Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse – CH139

Chapter 139: Does He Really Like You?

That quiet syllable of agreement made Lin Xiao’s eyes light up in an instant.

The next second, his gaze drifted instinctively across Su Mubai’s features. The amber glow of the setting sun traced the delicate, refined contours of Su Mubai’s profile—the straight bridge of his nose, his thin lips, and those usually cool, aloof eyes that were now shimmering with a soft, misty sheen.

Lin Xiao’s heart began to hammer erratically against his ribs.

A hazy yet vivid memory from that night surged to the surface—the warm, soft touch beneath the haze of alcohol, and that fleeting kiss that had left him tossing and turning through endless dark hours.

“Little Bai,” Lin Xiao called out softly, his voice laced with hesitation and cautious wonder, his breathing slowing to a bare whisper. “That night… was it you I kissed?”

Su Mubai felt self-conscious under such an intense, unblinking stare, a faint blush creeping up the tips of his ears.

He remained quiet for a few agonizing seconds before offering a gentle, almost imperceptible nod.

Lin Xiao’s eyes brightened with pure delight. Closing the distance between them with a few quick steps, he moved until they stood within arm’s reach, close enough to feel each other’s warmth and breath.

Looking at the face before him, Lin Xiao swallowed hard.

In the warm sunset, Su Mubai looked almost ethereal. His pale skin carried a soft, golden luster, his dark eyelashes fluttered downward, and his delicate lips were pressed together in nervous tension, tracing an elegant curve.

The surrounding air grew heavy with an unspoken, lingering tension.

Lin Xiao’s eyes locked onto Su Mubai’s lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing slowly.

He still remembered the texture of that kiss—soft, cool yet burning with shared heat, carrying a faint, clean fragrance. That night had been a blur of drunken fragments, but the impression left by that single touch remained crystal clear, rising unbidden in his mind whenever the night grew still.

Leaning forward, his warm breath brushed lightly against Su Mubai’s cheek.

Su Mubai’s lashes trembled, yet he did not pull away. Instead, his fingers curled tightly into his palms.

Lin Xiao could see the vivid crimson deepening on the tips of Su Mubai’s ears, smell the crisp, familiar scent that belonged entirely to him, and feel the steady heat radiating from his body. His gaze trailed down from Su Mubai’s eyes to the bridge of his nose, finally lingering on his parted lips. His gaze darkened, his breathing turning rapid and uneven.

Just as his lips were about to brush against that tempting softness, Su Mubai suddenly shifted, nimbly stepping aside to break the spell.

“P-people are waiting downstairs,” Su Mubai stammered, an uncharacteristic flutter of panic breaking through his composed voice. The flush had now spread from his ears down the slender slope of his neck. “We should head down. We shouldn’t keep everyone waiting.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and pulled the door open, moving so hurriedly it seemed as though he were fleeing for his life.

Watching him practically bolt from the room, Lin Xiao stood stunned for a moment before the corners of his mouth curved into a helpless, wide grin.

He touched his own lips, staring at the closed doorway. His chest felt full, flooded with warmth and a sweet, restless flutter.

“Little Bai…” he murmured under his breath, unable to wipe the grin from his face.

Even though Su Mubai had dodged his kiss, he hadn’t denied the truth.

And seeing that usually unflappable man so flustered and shy was undeniably captivating.

Taking a deep, steadying breath to calm the wild flutter in his chest, Lin Xiao pushed open the door and headed downstairs.

On the ground floor, Chu Yang was casually peering toward the stairwell. Seeing Su Mubai come down first, he immediately sidled up to him and whispered, “Little Bai, did Old Lin… bully you up there?”

Su Mubai shot him a look, his expression already smoothed back into its familiar, icy calm. “No.”

“That’s a relief,” Chu Yang exhaled, before winking playfully and dropping his voice even lower. “So… is what Old Lin said downstairs actually true? Does he really have feelings for you?”

Su Mubai didn’t answer, merely casting a cool, indifferent side-eye in return.

Chu Yang instantly clamped his mouth shut, knowing better than to push his luck, though the gossip-fueled curiosity in his eyes was practically overflowing.

Just then, Lin Xiao came down the stairs. Spotting Chu Yang hovering right next to Su Mubai, he strode over and smoothly stepped between them, blocking Chu Yang’s view. “What are you two whispering about?”

“Nothing, nothing at all,” Chu Yang chuckled, waving his hands defensively. “Just wondering how your heart-to-heart went.”

Lin Xiao looked at Su Mubai, his eyes softening into a warm gaze. “It went really well.”

Su Mubai looked away and remained silent, but he didn’t walk away either.

Jiang Jue watched the silent dynamics between the three, a glimmer of understanding flashing across his sharp eyes. He chose not to pry, speaking in a calm, decisive tone: “Now that you’ve talked things through, everyone should go get their rooms in order. Starting tomorrow, we need to map out the base’s layout and plan our next steps.”

“Understood, Boss!” everyone answered in unison.

Standing to the side, Wang Li glanced at the fading sunset outside, shifting little Niu Niu higher in her arms as she spoke gently: “It’s getting late. I’ll head over and start dinner for the group.”

Chu Yang, who had been resting his chin on his hand while observing the intriguing atmosphere between Su Mubai and Lin Xiao, snapped back to reality. Tapping his knee, he stood up. “Sounds good! Sister Wang, I’ll go with you. There’s a basement storage room in that villa, so I can pull supplies from my space and stock the shelves. That way, you’ll have everything handy for cooking without needing me to retrieve ingredients every single time.”

Jiang Lin stretched her arms, loosening her stiff joints with bright excitement in her eyes. “Then Li Yu and I will go organize our suite! I want to decorate the third-floor terrace properly and grow some flowers and plants—it’ll make the place look so much nicer.”

Li Yu cut in with an exasperated chuckle, lightly swatting her arm. “Oh, give me a break! Planting flowers? In an apocalypse, we’ll be lucky to grow edible vegetables—radishes, cabbage, scallions, ginger, and garlic. Ever heard of being practical? When they grow, we can actually eat them!” The two women continued their lighthearted bickering as they headed out the door, Li Yu occasionally throwing a playful glare over her shoulder while Jiang Lin dodged with a smirk. Shaking his head in amusement, Wang Qiang followed right behind them with easy strides.

Chu Yang walked with Wang Li over to the larger villa.

The kitchen was spacious, stocked with a complete set of pots, pans, and tableware, though a thin film of dust coated the surfaces. Wang Li found a clean cloth by the sink and immediately set to work wiping down the countertops and stove.

Meanwhile, Chu Yang headed down into the basement. The underground level was even more cavernous than he had imagined, roughly matching the entire square footage of the ground floor. Four massive double-door freezers lined the far wall, alongside several empty plastic storage crates neatly stacked in the corner. A natural chill hung in the air, the temperature easily ten degrees cooler than upstairs, making it a perfect natural cold-storage cellar.

“This space is fantastic,” Chu Yang muttered with satisfaction, focusing his thoughts to withdraw provisions from his spatial dimension.

Sacks of polished rice, wheat flour, and cooking oils were stacked in organized rows in the corner, while cuts of frozen meat and seafood packed the freezers to the brim. Canned meats, seasonings, sauces, and dried goods were arranged methodically by category along the shelves.

Within moments, the once-empty basement was transformed into a fully stocked, well-organized supply depot.

Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse