Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs - Chapter 188

After returning home, Lu Yao sent a message to Yi Mingde.

“Master Yi, do you have time?”

The other party replied almost instantly, “Yes, I do.”

“It’s like this—about what I asked you last time, I’ve made some new discoveries.”

“Go on.”

Lu Yao told him about how he and Zhao Beichuan had the same dream. “Is it possible that the dream is a memory from our past lives?”

“I can’t speculate on that. It just so happens that I’ll be going to A City tomorrow. We can talk in person then.”

“Alright, thank you for your time.”

A while later, Yi Mingde sent another message: “Bai Chi is with you, right?”

“Ah, he just came over a few days ago. Do you need something from him?”

“Nothing in particular.”

Putting down his phone, Zhao Beichuan curiously asked, “Bro, who is that?”

“A metaphysics master that Bai Chi introduced to me.”

“For real? You sure he’s not a fraud?”

“He shouldn’t be a fraud. Metaphysics is something you shouldn’t believe too much in, but you also shouldn’t completely dismiss it. He does have some real abilities.”

But why was he suddenly asking about Bai Chi? Lu Yao decided to give Bai Chi a heads-up first so that things wouldn’t be awkward when the man arrived.

He made a video call, and after waiting for a long time, the other side finally picked up.

“What were you doing? Why didn’t you answer the phone?”

The video was a bit dark, and there was faint dynamic music in the background. “In the nightclub restroom, came here specifically to take your video call.”

Zhao Beichuan clicked his tongue. Though he knew nothing was going on between this guy and Lu Ge, he still couldn’t stand how flirtatious he was.

Bai Chi also heard his voice. “Yo, the little delivery guy is out of the hospital?”

“Don’t call him that.”

“Alright, alright, you’re already defending him.”

Lu Yao’s face turned slightly red. “I need to tell you something. I just contacted that Master Yi guy. He asked if you were here—seems like he’s coming over tomorrow.”

“Let him come then.”

“I’m just worried he might make a scene, like he’s your ex or something.”

“I don’t even count as friends with that guy. It’s all just one-sided craziness on his part—he keeps insisting I’m his destined match or whatever. I can’t be bothered with him.”

Lu Yao chuckled. “Alright then. Just don’t drink too much and get home early.”

“Don’t worry. For the sake of this face, I never dare to stay up late.” Bai Chi suddenly grinned mischievously, as if he’d thought of something. “Now that you two are out of the hospital, isn’t it about time for some burning passion—”

Lu Yao immediately ended the call, then sat there, blushing, staring at Zhao Beichuan.

“I-I’ll go tidy up the bedroom first, I have a livestream later.”

“Alright.”

Zhao Beichuan, unable to move his legs much, sat on the couch watching him bustle about. After a while, he secretly took out his phone and started searching: “How do men have sex? How to make your boyfriend feel good? How to make a man climax…”

Once the bedroom was tidied up, Lu Yao adjusted the livestream equipment, planning to go live for a bit to maintain engagement.

His account had already grown to over forty thousand followers. If not for these past few days of inactivity, it could’ve gained even more.

But looking at things now, the account had a lot of potential. At least seven or eight different agencies had reached out to him, including some well-known ones. However, he hadn’t agreed to any of them yet, planning to see how things developed first.

Zhao Beichuan sat in a chair, put on a mask, expertly adjusted the livestream settings, and started the stream.

Since he hadn’t announced it in advance, there were only a few viewers at the beginning, and the comments weren’t many. However, most of them had familiar usernames. Since there weren’t many people online, Zhao Beichuan didn’t plan on singing—just chatting casually with everyone.

“Streamer, why haven’t you been live these past few days?”

Zhao Beichuan cleared his throat. “Had a little accident—got my leg broken in a car accident.”

“Oh my god, that’s heartbreaking!”

“Are you feeling better? No rush, you can take more time to rest if needed.”

“Seriously? Not selling BL anymore, now selling misery?”

Lu Yao recognized this username—it was “Straight Guy Selling BL, Halfway to the Grave.” Every stream, this little hater would show up to mock them. This person was oddly dedicated—even joined the stream faster than actual fans.

