Not only Chen Yihan, but even Yu Zhi was startled.
Was this character supposed to appear in this episode?
Zhong Shiyu’s gaze swept over them, calm and unreadable, but for some reason, when Yu Zhi saw him, she felt an inexplicable twinge of guilt.
After all, he had followed her for a while…
Wait, wrong channel.
He’s just an NPC here, nothing more. With that thought, Yu Zhi felt reassured.
“Fu Bin had something to do, so he asked me to come instead.” Perhaps sensing their confusion, the boy who had just entered offered an explanation.
He was still holding a shopping bag with the school supermarket’s logo. Walking over, he placed it by the bedside and was about to open it when Chen Yihan stepped forward to take over.
“Thanks, man. I’ll handle the rest. Really appreciate it this time. If you ever need anything, just let me know.”
Zhong Shiyu still held onto the bag’s handle, but after a moment, he finally let go and took two steps back, his gaze once again settling on Yu Zhi.
“What’s wrong?” he suddenly asked.
It was unclear who he was speaking to, but Yu Zhi ignored him anyway. That was just her character—aloof and indifferent to everyone.
They were all just NPCs, after all.
Chen Yihan politely took over the conversation: “She caught a cold. It’s my fault—I didn’t even notice she wasn’t feeling well.”
The bag was filled with items from the list Chen Yihan had sent to Fu Bin: not just porridge, but also fruit, wet wipes, tissues, and Yu Zhi’s favorite snacks—a jumbled assortment.
Chen Yihan habitually pulled out a wet wipe to clean Yu Zhi’s hands.
Yu Zhi glanced at him but didn’t refuse, allowing him to meticulously wipe each of her fingers clean.
She hadn’t let anyone touch her since pushing Chen Yihan away earlier, so when the boy finally made contact with her hand, his tense body visibly relaxed.
While he was easing up, the gaze from the other NPC was impossible to ignore.
Even without looking, Yu Zhi felt uneasy. She called out to the System: “Isn’t this NPC’s role a bit too much? Is this how the plotline goes? Doesn’t this count as Out of Character? Aren’t you going to fix this bug?”
“Host, no bugs have been detected at this time.”
She finally looked over. Zhong Shiyu stood not far away, staring at their hands pressed together, his dark eyes swirling with an indescribable emotion.
An inexplicable pressure made Yu Zhi withdraw her hand. After all, she had already found Chen Yihan’s fussiness annoying.
Of course, according to her Character Persona, she couldn’t show weakness. So, frowning, she asked in a less-than-friendly tone, “Why are you still here?”
Zhong Shiyu remained unfazed by her attitude, his expression unchanged. “Only a few places in the cafeteria were still open. I could only get millet pumpkin and red bean porridge. You…”
“Got it, got it. Just leave already. Stop standing there.”
It’s creeping me out.
Chen Yihan turned to him with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, my girlfriend isn’t feeling well right now, so she’s a bit irritable.”
Though, to be honest, she’s usually irritable too.
“Thanks for your help this time. You can head back now. Oh, and I’ve already transferred the money to you.”
Zhong Shiyu glanced at Yu Zhi. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, still wearing that impatient expression, but her pale face clearly showed signs of exhaustion.
He nodded. “Alright, I’ll go then.”
Yu Zhi still didn’t look at him.
Opening the door and stepping out, aside from Chen Yihan’s polite remark, no one paid him any further attention. Just before closing the door, Zhong Shiyu saw Chen Yihan opening the porridge he had brought over. As for Yu Zhi, her gaze finally shifted toward him.
It seemed as though she was secretly checking whether he had left. The moment their eyes met, she quickly looked away.
For some reason, Zhong Shiyu’s stern expression softened slightly. He paused before closing the door, lingering until Chen Yihan looked over again.
“Zhong Shiyu? Is there something else?”
“Nothing.”
The door closed, but he didn’t leave immediately. Opening his phone, he saw that Chen Yihan had indeed transferred money to him—more than expected, likely as a token of appreciation for his trouble.
He didn’t accept it.
