I have a persona specifically for acting.

[He went for it!]

[Wow, this speed is amazing! He really is the master of tricks, like Han Zhi, a master of deception!]

[Is there a VIP brother who recorded a GIF? Please, please, please QAQ]

Tong Zhao was stunned, her eyes wide.

What just happened?

Did she get kissed?

So magical…

She knew how to kiss, something deeply ingrained in her consciousness.

But what just happened could hardly be called a kiss.

It was just a brush of lips, more innocent than holding hands, and Tong Zhao found it amusing as she looked at him, realizing he hadn’t thought about what to do afterward. His ears drooped, and he just sat there, pretending to be dead. Not only was his face flushed, but his eyes were also glistening, as if he had done something remarkable and great.

Wei Zekai noticed Tong Zhao’s gaze, his sensitive dog ears twitching before his face did.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked, somewhat displeased, then softened his tone: “Aren’t you angry? I kissed you out of nowhere…”

Is that something to be angry about?

But Wei Zekai’s thoughts were adorably naive, awakening a dwindling conscience in Tong Zhao that she didn’t know had been buried in a corner somewhere—her goal was just to win the game, while this little dog took her confession seriously, making her feel a pang of guilt.

“I’m not angry,”

Tong Zhao shook her head and leaned in again.

Wei Zekai froze, staring wide-eyed.

The distance between the two was very close, so close that Wei Zekai could smell the faint scent of orange shower gel on her body, “Just wanted to teach you that what happened just now isn’t called kissing, little student.”

“Shit! Who are you calling a little student?”

Dangerous – elementary school student- Wei Zekai exploded, and was about to argue with his new girlfriend, but before the second sentence could be said, he was kissed back by the soft lips that came up against him. Tong Zhao kissed him against the wall, her other hand was supposed to encircle his waist, but her fingertips changed their route after touching the fluffy tail, gently grabbing the tail, and after her fingers found one of the bones, she skillfully stroked it upwards.

Wei Zekai was dumbfounded.

When the tip of her tongue pried open his thin lips, he didn’t react to resist even for a moment, and was easily stirred into it.

Wei Zekai: [Shit, what’s going on here? I can’t breathe!

As if sensing his thoughts, Tong Zhao pulls back a little, and says in a soft, mute voice, “Breathe through your nose, puppy dog.”

He didn’t have time to say anything, he was kissed again.

Wei Zekai is not accustomed to kissing with eyes closed, Tong Zhao also did not close her eyes, pressed under the thick eyelashes, her eyes soft and deep.

How gentle her look is, how ferocious her actions are.
Pushing closer and closer, kissing him until he almost fainted.

Wei Zekai: [Is this, is this what love is all about? It’s so exciting! It’s much more exciting than a video game!

[What’s wrong with playing video games, Mr. Wei?]

[What kind of drama is this? I’m high!]

The audience thought Wei Zekai was an adorable gem, even when cursing, his words had a cute tone.

But how could that be possible?

After the initial shock, Wei Zekai felt a strong sense of disbelief—why should he be held down by a delicate mid-laner? After a brief moment of stiffness, he wrapped his hand around her tiny waist and the back of her head, fiercely capturing her lips and tongue, kissing her without any restraint. Her lips were soft, and the more he kissed, the more intense it became…

When Tong Zhao was in control, the atmosphere was quite romantic.

But once it was Wei Zekai’s turn to take charge, Tong Zhao suddenly broke the mood: [Ah, it feels like being enthusiastically nibbled by a large dog.]

But it’s a good thing.

Men, regardless of age, whether older or younger, are considered less appealing without their sharp edges; a man who isn’t dangerous or aggressive is often seen as lacking in sex appeal. Tong Zhao felt that his currently displayed wolf-like nature was a plus, though he still had a strong “dog-like” vibe.
She pushed away Wei Zekai, who was in the mood for kissing.

Tong Zhao did not use much force, and Wei Zekai was pushed away by her, sitting obediently and watching her.

He was good-looking and lived a refined life, going to a high-end club every week to be styled by a familiar hairdresser. The stylist didn’t just take his money; they also gave him fashion advice and groomed his eyebrows. Whenever he appeared in public, he always looked clean and handsome. Usually proud and unruly, now under the soft light, he seemed as obedient as a well-groomed puppy.

