Ci Mei stared for a long while at the door that had just been closed before he finally forced out, with great difficulty: “The protagonist gong… has quite a wild taste.”
The system flipped through the script from cover to cover and found nothing about the protagonist gong being a masochist. Hearing this, it paused for a moment, suddenly caught a whiff of a business opportunity, and decided decisively: [Wait, I’ll grab you another mission.]
Since he already knew, he might as well use it.
Ci Mei, with a bad premonition: “Z?”
Sure enough, the system prompt arrived the next second: [Congratulations, Host 0791 Ci Mei, on obtaining the hidden mission: Fichte’s masochism level reaches 100.]
Ci Mei was dumbfounded, finding it absurd: “Wait… isn’t my character setting supposed to be a loyal dog? Which loyal dog beats the person in their heart?”
[Set a new precedent, come on! For the protagonist gong, this kind of beating is just a bit of playful romance; it will only make your points skyrocket. So right now! You need to become the ultimate king of loyal dogs who not only provides a pleasant mental and physical experience during the process, but also gives everything in the end!]
The system spoke with passionate enthusiasm, while Ci Mei felt zero motivation: “”
Ci Mei couldn’t laugh anymore.
Stepping into the BL section had completely shattered his moral integrity.
By the time Ci Mei emerged from his room, the banquet had already been underway for a while.
Standing upstairs, he cast his gaze downward to look at Pei Huai, who was sitting alone in a corner with a lonely silhouette.
The plot had now progressed to the segment where the protagonist gong falls in love with the shou at third sight.
Fichte would apologize to Pei Huai for Ci Mei’s actions, and Ci Mei would show up during the apology to throw an unreasonable tantrum, highlighting Pei Huai’s true, kind, and beautiful nature, which would make Fichte fall even more hopelessly captivated by Pei Huai.
Right now, Fichte had already noticed Pei Huai in the corner.
Ci Mei gathered his spirits, running through ten different scenarios in his mind on how to act obnoxious enough to make Fichte mentally kill him eighteen times over, just waiting to make his entrance.
Yet Ci Mei leaned against the railing and waited for ages, standing until his legs went numb, only to watch Fichte walk slowly toward Pei Huai’s direction, stop abruptly about three meters away from him, and turn around.
He turned around?
He actually turned around!
Ci Mei’s brain lagged for a fraction of a second. Before he could make a move, he suddenly caught Fichte’s returning gaze.
With just that single glance, Fichte’s brisk pace slowed down significantly, until he finally came to a complete halt.
On the staircase, the young man’s stunningly gorgeous face displayed a look of confusion and bewilderment. His pink, plump lips parted slightly, and his bright, cat-like eyes stared blankly at Fichte, a stark contrast to his usual arrogant and domineering demeanor.
The clear, brilliant light filtered through the luxurious, wide louvered windows beside the staircase, scattering finely over Ci Mei. From Fichte’s perspective, even Ci Mei’s stray hairs seemed favored by the light.
Fichte’s gaze darkened.
Immediately afterward, Ci Mei watched as a strange, unreadable smile appeared on the man’s stern face. His lips parted to mouth silently: I wasn’t planning on finding him.
The moment before, they had been arguing in the room to no avail, but now, when it was time for the scripted argument, Fichte was down here soothing him instead…
With his mind still fixed on the plot points, Ci Mei grew even more confused: “?”
Could the model twenty-four-filial-piety fiancé please log off first and save it for the next distribution, uwu.
Fichte and Pei Huai’s warming-up plot was gone, which meant Ci Mei’s entrance was logically no longer necessary.
Ci Mei had never dealt with this kind of situation and felt somewhat flustered for a moment: “Big Bro System, the protagonist gong’s plot has drifted off course, how do we keep going?”
The system clearly wanted nothing to do with it: [The protagonist gong’s plot is gone, but yours is still here. Now, just go ahead and bully the protagonist shou as planned, as long as the reason makes sense.]
What reason could there possibly be? He couldn’t possibly say, “I see you sitting there looking so comfortable, it irritates me, so I ran over to give you a hard time…”
Ci Mei muttered internally, glanced at the departing Fichte, took a deep breath, descended the stairs, and walked toward Pei Huai in the corner.
However, just as Ci Mei stood still before Pei Huai, before he could even start spewing vicious remarks, he heard the person in front of him say: “Shouldn’t Young Master be looking for your fiancé?”
Interrupted, Ci Mei was dazed for a fraction of a second: “…What?”
Pei Huai’s voice was low and cold. His narrow, misty, affectionate eyes stared straight at Ci Mei with an unclear, hazy gaze, speaking in a voice so faint it sounded like self-talk: “Staring at each other for so long…”
Stealing away the share that belonged to him.