Standing there for a while, he could hear the girl inside throwing a tantrum, her tone filled with obvious irritation and impatience. As for the boy, he kept coaxing her, calling her “little ancestor” over and over.
Only when the girl quieted down for a moment did her voice come through again—
“Feed me the porridge.” Her tone was weak but had softened.
“Sure!” Chen Yihan clearly breathed a sigh of relief, his voice tinged with laughter. “My dear, which one do you want—pumpkin and millet or red bean?”
“Half and half.”
By this point, it was clear they had made up, just like countless times before—always caught in a cycle of tantrums and reconciliation, leaving no room for anyone else to intervene.
Yu Zhi had no choice but to make up this time.
The System had issued a yellow Out of Character warning. At first, she thought it was because she had looked away first when her eyes met Zhong Shiyu’s, but the System prompted her that her expression of affection toward Chen Yihan was too low.
In short, while she could still act like a spoiled brat, she had to make Chen Yihan feel that she liked him.
Earlier, while trying to push away the person who had gotten too close, she had accidentally knocked the spoon out of the porridge bowl in his hand.
The boy hadn’t said anything at the time. Rather than anger, he seemed more flustered and confused, with a hint of suppressed panic.
Under the System’s warning, Yu Zhi had no choice but to compromise.
Fortunately, a spoiled brat didn’t need to apologize. Her slight softening was already a great concession.
And sure enough, Chen Yihan was now feeding her porridge with a “wounds healed” expression.
“Is it cold? I can heat it up if it is.”
“It’s fine.”
Yu Zhi didn’t eat much, finishing after just a few bites. She took out her phone to check and saw another new friend request. She glanced at it.
“It’s Zhong Shiyu.”
…
Seriously, why does he keep adding her contact in every world?
It was oddly persistent.
As Yu Zhi was thinking this, her phone chimed with a notification—a transfer from Chen Yihan.
52,000.
“Baby, you suffered so much being sick,” the boy said, his expression relaxed now that they had made up. “Once you’re better, go buy something you like.”
In the past, Yu Zhi would have happily accepted it.
But now, thinking that if she took the money, the real Chen Yihan would have less, she felt a pang of discomfort.
This money was probably something Chen Yihan had just asked Aunt Ning for.
She couldn’t let his hard-earned money mysteriously disappear again, could she?
Forget it, better not spend a poor man’s money.
So Yu Zhi simply returned it: “I don’t want it.”
Chen Yihan was taken aback, then chuckled lightly. “What’s wrong? Why don’t you want it? Hurry up and accept it.”
Yu Zhi ignored him.
The boy’s smile began to falter, already tinged with panic. Baby always loved his money the most—she would be so happy every time she received it.
Chen Yihan loved seeing his girlfriend’s proud and slightly satisfied expression. Now being rejected felt like a bucket of cold water poured over him. But soon, as if snapping back to reality, he picked up his phone again. “My bad, my bad.”
Yu Zhi saw him transfer another sum.
Together with the previous 52,000, he added an extra amount.
95,940.
Again, it was an odd, precise number. It seemed Aunt Ning had just transferred 100,000 to him.
What a sin.
“I already said I don’t want it, aren’t you annoying?” Yu Zhi was getting irritated. She was about to tap-tap-tap to refund it again when someone grabbed her wrist. The air grew unusually quiet. She looked up and met the boy’s gloomy eyes.
“Why?” Chen Yihan held Yu Zhi’s hand holding the phone, preventing her from operating it. His whole demeanor returned to the shattered, broken state from before. “Why won’t you take my money? Is there some other guy giving you money to spend?”
Yu Zhi thought of Lu Yanxi’s one million.
Don’t even say it, you really shouldn’t say it.
But of course, she couldn’t admit it. Instead, she retorted fiercely, “What do you mean? Do you think I’m cheating on you? Can’t I just not want to spend your money?”
Chen Yihan probably realized his tone and expression weren’t good at the moment. Remembering that Yu Zhi was still sick, his heart softened, suppressing all his negative emotions as he tried to speak calmly.
“That’s not what I meant. I know, our Momo has grown up. She wants to be independent and not rely on others.” A smile returned to his face.