But the taste of the passionate kiss was too wonderful, and he couldn’t help but lick his lips, his little fangs revealing a hint of aggression.

He’s not milky, he’s fierce.

Just sits a little weird.

“Cough ……” Gui Zekai averted his eyes, his tail wagged vainly: “It’s late, I’ll go back to my room.”

His sitting posture was a bit awkward.

“Cough…” Wei Zekai shifted his gaze, his tail flicking nervously. “It’s getting late, I’m going back to my room.”

Tong Zhao understood immediately.

After such an intense kiss, it was completely normal to have some indescribable reactions.
She didn’t feel offended; she just wanted to tease him a bit: “Aren’t you going to stay and sleep together?”

[？？？？]

[Mom won’t allow it! I don’t agree!]

[I agree! Let’s skip straight to the wedding night!]

[Got it, the way to conquer a scheming heartthrob is to be a naive sweetheart.]

This invitation is so tempting ah, Wei Zekai looks at her eyes brightly full of danger, as long as he can not hold, he will gnawes not only the mouth, but the whole person will be peeled off the bones and devoured clean ……

Yet no.

“I won’t!”

Tong Zhao smiled, clearly pleased: “Elementary schooler, huh?”

“You’re the elementary schooler! I’m going back to my room!”

He closed his eyes, getting out of bed in a huff, and fled as if escaping, all while Tong Zhao’s light laughter echoed behind him.

At that moment, an announcement popped up on the screen—

“After watching the cat and dog battle, let’s rewind the timeline back to fifteen minutes ago.”

Then came a rewind effect and a recap.

The four of them got up because they heard Zhong Muxi sobbing in the hallway. Wei Zekai had done a lot of mental preparation before turning into a dog, wasting some time and falling a step behind Han Zhi, which led to him being intercepted by Tong Zhao. Wei Zekai wasted some time because he did a lot of psychological construction before he turned into a dog, and he was slower than Han Zhi, so he was intercepted by Tong Zhao.

In the end, only Han Zhi found Zhong Muxi huddled in the corner of the kitchen.

She was already thin, and now curled up into a ball, making her even less noticeable.

Whether psychologically or physically, when a person is enduring immense pain, they tend to instinctively shrink into themselves, as if doing so could reduce the area of impact, ideally getting smaller and smaller until they disappear entirely.

Han Zhi quickly noticed the knife in her hand.

Her hand, gripping the knife, trembled uncontrollably. She was making a strong effort to withstand wave after wave of negative emotions, holding back the urge to harm herself, not wanting her friends to worry or to let down their goodwill.

[What, is she having another episode?]

[Don’t say it so harshly…]

[Han Zhi, maybe you shouldn’t go over there. What if you get hurt?]

A debate erupted in the comments.

Some felt that Han Zhi shouldn’t go over and should prioritize his own safety.

Others believed that only Han Zhi could save her.

No matter how intense the arguments got, Han Zhi walked over and sat down beside her, softly calling, “Muxi.”

He called her several times before Zhong Muxi finally looked up at him, her eyes behind the lenses blurred with tears.

“Come here, let me hug you.”

Han Zhi ignored the knife in her hand and directly pulled her into his arms.

His large hand firmly grasped her shoulder, but he didn’t cross any boundaries: “Unfortunately, my body temperature is a bit low. If I had a warm, furnace-like body, it would feel more comfortable to hug.”

Zhong Muxi couldn’t find her voice and shook her head in his embrace.

[No… it’s already good.]

[It’s my fault. Everyone has helped me, and I can’t keep being so helpless.]

Her voice seemed choked by tears, only the audience could hear her silent thoughts.

“Feeling sad and upset is a normal reaction. Having friends around definitely helps, but it won’t make everything better immediately; no one is that powerful. Sometimes, you might even force yourself to accept their help, only to break down and cry when you’re alone at night… In those moments, you feel even worse, thinking you’re hopeless, not just disappointing your partner but also letting down your friends, and feeling like you can’t do anything right.”

As he spoke, Han Zhi’s chest vibrated softly. “Isn’t it strange? Friends who want to help you might end up being the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.”

His voice was calm, tinged with a hint of compassion.

When he spoke, it seemed like everything could be forgiven.

There are often short videos on Douyin harshly criticizing those who’ve experienced heartbreak. Even if they’re well-intentioned, Han Zhi disagreed with them.

In his eyes, pain, sorrow, and an inability to let go are all valid.

