beichuan didn’t know the exact value of the gift, he could tell from the effect that it wasn’t cheap.

A flashy message with special effects floated across the screen: Tell Xiao Lu to come and talk.

“???”

WHITE(Bai).

The moment Lu Yao saw the name, he knew it was that idiot Bai Chi. He quickly sent him a message on his phone.

“Do you have too much money and nowhere to spend it?”

“Hehehe, just trying to give your little delivery boy some face.”

“The platform takes half. You might as well just wire the money to me directly.”

“That wouldn’t be as fun. Sending gifts makes me look generous.”

Lu Yao couldn’t help but laugh. “Shameless. Have you landed?”

“Yeah, just got here. I’m freezing to death.”

C City was notorious for its cold winters. The weather here was crazy—scorching hot in summer and freezing in winter.

Zhao Beichuan turned his head and glanced at Lu Yao, noticing that he was chatting with someone. Thinking about the gift sender’s name, he immediately guessed that it was Bai Chi.

That guy was really haunting him like a lingering ghost…

Realizing that Bai Chi was watching his livestream, Zhao Beichuan’s eyes flickered with an idea. He suddenly said, Ge, I’m a little thirsty. Can you pour me some water?”

Lu Yao got up and went to the living room, returning with a glass of water.

When Zhao Beichuan took the glass, his hand trembled on purpose, causing water to spill onto his shirt.

A large patch of his white shirt got wet. Lu Yao quickly grabbed some tissues, flustered as he tried to help wipe the water off him.

Even though the camera didn’t capture Lu Yao’s full body, his arms and hands could be seen moving across Zhao Beichuan’s chest and abs as he wiped.

The chat exploded with screams: “AAAAAHHHHH!!!”

Zhao Beichuan squinted slightly at the camera in a provocative manner, letting Bai Chi see for himself—Lu Yao was with him now. They could have close physical contact anytime.

What he didn’t expect was that another flood of special effects suddenly filled the screen. Bai Chi, that fool, was on the other end of the phone howling—these two were way too seductive!!! Even more exciting than watching an actual movie!

“It’s too wet to wipe clean. Maybe you should change into another shirt?” Lu Yao suggested in a quiet voice.

Zhao Beichuan smirked and quietly grasped his hand under the table. “No need. It’ll dry soon.”

Lu Yao tried to pull away but couldn’t, so he just pulled a chair over and sat beside him.

His phone vibrated non-stop—most likely Bai Chi spamming messages—but Lu Yao had lost the mood to check. His heart was practically pounding out of his chest from Zhao Beichuan holding his hand.

It was just hand-holding. They had held hands during their first livestream too, so why was he feeling so nervous now?

Especially when Zhao Beichuan’s thumb lightly rubbed against his fingers. Every tiny motion sent tingles up Lu Yao’s arm, making his skin prickle, and soon, his palm was damp with sweat.

“I… I need to go to the bathroom.” Lu Yao panicked, yanking his hand away and hurriedly leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

Zhao Beichuan’s gaze darkened slightly, but he continued interacting with the chat. “What should I do for a talent show today? I guess I’ll sing. Uncle got me a sound card, so the effects should be better than before.”

He selected a few tracks he was confident in and started singing.

There was no denying that Zhao Beichuan had an incredible voice—deep, magnetic, and alluring. No matter what song he sang, it carried a unique charm. The viewer count quickly surpassed four digits, and many people in the chat began sending gifts.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Lu Yao grabbed a bottle of ice-cold mineral water from the fridge and chugged down half of it in one go, finally suppressing the heat rising inside him.

He rubbed his fingertips together—this kind of ambiguous tension was both intoxicating and torturous.

Pulling out his phone, he checked Bai Chi’s messages.

“AAAAAHHHH!”

“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”

……

Lu Yao replied, “What are you screaming about???”

“You two are literally killing me with how good you look together!!!”

Lu Yao was confused. “What do you mean?”

“That kid totally spilled the water on himself on purpose so you’d wipe him, didn’t he?”

“Did he?”

“Damn it! You didn’t see his smug face just now? You totally gave him a free feel!”

Lu Yao bit his lip, stifling a laugh. “It’s not as dramatic as you’re making it sound.”

“You two are natural at fan service. Watching your livestream is more thrilling than watching an actual movie.”

“I think it’s pretty fun too.”

Lu Yao wasn’t stupid—of course, he could tell that Zhao Beichuan had done it on purpose. But he was enjoying the process just the same.

Bai Chi flipped over on his bed, scratching his head anxiously. “So are you guys just going to keep flirting forever?”

“What else?”

“Aren’t you eager to take things all the way?”

Lu Yao took off his glasses. “I want a long-term, stable romantic relationship, not just a temporary physical one. So, there’s no rush.”

Ever since he was a child, he had a habit—when eating, he always saved his favorite part for last, savoring it bite by bite to truly enjoy the taste. Love was the same way.

Bai Chi stopped replying, unsure if he was shocked or just speechless.

Lu Yao put his phone away and poured Zhao Beichuan another glass of water. That brat had spilled water all over himself earlier but hadn’t actually taken a sip. After singing for so long, his throat was probably dry.

As he pushed the door open, music drifted out. A deep, husky voice was singing softly:

“If memories never wither, what’s there to fear in endless reincarnation? A thousand years of waiting would not be in vain, if only I could see your smile again.”

“You are the heartbeat left unfinished in my past life, you are the mark upon my chest in the life to come.”

“Without knowing the ending, how could I ever forget you…?”

CRASH!

Lu Yao’s breath hitched, a sharp pang swelling in his chest. The glass in his hand slipped and shattered on the floor.

Countless unfamiliar images flashed through his mind, and before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face.

Zhao Beichuan turned at the sound, startled by Lu Yao’s expression. He immediately tore off his headset and rushed over. “Lu-ge, what’s wrong?!”

“I… I’m fine.” Lu Yao steadied himself against the doorframe, waiting for the suffocating sadness to fade. He bent down to pick up the broken glass, but Zhao Beichuan grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“I got it. You should go rest for a bit.” He bent down and, without further ado, picked him up and placed him on the bed nearby.

More than three thousand viewers were utterly confused, watching as Zhao Beichuan carried a man and placed him on the bed in the back. Although his face wasn’t fully visible, just from his physique and fair skin, it was obvious he was a handsome guy!

“Is that Little Uncle? It must be, right? These two have such an insane body contrast!!!”

“Ababababa, are we really about to get a pay-per-view live stream?!”

“Wait, bro, be careful you don’t get your account banned!”

Zhao Beichuan suddenly remembered that the camera was still on, and he quickly rushed over to turn off the livestream.

Then, he crouched beside the bed and carefully asked, “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Lu Yao gazed quietly at Zhao Beichuan, his eyes faintly shimmering with tears. That familiar feeling appeared again—almost as if, many years ago, he had looked at this person in the exact same way.

Zhao Beichuan was deeply worried. He reached out to check Lu Yao’s forehead, but it wasn’t hot. “Where do you feel unwell?”

“I’m fine. What was the name of the song you just sang?”

“Millennium.”

Lu Yao repeated the words in his heart. “It’s beautiful. Can you sing it for me again sometime?”

“Of course.”

“I’m sleepy. I want to rest. You should go to bed early too.”

“Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”

“I don’t. Now go rest.”

Zhao Beichuan tucked Lu Yao in, wiped up the spilled water on the floor, and only then closed the door and left.

The moment Lu Yao closed his eyes, he heard a faint sound from the door again. Turning his head, he saw Zhao Beichuan coming back in, carrying a pillow and blanket.

“Ahem, I’m just afraid you might feel sick in the middle of the night and I won’t hear you, so I’m sleeping here on the floor tonight.” Zhao Beichuan put the pillow down, spreading half of the blanket on the ground and draping the other half over himself.

Lu Yao licked his lips. “The floor is so hard. Can you even sleep comfortably?”

“It’s fine. The wire bed in the garage was even worse than the floor.”

“Come up here.”

Zhao Beichuan’s eyes snapped open. “N-No, it’s fine. I can just sleep down here…”

“Either you sleep in the bed, or you go back to your own room.”

Zhao Beichuan obediently grabbed his pillow and got onto the bed. The large, soft bed had more than enough space for two men, but he still tensed up and lay as close to the edge as possible.

“Why are you so far away? I’m not going to eat you.” Lu Yao’s voice was a little hoarse, probably due to the emotional turmoil earlier. His tone was also somewhat firm.

Zhao Beichuan scooted a little closer. “Lu-ge, are you feeling better?”

“Mm. Go to sleep.” Lu Yao closed his eyes, his breathing gradually slowing.

But Zhao Beichuan couldn’t sleep. Just the thought of lying in the same bed as Lu Yao made his body react involuntarily.

In the darkness, his senses were heightened. The familiar woody fragrance of Lu Yao’s cologne rushed into his nose, making his desires surge even more.

Zhao Beichuan reached down and pinched the inside of his thigh, the pain making him curse softly. This was absolute torture—it would’ve been better if he had just slept on the floor…

Lu Yao fell asleep, but his sleep was restless.

He was dreaming again.

This time, the dream was completely different from before. It wasn’t vague or blurry—it was as vivid and clear as if it were carved into his memory.

In an antique-style room, he had just finished bathing and was sitting on the bed, drying his hair. The door opened, and Zhao Beichuan came in from outside, sitting on the bed beside him, talking about the restaurant’s business.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Beichuan wrapped his arms around him from behind. “In a few more months, the baby will be born. What should we name them?”

Lu Yao looked down at his slightly rounded belly. He didn’t feel surprised at all, as if it were perfectly natural for a man to be pregnant.

“We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl yet. Let Xiaodouzi name them when the time comes. I’m sure whatever they come up with will sound better than anything we could think of.”

“Sounds good.”

A rough palm slipped under his clothes, caressing his smooth belly, gradually moving downward.

Lu Yao felt his heart race, his body heating up. “Stop touching…”

Zhao Beichuan bit his earlobe, breathing hotly against his skin. “It’s already five months. The doctor said it’s fine if we take it slow.”

“Like you could ever take it slow. You always go so hard…”

“I can be gentle. I’ll take it slow.”

Zhao Beichuan blew out the candle, pulled him into his arms, and kissed him as he slowly removed their clothes…

(A river crab scuttled by.)

[Author’s Note]

As everyone knows, crabs can be eaten. Harmony, however, cannot.