When he smiled, his eyes looked even more affectionate. But even Yu Zhi could see the storm brewing beneath his restraint.
He was uneasy.
“But Momo, a boyfriend isn’t ‘others.’ If you’re afraid of needles, you can hold your boyfriend’s hand. Your boyfriend’s money is your money. You have to spend it. You have to spend mine.”
As he spoke, the calmness in his tone vanished, replaced by a certain obsession, as if he couldn’t bear it any longer. He took Yu Zhi’s phone and forcefully tapped “receive” for her.
Yu Zhi was also a bit stunned. In the book, Chen Yihan, though carrying the aloofness and distance of someone wealthy, was overall sunny, cheerful, and sociable. He was completely devoted and loyal to the female lead.
The only time he got angry, when his girlfriend almost got taken away by another guy, made him realize his feelings even more.
In short, he was a relatively positive and sunny character.
Now, his gloomy, almost blackened appearance made Yu Zhi shudder.
“System, System, is this still the male lead? Isn’t this Out of Character?”
“Out of Character detection is a Host-exclusive function.”
What ‘Host-exclusive’? Just say you’re targeting me.
Yu Zhi glanced to the side and noticed the IV fluid had run out at some point. Neither of them had noticed, and now blood was flowing back into the tube.
At this point, Yu Zhi didn’t care whether he was blackening or not. She kicked him. “What ‘whose money I spend,’ ‘who gives me money to spend’? I’m sick, and that’s all you care about? Didn’t you see the IV is finished?”
“You don’t care about me at all. You don’t really like me. I want to break up.”
Chen Yihan panicked too. Ignoring everything else, he quickly reached out to turn off the IV drip. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”
But the more Yu Zhi spoke, the angrier she became. Was it that she didn’t want to spend this money? One kick wasn’t enough, so she sent another flying out.
“This time, I really want to break up with you…”
The word “up” never made it out.
Because she had indeed kicked him, but now the situation felt a bit off.
The plotline… had ended?!
The scene before her had changed slightly. Her IV drip was just as it had been before the plotline began, barely started, and the person standing by the bed was clearly no longer part of the plotline.
Chen Yihan, who had originally been tight-lipped and tense, now looked utterly bewildered by the kick. He glanced down, and Yu Zhi’s foot, clad in white bear-patterned socks, was still resting on his leg.
The air seemed to freeze in that moment. Fighting the urge to curl her toes in embarrassment, Yu Zhi slowly, inch by inch, retracted her foot.
Wait, did the plotline end so abruptly?
That damn system had set her up!
Chen Yihan’s gaze remained fixed on her foot. Only after it had retreated to the far side of the bed, disappearing into the unfolded bedding, did he finally look away and turn his attention to Yu Zhi.
The anger and low pressure from before the plotline began seemed to have vanished all of a sudden.
“What were you just saying?” Chen Yihan asked her. “Break up what?”
Damn it all!
“I…” Embarrassment made Yu Zhi’s words stumble. “I was saying that this time, I really need to settle things clearly with you. I’ve already accepted the money you gave me, so we’re even now.”
The light in Chen Yihan’s eyes dimmed considerably in an instant.
His fingers curled involuntarily at his side. He couldn’t explain it, couldn’t explain where the restlessness in his heart had come from at that moment. Yet the girl before him, just moments ago, had clearly been throwing a tantrum. That voice, carrying a certain willfulness and intimacy, made it impossible to feel even a hint of anger.
Even when she kicked him, his body had inexplicably tingled.
Wait!
Such thoughts startled Chen Yihan, and his expression shifted. Had he been kicked stupid by her?
“Alright, since we’re even now, you should go.”
Yu Zhi was urging him to leave again.
Chen Yihan didn’t speak, only gave her a complicated look before actually leaving.
He should have been angry—and he had been at first. He had come to see her in person, only to be repeatedly told to leave. The young master had never been treated like this anywhere.
But now, the boy’s footsteps carried a confusion that mirrored his thoughts.
He glanced at the spot where she had kicked him, then looked at the hand that had held Yu Zhi’s.