You have to forgive yourself for still loving that jerk and accept the restless nights you endure.

“No…” Zhong Muxi explained softly, “It’s my own problem; everyone has been really good to me.”

Han Zhi: “I just noticed something.”

Han Zhi: “After Muxi realized I was here, she immediately turned the blade toward herself… Seriously, a girl who is sad to the extreme only ends up hurting herself. I must make her happy again.”

The detail Han Zhi noticed went unnoticed by the audience at first.

Once he pointed it out, the comments section exploded with reactions.

[Wow, Brother Zhi is so gentle, sob sob sob.]

[Let him be the sea king; it feels like he’s here to save all the suffering souls, being kind to just one girl is such a waste of talent! /dog head]

[I have a similar experience, really. If I had been a bit tougher, that jerk would already be reincarnated… I just can’t show aggression toward others. When men go crazy and take revenge on society, I go crazy and take revenge on myself.]

Many comments shared personal stories about their low points in life.

Why do sad songs sell so well?

Because there’s nothing new under the sun; the same suffering keeps happening.

It’s just that they weren’t as fortunate to meet someone like Han Zhi to guide them.

“The kitchen floor is hard; let’s find another place to talk,” Han Zhi said.

Zhong Muxi nodded.

Zhong Muxi nodded.

Han Zhi led her to his room, directly into the bedroom.

The previously warm comments immediately changed tone.

However, what they expected didn’t happen. After Zhong Muxi sat on the edge of the bed, Han Zhi poured her a cup of hot chocolate from a thermos on his bedside desk and encouraged her to drink it slowly: “I like to have something sweet before brushing my teeth and going to bed,” he said.

Warmth spread from her fingertips, and Zhong Muxi took small sips, her cold hands and feet gradually warming up.

“Are you very concerned about what He Shun said?”

Han Zhi casually brought it up: “I heard a summary of the conversation from Tong Zhao.”

At his words, Zhong Muxi’s shoulders tensed. Even though she was reluctant to admit it, she slowly nodded: “Actually… I don’t like that guy anymore, but the whole situation is so complicated. It feels like there are endless challenges to overcome. Is it that if I were just a little better, he wouldn’t leave me? Am I really that inadequate? … Maybe I am. I really hate my personality.”

She self-deprecatingly lifted the corners of her mouth: “I really envy Tong Zhao.”

Han Zhi: “Hmm?”

[Tong Zhao, huh?]

[Not surprising, she’s the type that easily makes other women both envious and jealous.]

“Look, a guy like He Shun would cook for her and run errands because she’s good enough and worthy. I can imagine… if she were to break up, no matter how long she dated her boyfriend, it would never be as embarrassing as my situation.”

Han Zhi: [The implication that she’s good enough means Muxi feels she’s not good enough or worthy.]

“I’ve never seen her when she’s heartbroken, so I can’t really judge,”

Han Zhi sat beside her, his long legs casually stretched out: “Let’s look at it from another angle. No one is inherently bad, and everyone deserves to be valued. So where does the problem lie, do you know?”

“…Me?” Zhong Muxi replied, puzzled.

Han Zhi ruffled her hair, wanting to shake some sense into this self-blaming girl: “The problem is that no one dares to voice their own needs.”

“Human nature is flawed like that; if you’re accommodating and passive, the other person will take advantage. When conflicts arise, if you first reflect on yourself, they will seize the opportunity. A woman who always says yes will eventually encounter… or foster a man who always says no.”

Zhong Muxi lowered her head: “It’s all because I’m too soft.”

“Softness can translate to being too considerate, too gentle, too thoughtful of others.”

Han Zhi’s gentle praise made her feel a bit shy and warm.

Was she really as good as he said?

She only said, “Tong Zhao is really impressive. Sometimes I wish I could be as amazing as her.”

Han Zhi inwardly gasped.

Having a difficult woman like Tong Zhao was enough; being too much like her might not be a good thing.

“Don’t set so many goals. Trying to become someone else is very hard. Even if you really manage to imitate them, there’s nothing to be particularly proud of,” Han Zhi said as he took the fruit knife from her hand and placed it on the nightstand, then intertwined his fingers with hers. “If you’re a meat bun, Tong Zhao might be a particularly beautiful fruit hard candy. That’s okay; a round, plump meat bun can be very endearing. I love eating those.”

