Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

Fu Sichen?

Ever since waking from his coma, the first meeting between Pei Zhen and Fu Sichen was their last meeting.

Upon hearing his name, Pei Zhen’s pupils constricted momentarily, and his heart skipped a beat. But he recovered quickly and calmly said, “Oh.”

“Oh?” While Pei Zhen didn’t react in a big way, it was Xiao Nian who took up the position that Pei Zhen would typically have in the past. He’d objected without even thinking. “Why do we have to share the shoot with someone? Besides, it’s Fu Sichen. Our Pei Zhen will not do the shoot with that Fu guy!”

“Oh?” A voice came from behind. “Why?”

“Why? The reason is simple. Of course, it’s because our Pei Zhen doesn’t like Fu…” Before Xiao Nian could utter Fu Sichen’s full name, he froze with his mouth wide open. Stunned, he slowly turned around.

Fu Sichen—just the person they were discussing. He was standing there looking at them with an icy half-smile and his hands in his pockets. Especially when he heard the words ‘doesn’t like’, his gaze turned bitingly cold.

“F-Fu…” Xiao Nian was a true expert at reading situations, and in a flash changed his tune. If he had a silk hanky he’d fit perfectly into the role of a mama-san—his smile and eagerness to please were exactly like a pimp’s. “Best Actor Fu, oh, what a coincidence. You are our Pei Pei’s absolute favorite.”

Pei Zhen was flabbergasted, an innocent victim of Xiao Nian’s ridiculous act.

Pei Zhen gave Fu Sichen an indifferent look before quickly looking away without a word, letting the makeup artist do her job.

He didn’t agree to the joint shoot, but neither did he reject the idea.

Fu Sichen’s gaze lingered on Pei Zhen. Unlike the usual coldness, it was oozing with warmth and gentleness. Even Wang Youquan couldn’t bear it and had to break the intensity by coughing deliberately.

“Cough, cough, we’ll have to trouble the makeup artist for Sichen’s makeup.”

The moment he said that, two other makeup artists in the room immediately responded, “I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”

Others took Pei Zhen already, and if they lost Fu Sichen, they’d regret it for their entire lives. The two makeup artists got into an argument over who should do Fu Sichen’s makeup and couldn’t arrive at an agreement. Fu Sichen casually said, “It’s okay, I’ll just do it myself.”

“What?” Everyone was stumped.

The makeup artists covered their cheeks with their hands. “Best Actor Fu, please don’t be angry. I… We…”

They wanted to say that they would stop arguing and make it a fair fight instead. However, Fu Sichen gave a casual ‘Oh’ and went on to make a remark that targeted nobody in particular. “I’m very devoted, from now on my face will not be touched by anyone else.”

Puzzled silence.

Not even letting the makeup artist touch him? So who could touch him?

Those who didn’t know any better looked at each other in dismay; those who knew, namely Pei Zhen, nearly choked on his water and started coughing.

“Ah.” The coughing was a little violent, and the makeup artist’s hand slipped, causing the makeup brush to slide across Pei Zhen’s face mercilessly. She panicked and apologized profusely. “So sorry… I…”

“It’s… it’s okay.” Pei Zhen’s face turned red, but, who knew if it was from the coughing? Even the black streak across his face didn’t make him look any less dashing. “It was my fault.”

Pei Zhen recalled the scene when he first woke from his coma.

The moment he opened his eyes, he found them looking into Fu Sichen’s.

During the moment that their eyes met, time stood still. In that silence, emotions bubbled and rose.

Pei Zhen felt his throat tighten when he saw Fu Sichen’s red eyes. “You…”

Pei Zhen’s voice was hoarse, but that was all he needed to say to rob Fu Sichen of all his sanity. Fu Sichen leaned forward to embrace him.

The weight of Fu Sichen bore down on him as Fu Sichen tightened his embrace. His lips brushed lightly against Pei Zhen’s cheeks and rested next to his ears, setting Pei Zhen ablaze.