Liu Buli never expected Lu Wuming to kiss him in front of those two. Even though it was just a fleeting touch, it happened, and the two of them saw it clearly.
You Siqi’s mouth fell open, and he stared at them for a moment. Then he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. When he looked up again and saw they had separated, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Shen Muzhi beside him, saying, "Muzhi, I must have had a hallucination just now."
"Coincidentally, I think I had the same hallucination you're talking about," Shen Muzhi shrugged, his embarrassment no less than You Siqi's. He said, "To be honest, I thought you guys were joking before, but now it seems I underestimated things?"
You Siqi tugged at the corner of his mouth.
This topic was beyond his comprehension.
After all, he was straight and not at all interested in BL. Yet, seeing these two grown men kiss, he actually found them quite a good match. You Siqi felt he must be going mad.
Liu Buli had already turned to stone from Lu Wuming's sudden action. Hearing Shen Muzhi’s words, he didn’t know how to retort.
Only Lu Wuming’s expression remained unchanged. He nodded at Shen Muzhi and stated directly, "Master is mine. You didn't see wrong."
Shen Muzhi paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
Lu Wuming, in his current state, was like a lion declaring its territory.
Shen Muzhi could tell that he was the one being declared to, but he couldn't understand what he had done to make Lu Wuming see him as a hypothetical enemy.
He couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking about it.
His heart wasn't on Liu Buli anyway, so he wasn't worried about Lu Wuming overthinking things.
He admitted that Liu Buli was indeed beautiful, with no second person like him in the entire cultivation world. But he also knew that Liu Buli was clearly a proud and thorny flower.
Anyone who wanted to pick it had to be prepared for a bloody battle.
Shen Muzhi considered himself not to be the masochistic type, so he preferred the harmless and timid little writer beside him.
With that thought, his mischievous intentions surfaced. Shen Muzhi’s lips curled into a smile, and he reached out to put an arm around You Siqi’s shoulder. With his other hand, he cupped the other man’s chin and leaned in, saying with feigned affection, "Siqi, they've performed. Shouldn't we also play along and share a kiss?"
You Siqi almost peed himself on the spot.
He struggled with all his might to break free from Shen Muzhi’s embrace and emphatically reiterated, "Don't do that. I'm straight, extremely straight, I can't handle this!"
As he said this, he took a few steps back.
Shen Muzhi smiled and shrugged, indicating it was just a joke.
Liu Buli, who had been silent all this time, finally regained his senses. Putting aside the awkwardness of the previous scene, he glanced at You Siqi and said seriously, "Homophobia is a sign of being closeted. I advise you to recognize yourself sooner rather than later."
You Siqi felt like cursing.
However, given the formidable strength of Liu Buli and Lu Wuming, he ultimately chose to shut up and eat.
Shen Muzhi hadn't figured out how to deal with Duan Liuyun's problem yet. After chatting with Liu Buli for a while, he didn't stay any longer.
He bid farewell and left the courtyard with Lu Wuming. After walking a few steps, Liu Buli turned to look at the person beside him and asked, "Wuming, why did you have to do that just now? What were you worried about? Did you think I would fall for one of them?"
Lu Wuming lowered his head.
He didn't want to answer this question.
To be honest, even when he occasionally pretended to be insecure in front of his Master, he did it very obviously, so obviously that the other person could quickly tell he was faking it.
Because whether it was fake or not, Master would always act according to his wishes.
And Master didn't like seeing him insecure, so he couldn't truly be insecure.
But…
Shen Muzhi was taller than him and better built. His appearance was outstanding, and he didn't have that indelible air of wickedness on his face.
From any angle, it seemed natural for Master to like him.
This was Lu Wuming's deepest insecurity, hidden in his heart.
He didn't want to tell his Master.
As he was agonizing and hesitating, Liu Buli, who was holding his hand, suddenly laughed. Shaking his head, he sighed softly and asked slowly, "Wuming, what do I have to do for you to believe, to remember, that my heart will always only have you?"