Why had she kicked him?
Why did she kick him?
Yu Zhi closed her eyes, feeling utterly despondent for a while.
Did the plotline end without even a warning?
Would Chen Yihan think she was crazy?
She took a deep breath, forcing herself not to dwell on it, and opened her phone. A new deposit of 95,940 yuan had arrived.
Yu Zhi: “…”
Would Aunt Ning think Chen Yihan had gone gambling?
The hospital room door opened again. Thinking the boy had returned, Yu Zhi wore an expression of exasperation toward this drama queen. But when she turned to look, the person who entered was Zhong Shiyu.
Yu Zhi was almost thrown into confusion.
Because the boy had even brought in the exact same shopping bag as in the plotline.
“Zhong Shiyu?” Her tone was uncertain, as if she didn’t recognize him.
“Mm.” Zhong Shiyu walked over and placed the shopping bag on the bedside table. “Your roommate said you were sick and in the infirmary. They were worried. I happened to be passing by, so I brought you something to eat.”
As he spoke, he took out the porridge.
Two bowls—one pumpkin and millet porridge, and one red bean porridge.
This was strange!
“It’s a bit late now, and most of the porridge in the cafeteria was sold out. Only these two kinds were left. I don’t have your contact information, so I couldn’t ask which one you prefer.”
“Thank you for going through the trouble. I’m not picky; either is fine.” Yu Zhi glanced over. Aside from the porridge, the rest didn’t match the pile of things Chen Yihan had instructed her to buy in the dream. So, the cafeteria really only had these two left? A coincidence, perhaps?
Seeing that Zhong Shiyu seemed about to fuss further, she quickly stopped him: “Don’t you have class? I don’t want to keep you. I can manage on my own.”
Zhong Shiyu glanced at her hand, already hooked up to an IV drip. “It’s not convenient for you.” As he spoke, he set up the bedside table, placing the porridge and spoon on it.
Yu Zhi truly had no appetite.
She was sick, had just been through a round of the plotline, and had little energy. But this wasn’t her “demanding” boyfriend; it was a not-so-familiar, kind-hearted classmate.
She couldn’t just brush off his goodwill, so she planned to take a few bites to be polite. Before her hand even reached the spoon, she saw Zhong Shiyu suddenly pull a pack of wet wipes from the bag.
“Would you like to wipe your hands first?”
That strange feeling returned.
Could Zhong Shiyu… know something? Yu Zhi felt the thought was absurd, yet she couldn’t help but entertain it.
Even if her mind was in turmoil, Yu Zhi forced herself to remain calm and politely declined: “No need, I’m not that particular.”
Zhong Shiyu nodded, said nothing more, and set the wet wipes aside. Then… then he stood there without moving.
Yu Zhi looked up, unsure how to broach the subject. She held back, glanced again, and he remained motionless.
Yu Zhi couldn’t take it anymore and repeated: “If you have class, you should go. I’ll be fine here.”
“Don’t worry about it. The next two classes aren’t very important.”
“It’s still not right to trouble you.”
Perhaps her insistence was too strong, as the boy didn’t argue further. He took two steps toward the foot of the bed and stood there again, his expression unreadable.
It seemed like he wanted to say something.
Before Yu Zhi could find out, everything went dark again.
Accompanied by the familiar System prompt: “Entering Chapter 21 of Chasing the Aloof Flower.”
What? Again?
Even an ox wouldn’t be worked this hard.
Her vision cleared, but she still felt a sense of gloom. Oh, right—it was her life that felt gloomy.
It was the same infirmary, but the three-person room had been replaced with a private one. Yu Zhi lifted her hand—the spot where the IV had been was empty.
“System, I have to protest. You can’t exploit a sick person like this.”
“Host’s request detected. Negative discomfort from illness has been removed, but the illness remains. Please follow the prompts to complete all plotline content for this chapter.”
Yu Zhi: “??”
Wait, you can remove the discomfort? Then what was the last part about? Was I just toughing it out?
Yu Zhi glanced at the summary.
Good grief.