Zhao Beichuan recognized them too. He lifted his leg so the cast was visible in the frame. “What’s there to sell? I can’t even make money from streaming right now—what’s in it for me?”

The person clearly hadn’t expected such a straightforward response and was momentarily speechless. After a while, they finally typed: “Heh, then go back to selling BL.”

Lu Yao was amused. This person was such a classic case of “saying one thing, meaning another.”

Zhao Beichuan glanced at Lu Yao, his eyes full of laughter as well.

Then, the chat started spamming:

“Uncle, are you next to him? Get Uncle to say something!”
“Uncle, Uncle, Uncle!”

“Hello, everyone,” Lu Yao greeted softly.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

“I love Uncle’s voice so much!” Right after that, a flashy gift effect popped up—someone had sent a luxury cruise worth 600 yuan.

Lu Yao blushed and quickly said, “Thank you, sweetheart, but you don’t have to send me gifts…I don’t really have any talents.”

“No talents needed, just hearing you talk is enough~”

“Then I’ll chat with everyone for a bit.” Lu Yao moved his chair slightly closer. The camera didn’t show his face—only a glimpse of his shoulder and arm.

He was wearing a coffee-colored sweater today, with the sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing a pale forearm. The contrast against Zhao Beichuan’s bronze-toned skin made the chat explode again.

“Uncle, how long have you and Chuan-ge known each other?”

“A little over a month.”

“Are you two officially together?”

Lu Yao turned his head. “Are we?”

Zhao Beichuan stared directly at his lips. “Aren’t we?”

Lu Yao chuckled. “Yeah, we’re together.”

“Oh my god, my ship is real!!!”
“These two are so perfect together—I feel like I’m living in one of my favorite novels!”
“Book lovers can smell the romance from miles away~”

“When will you do a face reveal stream? I really want to see what you both look like!”

The little hater popped up again. “Probably ugly. If they show their faces, no one will watch anymore.”

Zhao Beichuan didn’t mind. “I already said—when we hit 500,000 followers, we’ll do a face reveal livestream. It’s bound to happen eventually. As for Uncle, that depends on whether he wants to.”

Lu Yao wasn’t planning on showing his face on stream. Just speaking in the chat already made him feel a bit anxious—if he had to face the camera directly, he’d probably freeze up completely.

After streaming for half an hour, the viewer count reached triple digits. Finally, someone brought up the topic of the Bluebird video.

“Streamer, streamer! That kissing video on Bluebird—is that you and Uncle?!”

“Came here after seeing it—damn, that kiss was intense!”

“Wait, what video? I haven’t seen it! Someone bring me the evidence!”

“It’s the follow-up to the shaving video from a few days ago—you can find it on Bluebird.”

“OMG, someone give me a plane ticket—I need to see this!”

“I’ve downloaded it. Message me if you want it.”

Lu Yao quickly spoke up, “Everyone, don’t randomly private message strangers—be careful of scams. That account is called ‘sweetyao.’ Search for it, and you should be able to find it.”

“Pfft, Uncle Lu, you’re so honest!”

“Uncle Lu must be super good-looking. I’ve watched that video over ten times. Based on my extensive experience with handsome guys, just from the side profile and bone structure, he’s definitely a looker!”

“Can someone be kind enough to send a screenshot? I’m dying of curiosity!”

“Streamer, why don’t you create a fan group? That way, next time you go live, you can send a notification in the group.”

That was actually a good idea. Lu Yao immediately took out his phone and created a fan group in the backend. As long as someone followed the streamer and got a nameplate, they could join.

A single group could hold 500 people. As soon as he finished setting it up, over 300 people flooded in. The chat was moving too fast, so Lu Yao, worried that they might post inappropriate content, set a 10-second message cooldown, which finally slowed things down.

Someone in the group asked, “Uncle Lu, will you be posting more bonus videos on Little twitter in the future?”

Lu Yao: …

“Don’t be shy! We won’t spread it around.”

