The bullet comments were packed with people shipping the couple and others advertising their own fanfiction. Curious, Liu Lanci searched for it. The moment he opened the page, he experienced unprecedented shock!
Were these postures really things human bodies could manage? He felt that this netizen was truly amazing and possessed such a rich imagination. After exiting the page, Liu Lanci’s face was flushed red to the point that it could not possibly get any redder.
Shen Nanxian walked out after finishing his shower, a bathrobe hanging loosely over his body to reveal his muscular, charming chest and lower abdomen, with water droplets trickling down his waistline.
Hearing footsteps, Liu Lanci turned his head to see him emerging from the bathroom, and hurriedly shoved his phone back into his pocket as he said, “Um, you should rest! I am going to cook.” With that, he turned to run.
Shen Nanxian caught Liu Lanci’s arm with quick reflexes and smiled: “What is wrong? What did you see to make your face turn this red? Or could it be?”
“No, nothing at all!”
“Oh?” Shen Nanxian dragged out the ending note with a long intonation, then lowered his head to kiss Liu Lanci.
Liu Lanci was kissed until he was completely disoriented and his mind tumbled into a chaotic mess.
After a long while, Shen Nanxian finally let go of Liu Lanci. Looking at the panting little rabbit in his arms, he felt immensely pleased.
The netizens in the livestreaming chat room were howling with excitement. This time, they had genuinely and truly witnessed a sweet interaction between the two of them, making them, a bunch of single dogs, feel utterly envious.
[Ah! My inner maiden heart has exploded all over again!]
[Damn it! Wake up upstairs! Stop fangirling! Go brush your teeth, wash up, and head to bed, and stop interrupting these young lovers’ romance!]
[Ah, ah, ah! Continue. Continue.]
Unfortunately, Shen Nanxian had no intention of continuing. Using a towel, he wiped away the remaining moisture lingering at the corner of Liu Lanci’s mouth and asked softly, “Do you still want to go cook now?”
Liu Lanci nodded, turned around, and bolted away. He was afraid that if he stayed for even one more second, Shen Nanxian would actually do the kind of thing he had been anticipating.
Shen Nanxian watched Liu Lanci’s retreating back as he fled in panic, the corners of his lips curving upward.
Dinner was very simple, consisting solely of two bowls of green vegetable and egg noodles.
Although the ingredients were basic, they provided a balanced nutrition and the taste was quite palatable. The two of them exchanged a glance and smiled at each other with mutual understanding.
A telephone ringtone shattered the warm and romantic atmosphere.
Shen Nanxian pulled out his phone, glanced at the flashing name on the screen, frowned, and pressed the reject button.
The other party seemed unwilling to give up, calling several times straight until all calls went straight to voicemail, and finally simply sent a text message filled with curses.
Shen Nanxian, you motherfucker have some nerve!
Shen Nanxian let out a cold snort, tossed his phone aside, and continued enjoying his dinner.
Liu Lanci glanced over and asked with concern, “Who was that?”
Shen Nanxian took a sip of soup and said calmly, “A spam call.”
“Oh!” Liu Lanci nodded, not paying it any further mind.
As night fell and the alluring moonlight descended, the sounds of insects chirping and frogs croaking drifted in from outside the window, bringing a serene and peaceful tranquility. Liu Lanci lay in bed watching a horror movie, while Shen Nanxian sat at the desk processing some paperwork.
Each of them focused on their own tasks, and the atmosphere was exceptionally pleasant.
Suddenly, the artistic style of the movie shifted. The lighting in the room dimmed, and a female ghost dressed in a white dress slowly drifted over to the window, gazing at the two people inside the room.
The female ghost’s complexion was deathly pale, her eye sockets deeply sunken, and her skin sallow. Staring blankly and sluggishly at the male protagonist sleeping on screen, she widened her mouth as if intending to devour him.
Startled, Liu Lanci reflexively closed his eyes, but a notification chime rang out.
Ding-dong, ding-dong.
Do you want to know a little secret about your beloved? He is not a good person at all, you know! If you are willing to pay ten million, I will tell you the entire truth.
After reading the text message, Liu Lanci’s mind was filled with questions. Who on earth was this person? Were they sick in the head?
Noticing the abnormality in the person behind him, Shen Nanxian raised his eyes to look at him: “What is wrong?”
Liu Lanci pointed at the computer screen: “Some mental patient is messaging me, claiming to have a little secret about you. They want me to give them money.”
Shen Nanxian glanced over the text message, then let out a scoff, “Heh, what a bored individual.”
“I don’t know them.”