[Explicit content censored]
System, do you even care if I’m in the mood for this?
Before that, she had endured another injection, and the negative effects of the shot couldn’t be removed.
Filled with resentment, Yu Zhi opened her phone and sent a message to Zhong Shiyu.
First, she took a photo of her hand receiving an IV drip and sent it over.
Yu Zhi: I’m sick.
Yu Zhi: Need comfort.
Yu Zhi: [Crying]
After sending it, she waited about ten minutes and, as expected, received no response.
Tsk, what a difficult man.
The wicked Yu went online, skillfully opened her photo album, and picked the two most provocative photos to send.
Yu Zhi: If I don’t see you within three minutes, you can expect these photos to appear on the school forum.
Yu Zhi: And in the school’s main group chat, your family…
Would sending it to the family group chat be a bit too much? Her conscience ached a little. After some thought, she deleted the second half of the sentence.
Yu Zhi: Look at how indecent…
Delete.
Yu Zhi: Look at how wanton you look. Even if you say I forced you, no one would believe it.
After sending it, she realized something was off—this statement would become evidence that she had forced him. She quickly withdrew the message.
Ugh, this forced love thing is really taxing on the brain.
She was practically a lawless rogue. Luckily, in these book worlds, especially in this kind of steamy novel, such concepts didn’t seem to exist.
While Yu Zhi was still pondering what kind of threat to make, the door to the hospital room suddenly opened.
The young man standing at the door stood tall and straight, looking clean and tidy from head to toe. Compared to the boy in reality whose emotions were hard to read and who always made Yu Zhi feel seen through, this person stirred a desire for destruction in her.
She wanted to see that face lose control because of desire.
So the previously lethargic Yu Zhi felt herself turning perverted the moment she saw him.
“So fast?” she exclaimed, feeling a bit smug. “Did you come as soon as you got my message?”
“I happened to be nearby,” Zhong Shiyu replied coldly, his scrutinizing gaze fixed on the girl in the bed. “Yu Zhi, I don’t have time to play your sick game.”
Yu Zhi realized that her negative effects had been removed, so she didn’t look sick anymore?
She leaned back, raising her hand with the IV needle. “Are you saying I endured a needle just to fake being sick?”
Zhong Shiyu looked skeptical but didn’t respond.
Yu Zhi sighed helplessly. “If you don’t believe me, go ask the doctor. I just had a checkup.”
Zhong Shiyu actually turned and left. Yu Zhi glanced at her phone, and before long, the boy reappeared at the door of the hospital room.
Although he still seemed reluctant to enter, his expression had softened somewhat. Clearly, he had seen Yu Zhi’s test results and knew she was genuinely ill.
“I’m thirsty. Pour me a glass of water,” the girl commanded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
It seemed like an impossible request to refuse. Zhong Shiyu finally stepped inside, but after he took two steps, Yu Zhi spoke again.
“Lock the door.”
The boy paused, his eyes filled with disbelief. Yu Zhi felt he was looking at her as if she were some kind of pervert.
“You’re this sick, and you’re still thinking about that kind of thing?”
Well… it wasn’t entirely her fault, was it? Blame the System! Yu Zhi’s eyes darted around. Though she had turned perverted, she was still a pervert with a sense of shame. After being questioned so pointedly, she found it hard to speak up.
Meanwhile, Zhong Shiyu at the door looked slightly taken aback by her reaction.
The little pervert on the bed had a wandering gaze. Perhaps due to illness, she lacked her usual boldness and arrogance, instead appearing like someone with the desire but not the nerve. A faint blush of shame colored her cheeks, making her look inexplicably pitiful.
What new trick was this?
Yu Zhi was still pondering how to proceed when she heard the soft click of a door closing.
She froze for a moment, then looked up to see the door already closed, Zhong Shiyu’s hand still resting on the lock as he gave it a gentle twist.
With a soft click, the lock fell into place, like some kind of signal. Paired with the boy’s still unattainable, coldly elegant appearance, it was… uniquely tempting.
Yu Zhi’s eyes lit up, her heart pounding wildly. It seemed she was ready for this again.