“Yeah, yeah! We really love the way you two interact—it’s full of sexual tension.”

“Just picturing it a little…”

Lu Yao: “We’ll see in the future if there’s a chance.”

“Hehehe, I noticed that Uncle Lu has such a soft personality. A little persuasion, and he’ll agree. I love it~”

“Brother Chuan, on the other hand, is pretty tough. He looks kinda scary when he puts on a stern face.”

“Don’t you guys think they’re a perfect match? Like, when they’re doing it, Uncle Lu would say he’s too tired and doesn’t want to continue, but with a little coaxing, he’d give in, and in the end, he’d get f*cked unconscious.”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! This is too much!!!”

Lu Yao held his forehead—just what exactly were these people imagining? The two of them hadn’t even done anything yet; they had only kissed.

Zhao Beichuan had no idea what was being discussed in the fan group. He just noticed that the chat in the livestream was scrolling a bit slower. Around 10 p.m., he yawned.

Lu Yao looked up. “Tired?”

“Not really.”

“Let’s stop streaming. Go take a shower and get some rest.”

Zhao Beichuan had been waiting for those words. He waved goodbye to the livestream audience and directly turned off the camera.

The bathroom partition was made of frosted glass. There was no bathtub, only a showerhead. With one leg in a cast, it was extremely inconvenient for Zhao Beichuan to shower alone.

Lu Yao helped him into the bathroom, placed a plastic stool down for him to sit on, and in the narrow space, both of their breaths became slightly unsteady.

“I… I’ll help you wash up?”

“Okay.” Zhao Beichuan reached out and pulled off his shirt, revealing a well-toned, muscular body that rose and fell with his breathing.

Even though he had seen it many times before, Lu Yao still couldn’t help but swallow. “Your body looks amazing…”

Lu Yao wasn’t fat—he was 1.76 meters tall and weighed 65 kilograms. Because of his higher body fat percentage, he didn’t have any visible abs, just faint outlines.

Zhao Beichuan chuckled in a low voice. “If you got up early and unloaded trucks at the farmers’ market, you’d build one too.”

“I think I’ll pass on that.”

Taking off his pants was a bit of a struggle since his left leg was in a cast and couldn’t bend. Lu Yao had to help him pull his pants down all the way, then lift his foot out.

When it came to his underwear, Zhao Beichuan’s face started to burn. Just as he tugged them down, something suddenly sprang free—almost hitting Lu Yao in the face.

Lu Yao looked up at him. Their eyes met, and Zhao Beichuan felt his scalp about to explode.

Reaching out, he pulled Lu Yao up, cupped the back of his neck, and kissed him.

Lu Yao wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing back, sucking on the tip of his tongue, swallowing each other’s saliva, and indulging in the intoxicating sensation.

By the time they finished, Lu Yao was almost out of breath, his mind blank, his legs weak. He had to sit on Zhao Beichuan’s lap.

“Lu Yao, Ah Yao~” Zhao Beichuan was like a large dog, resting his head on Lu Yao’s shoulder, planting soft kisses on his neck.

Lu Yao shivered all over. “D-Don’t mess around… Let’s shower first, and then we can…”

“Alright.”

Afraid of getting his clothes wet, Lu Yao took off his sweater and pants, leaving only his underwear. His exposed skin was even fairer and smoother than what was visible outside. Zhao Beichuan was mesmerized, swallowing hard.

Lu Yao turned on the showerhead, and warm water sprayed down.

“Is the temperature okay?”

“It’s perfect.”

Lu Yao squeezed some shampoo into his palm, rubbing it onto Zhao Beichuan’s head, his fingers gently massaging his scalp. White foam quickly formed, and a few suds accidentally landed on his body. Zhao Beichuan reached out to wipe them away, but his hand slowly slid downward… and slipped inside.

“Don’t…” Lu Yao’s abdomen tensed up, and he almost let out a sound.

Zhao Beichuan gave him no chance to refuse, wrapping an arm around his waist, his voice husky. “Let me wash you too.”

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TL note – sorry to disappoint yall but there’re no smexy scenes in the raws too