Shen Nanxian stood up, walked over to the bed, and pulled him into an embrace, “Pay no attention to him, just sleep soundly. Tomorrow morning, I will take you out to play.”
Hearing this, Liu Lanci instantly perked up: “Okay!”
Once Liu Lanci drifted off into dreamland, Shen Nanxian summoned System 222 and the world consciousness.
The world consciousness of this small world took the form of a golden-shaded cat, its round, doll-like eyes looking exceptionally adorable.
Right at that moment, an obvious guilty expression surfaced on the face of the world consciousness.
[Why are you looking for me? I did not do anything, I just compiled a new plot.]
Shen Nanxian leaned lazily against the chair, his slender fingers tapping against the armrest as he casually inquired: “Compiled a plot? What kind of plot? Care to spell it out for me?”
The world consciousness felt like crying without tears, [Then you might as well just kill me directly.]
Shen Nanxian thought silently that this plot was not that difficult to speak aloud.
“Spit it out. What kind of plot is it, exactly?”
“You have to promise first that you will not kill me.”
“I swear.”
The world consciousness sighed and slowly confessed the truth: “It is just a bitter-love romance story about a prodigal son returning to his ways. You are the shadowy big shot behind the scenes, your wife is an ordinary extra, and the only person tangled up with the main characters is the female lead’s father, who foolishly thinks he has caught onto your little secret, so he threatens you for money, and then.”
Hearing the conclusion, Shen Nanxian rolled his neck slightly, his tone calm as he stated: “Sounds quite thrilling, doesn’t it?”
The world consciousness instantly grew vigilant: “No! Don’t be impulsive! I am the world consciousness, compiling plots is my job! Besides, didn’t you say you wouldn’t kill me?”
“That is true, but I never said I would not beat you up.” Shen Nanxian stood up and extended his claws toward it.
World consciousness: QAQ, please spare me, this is all a misunderstanding, a total misunderstanding.
After dealing with the world consciousness, Shen Nanxian felt his mood improve quite a bit. He sat back down in his chair and stared at the owl sculpture in front of him.
“When I was doing missions previously, I acquired a small space that hasn’t been developed yet. Since you have so much free time, you can go in there and do some manual labor for a while!”
World consciousness: Could it refuse? It was only a small cat; how could it possibly do manual labor?
“You are unwilling?” Shen Nanxian stood up and took two steps forward.
“No, no, I am extremely willing.”
The world consciousness decided to resign itself to fate. Shen Nanxian’s partner was human, with a lifespan lasting only a few hurried decades. Once Shen Nanxian left for the next world to find his wife, it would finally regain its freedom, and at that time, it would definitely set up a thousand-year tear-jerker angst background.
System 222 watched from the side with schadenfreude. Before this, the world consciousness had acted so high and mighty toward it; look at it now, wasn’t it still honestly breaking ground to farm?
After System 222 and the world consciousness departed, Shen Nanxian crept back onto the bed and wrapped his arms around Liu Lanci, only to have his neck bitten down upon.
“A sandwich. Doesn’t taste good.” Liu Lanci mumbled twice in his sleep, rolled over, and continued sleeping.
The feeling of being mistaken for food was truly not all that great!
The morning sunlight spilled into the room, illuminating the entire space. Liu Lanci opened his eyes, reached out to rub his temples, and realized he had slept in late. The cameras were about to turn on any second now.
Shen Nanxian carried a glass of milk and a sandwich out from the kitchen, handing them over as he said, “Eat your breakfast! Who knows what tricks the director might pull today to torment people.”
Liu Lanci nodded, took a bite of his bread, and suddenly noticed a small red mark on Shen Nanxian’s neck. Looking closer, it turned out to be a bite mark from teeth!
He instantly stopped chewing, raised his eyes to look at Shen Nanxian, and asked, “Who bit this?”
Shen Nanxian paused for a moment, reaching up to touch his neck: “Aren’t you asking the obvious? You bit it last night. You were even talking in your sleep.”
Liu Lanci coughed awkwardly to cover up his loss of composure, mumbling vaguely, “Um, I had a nightmare last night!”
Shen Nanxian expressed complete understanding, showing no intention of blaming Liu Lanci: “Mm, I know. You were dreaming about sandwiches.”
Liu Lanci scratched his head, “Does it still hurt? I will go get some medicine.”
Shen Nanxian shook his head, “No need, hurry up and eat! The cameras are about to turn on.”
“Beep, beep, beep.”
Right as Shen Nanxian finished speaking, the sound of the cameras activating echoed into their ears.
The netizens, who had long been waiting eagerly in front of the lens like hungry baby birds, immediately caught sight of the mark on Shen Nanxian’s neck the moment they tuned in.