Zhong Shiyu didn’t even glance at her, simply walking over to pour a glass of water and place it beside her.
“What else do you want?”
So cooperative?
Yu Zhi cleared her throat softly. “Go close the curtains.”
Zhong Shiyu didn’t move immediately, his clenched fists on both sides revealing a hint of struggle. But in the end, he silently moved to the windowsill. With a sharp rustle, as the curtains closed, the room grew much dimmer.
The curtains were somewhat cheap, not blocking the light completely, allowing Yu Zhi to clearly observe his expression.
When the boy stood by the bed again, Yu Zhi reached out, her hand just touching his. Seeing Zhong Shiyu frown and about to pull away, she spoke up: “Feel it, isn’t it hot?”
She was indeed running a fever at the moment, so her skin was warm.
Zhong Shiyu clearly felt it too, his hand stiffening slightly, unmoving.
The boy’s hand felt wonderful—cool, refreshing, with distinct knuckles and slender, pleasing fingers. His skin was smooth to the touch.
Yu Zhi tugged at him. “Come onto the bed.”
She tried to make room beside her, but as soon as she moved, her hand was gripped tightly in return. Zhong Shiyu held her hand firmly, not letting her shift.
“This is the infirmary.”
“No one will come in. Didn’t you lock the door?”
This was a Smut Novel, where various locations could be unlocked. With the System overseeing things, NPCs were at most part of the play at key moments, but they wouldn’t actually interrupt.
Zhong Shiyu took a silent breath, likely trying to persuade Yu Zhi, his tone softening noticeably.
“If you really want to play, we can do it next time. You’re still sick.”
If this were Chen Yihan from the plotline, even if he sat on the bed, Yu Zhi would have kicked him off. But right now, she found herself quite patient.
“I didn’t say we’d do anything else. I’m too hot, and you’re so cool. Come help me cool down.”
Yu Zhi shifted slightly to the side. She didn’t use much force, but the boy still let himself be pulled onto the bed.
The single bed in the infirmary wasn’t very large. As soon as he got on, Yu Zhi instinctively snuggled into his arms, finding a comfortable position before looking up at him. “I want water.”
The water was right by the bedside. Zhong Shiyu reached over and picked it up. Yu Zhi didn’t take it, her intention obvious. He paused for a moment before bringing the cup to her lips.
Of course, Yu Zhi wasn’t actually thirsty. After taking just one sip, she shifted her body. The cup tilted with her movement, missing her mouth. The water inside trickled down the side of her face, past her neck, and continued downward.
Yu Zhi stared into his dark eyes.
“It spilled,” she said, her fingers brushing against the boy’s waist as she gave him a meaningful look. “Lick it clean.”
Her tone grew noticeably firmer as she spoke.
From the way Zhong Shiyu’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the cup, Yu Zhi knew exactly how unwilling he was. Yet, no matter how reluctant, he still set the cup down and leaned in.
He started with her earlobe.
Zhong Shiyu seemed to know that was her sensitive spot, going straight for it and taking it into his mouth.
The boy was cold in both temperament and body, yet his lips were warm, leaving a trail of scorching heat wherever they touched.
Yu Zhi’s earlobe was enveloped in moist warmth. Though her body couldn’t feel the heat of fever, another kind of restlessness rose within her. She instinctively grabbed Zhong Shiyu’s clothes at his chest, her toes curling tightly.
The boy’s kiss slowly shifted, lingering on her cheek for a moment, his gaze pausing briefly on her soft, pink lips. Before he could take the next step, Yu Zhi urged him on, pressing his head downward.
“Kiss me everywhere,” the little temptress murmured.
Zhong Shiyu silently complied with her wishes.
Yu Zhi was indeed quite comfortable. After all, this was a forced affection scenario, and this person had been practically molded by her hands. No matter how unwilling he seemed, he always managed to make Yu Zhi feel good.
A slight chill brushed her chest—the buttons had been undone. The open collar made it easier for the boy to move, alternating between gentle sucking and light nibbling with his teeth.
By the time Yu Zhi snapped out of the tingling pleasure, she realized she was tightly gripping the boy’s short hair.
