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“You know. I was under the impression that this was a booty call,” he says, unashamed of the words that leave his mouth. Zhu Yilong stiffens and shifts in his chair. Bai Yu arches an eyebrow at him. “I did wonder what had finally managed to break the mighty Director Zhu’s composure that he was calling me for a booty call to his office in the middle of the day—but I guess I was wrong.”

Zhu Yilong’s eyes never stray from the papers before him, but Bai Yu can tell that his attention isn’t single-focused anymore. A beat passes, and then Zhu Yilong’s hands are carefully shuffling the papers back into their folders.

He folds his hands on top of the desk. “You were not mistaken.”

Negotiating an offer neither of them can refuse.

Zhu Yilong is a magpie who dreams of becoming a rockstar.

Bai Yu is part of the stage crew where Zhu Yilong accidentally signs a contract.

They saunter vaguely sideways into a queerdomestic romance.

The Boyfriend Tag- Boyfriend does my makeup.

Famous gaming youtuber Bai Yu is back with another video but this time it is in collaboration with his boyfriend Zhu Yilong, the beauty vlogger!

Bai Yu and Zhu Yi Long knew each other since university and they become best friends where they studied hard politics.
Zhu Yi Long was ready to present himself as a candidate for be the president of the country.
He was ready to change the view of the country.
And he wanted that Bai Yu becomes his advisor.

They were so good friends that lots thought they were in a couple but it's only rumored.
Because they were both pining for the other.

Doctor Zhu Yilong is a reputed Andrologist and Bai Yu is a famous idol who needs Doctor Zhu to help him with his problems.

A pencil sketch of Zhu Yilong during one of his New Year performances.

Welcome to The Impulse

where Zhu Yilong is our star performer performing only on selected days...and Bai Yu is here to watch him..

The wind is getting up, pushing the cold deeper into Zhu Yilong's bones. He shivers. Without a word, Bai Yu unwinds his woollen scarf and wraps it around Zhu Yilong's neck. He smooths one end down over his chest, and Zhu Yilong's heart rises up to meet his fingers.

He strolls into Zhu Yilong’s office with the swagger of someone who’s accustomed to being bent over the nearest flat surface.

He’d be pretty spread across his desk, Zhu Yilong decides.

Now he seemed frozen, caught out. Where he’d been relaxing a moment before, now his sprawl seemed tense and artificial.

“What do you mean,” he said, “‘agreement’?”

Baiyu is an avid stan. Zhu Yilong does his best to indulge his stan career.