Afraid she might have hurt him, she loosened her grip slightly, only to make him look up at her with a hint of confusion and bewilderment.
His cool, clear eyes were tinged with a faint red from desire, his mouth still holding onto that touch of crimson.
Yu Zhi swallowed.
For some reason, she found him… surprisingly obedient.
Cold yet obedient—truly alluring.
However, she felt somewhat dissatisfied that she was already disheveled while he remained fully dressed. She reached out to undo his buttons.
As her hand moved, the IV tube swayed along with it, only to be firmly held down by Zhong Shiyu.
The boy released his lips from her skin, leaving the kissed area glistening and slightly cool as a faint breeze brushed over it.
Without a word, he began unbuttoning his own clothes, showing neither willingness nor reluctance, as if resigned to his fate with a faint, lifeless air.
Yet his ragged breathing betrayed his inner turmoil, and even the act of unbuttoning carried a hint of impatience. He tossed his shirt to the floor before leaning down again to kiss the skin he had neglected.
Yu Zhi thought about the day’s agenda and called out to him, “Zhong Shiyu.”
Whether from the cold or desire, her voice was slightly hoarse: “I heard that when someone has a fever, they feel hotter than usual.”
The boy seemed momentarily stunned, clearly not understanding at first—probably thinking, isn’t it obvious that someone with a fever feels hotter?
It wasn’t until Yu Zhi pressed his head further down that Zhong Shiyu finally seemed to grasp what she meant.
Yu Zhi wasn’t entirely without shame.
But since the agenda included this, she had no choice but to go all out: “Taste it and see if it’s hot.”
For a moment, she felt as if Zhong Shiyu’s eyes could shoot flames. But the boy still didn’t move.
“Yu Zhi,” he propped himself above her, his voice gravelly, “this isn’t a safe place. Next time, when we’re somewhere else, I’ll… kiss you there.”
What next time?
Yu Zhi pressed him further: “I want it now.”
In the end, Zhong Shiyu naturally gave in. Even though he had locked the door himself, Yu Zhi could still sense his tension—even more than during that time on the rooftop when he had exposed himself. His eyes darted toward the door and window before he finally buried his head down.
Mm…
Yu Zhi bit her lip tightly.
To be honest, his technique wasn’t great. He hadn’t found the right sensitive spots, so the sensation was rather limited.
Better to do it herself.
But this kind of thing seemed to be more about psychological pleasure than physical. Watching the High Mountain Flower exert himself and humiliate himself to serve her, to do this kind of thing—that subtle thrill even overshadowed the shame.
She really couldn’t stay in this world for too long.
Yu Zhi was deeply concerned about her mental health.
“Zhong Shiyu.” After who knows how long, Yu Zhi called out to him.
The boy seemed not to hear, his movements not stopping, so she called again.
Only then did he finally lift his head slightly. Yu Zhi nudged his shoulder with her foot, signaling him to move away. After Zhong Shiyu propped himself up, she reached out her own hand.
“Let me teach you,” Yu Zhi said softly.
Zhong Shiyu’s eyes darkened abruptly, his throat dry and tight. He pursed his lips, his tongue sweeping the moisture from them into his mouth, as if that could ease the inexplicable thirst.
No, it only made him thirstier.
He watched helplessly as her fair, slender fingertips covered the place he had just kissed.
Yu Zhi taught earnestly—after all, it concerned her own experience. She thought Chen Yihan was listening attentively too, because the boy’s gaze was fixed intently on her hand’s movements, not blinking once.
So intently that it made her body burn even hotter.
“Did you learn?” Yu Zhi’s voice was already breathless.
Doing it herself was indeed more comfortable than Zhong Shiyu’s kisses, though perhaps his gaze was the best catalyst.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Seeing him silent, Yu Zhi urged again.
The boy finally spoke: “Can’t talk.”
“Huh?”
“My tongue’s gone a bit numb from you sucking on it.”
When had she…! By the time Yu Zhi realized what he was saying, it was too late. She was so ashamed she wanted to die. How could he say something like that with such a straight face?
But as soon as he spoke, she also sensed the thick, almost tangible desire. Glancing down, she could indeed vaguely see the boy’s reaction.
But before she could get a clear look, Zhong Shiyu blocked her view.
He began following Yu Zhi’s instructions. Though still clumsy, his earnest effort was rather endearing.
The temperature in the room kept rising. Just as Yu Zhi was lost in the haze of passion, the door handle to the ward suddenly turned. She froze, her gaze snapping toward it.
The door was locked, so of course the person outside couldn’t open it, but the sound of the turning handle had already made Yu Zhi’s heart instinctively tighten.
What was going on with the System? According to the plotline, why would someone come at this time?
Then, she heard the voice of the person outside.
“Yu Zhi, are you in there?”
It was Chen Yihan.
Chen Yihan did exist in this world, but since it was a 1v1 adult novel, most of it was just the male and female leads doing it over and over, so his role was truly minimal. More often, he was mentioned as a tool to express Zhong Shiyu’s possessiveness.
Why was he here?
The person outside seemed unconvinced, forcefully turning the door handle again, rattling it as if about to break the door down any second.
“Yu Zhi?” came Chen Yihan’s uncertain voice. “Your roommate said you weren’t feeling well, right?”
Perhaps because of the noise outside, Zhong Shiyu’s movements also paused for a moment.
“Why isn’t anyone answering?”
“Is the door broken?”
“Doctor, there’s no sound from inside. Did something happen? Do you have a key?”
Hearing this, Zhong Shiyu’s body stiffened, and he tried to get up, but Yu Zhi held him down firmly.
The plotline was almost over, and she didn’t want to NG at this moment. So, she just gasped and urged him repeatedly, “Just focus, okay? I’m almost there, almost there, really almost there.”
The System’s plotline surely had its own limits.
Of course, it might also be because, in the world of the plotline, Yu Zhi subconsciously regarded those people as insignificant NPCs, so her nervousness was only momentary.
But unlike her casual attitude, Zhong Shiyu was clearly tense all over.
“We’ll be seen, Yu Zhi, we’ll be seen.”
His face was unusually flustered, his voice trembling at the end.
Yu Zhi felt like she was about to make him cry. Indeed, for someone as proud as this High Mountain Flower, being caught in such a situation would probably make him wish he were dead.
So, she softened her voice to coax him, “Hurry up, and we won’t be seen.”
“I’m so uncomfortable.”
She truly felt stuck in an unbearable state, her voice tinged with longing and coquettishness, which ultimately made Zhong Shiyu relent.
When he lowered his head again, the boy was no longer as unhurried as before. Lips, teeth, tongue—he used everything Yu Zhi had taught him.
Urgent, fierce, and with a hint of resentment.
She simply had no heart.
But no… they couldn’t be seen.
He couldn’t let her… be seen by others.
Just thinking about that scene made some uncontrollable emotion seem to boil within him.
Yu Zhi hadn’t expected his skills to improve so dramatically.
The sudden onslaught caught her off guard, and she could faintly hear voices outside.
“Still haven’t found the key?”
Chen Yihan seemed to be knocking on the door again, “Yu Zhi, are you in there? Are you okay?”
His voice grew increasingly urgent.
Suddenly, a loud thud echoed—he was trying to break down the door. He must have been genuinely worried, afraid she had fainted inside.
Even though she knew the plotline wouldn’t actually let him in, Yu Zhi instinctively shrank back.
This damn System, playing it so intense?
Yu Zhi really was about to faint.
Because the puppy below seemed to have reacted too, the louder the voices outside, the tighter his grip on her legs became.
Yu Zhi bit her lip, not daring to make a sound, leaving only the sounds of sucking and occasional swallowing in the room.
It was too much. Yu Zhi knew she was nearing her peak, but her most sensitive spot was still being held captive. She wanted to escape, but she was trapped and couldn’t move at all.
Until a flash of white light crossed her mind, Yu Zhi closed her eyes, panting rapidly. When she opened them again, she met the dark gaze of the boy standing at the foot of the bed.