He pinched her cheek, which was indeed soft like a bun.

Han Zhi’s metaphor made her laugh.

Fruit hard candy sounded sweet and appealing.

But the way he described the meat bun—round and plump—made it seem cute as well.

After looking at it from a different angle, she felt much of the gloom in her chest dissipate.

Before this, Zhong Muxi had desperately denied herself, wanting to escape from the weak and tearful ‘Zhong Muxi.’ Becoming someone else felt too difficult; it would be better to just disappear.
But now ……

She admitted, “I seem to get upset more easily than others.”

Han Zhi replied, “Yeah, feeling sad is normal.”

Zhong Muxi felt a bit shy, “I want to try accepting this tearful side of myself. Actually, I’ve managed to avoid self-harm these days. The scars on my hands are all old ones now…”

The production team had female staff members who felt sorry for her and secretly adjusted the data to help her wounds heal faster.

The scar near her arm had completely healed, leaving only an ugly dark mark.

She raised her hand, the light highlighting the particularly deep scar:

“Isn’t it ugly? But no matter how ugly it is, it’s still my hand. I want to learn to accept myself, like you said.”

At this moment, aside from a few radical comments, the mainstream voices in the comments were mostly encouraging her.

[Not ugly at all! Let’s start over!]

[Plastic surgery techniques are advanced now; what’s this sister’s Weibo? I want to recommend her a hospital.]

[Some people just have a lower tolerance. She hasn’t harmed anyone, right? She’s trying her best. Although I’ve never self-harmed and don’t encourage it, I’ve experienced moments when I wanted to die. The last time was when I discovered my boyfriend was complaining to his friends that I wasn’t as pretty as others, while I was the one willing to split the bill on dates. That’s why I fell asleep first—because I understood how hard it was for him.]

“Let me see.”

Han Zhi took her other hand. She felt a bit embarrassed and tried to pull it back, but he held it more firmly.

His fingertips gently traced her skin for a moment: “It’s really clear.”

“Yeah, it’s been a long time.”

Zhong Muxi lowered her head.

“Wait for me a moment.”

Han Zhi stood up, walked to the desk, pulled open a drawer, and retrieved a sketch of Zhong Muxi, handing it to her. Then he rummaged through his suitcase: “I remember introducing myself on the first day. I write novels, but drawing is also one of my many interests.”

Zhong Muxi took the sketch and froze.

This page captured her expression perfectly, with just the right amount of enhancement. It showed the kind of beauty she only saw when she stood in front of the mirror after a shower without her glasses. The gentle, timid look between her brows left her staring for quite a while, until Han Zhi pulled a chair to sit in front of her and took her arm, bringing her back to reality.

Han Zhi held a freshly unwrapped small palette.

There weren’t many colors, only twelve.

“There’s a box here that can be used on skin. Do you mind if I borrow your hand for a bit?” Han Zhi glanced at her, and Zhong Muxi quickly shook her head to show she didn’t mind.

Zhong Muxi thought:

[Although I don’t know what Han Zhi is planning to do…]

[He’s already helped me so much; whatever he wants to do with my hand, I’ll agree to it.]
Han Zhi dipped the brush in water and began to trace her arm.

He didn’t choose the fair skin; he worked on the scars.

Under his brush, the deep, flesh-colored scars were transformed into a shade of pale green.

Then, he painted small, round white lanterns one after another.

Finally, a string of lilies of the valley sprang to life on Zhong Muxi’s arm.

“The language of lilies of the valley is ‘happiness returns,’” Han Zhi casually placed the painting tools on the nearby desk, lifted her arm, and gently blew on it a few times to let the paint dry to a semi-dry state. “In the past, other men may have brought you happiness and then left… It’s okay; this time, the happiness you find is your own, not because of others, and certainly not because of me.”

The ugly scars turned into a string of charming lilies of the valley under his brush.

Zhong Muxi thought of what he said about the meat bun—

“These lilies of the valley kind of look like meat buns.”

After saying this, she couldn’t help but laugh at herself.

Han Zhi thought: [It’s good that you can smile.]

After chatting with her for a while, the paint on her arm dried. Noticing her face showed a bit of fatigue, Han Zhi suggested she wash up in his bathroom and sleep directly in his room while he would take the couch in the living room. Zhong Muxi felt a bit shy, clutching the bed sheet, her delicate face showing hesitation after taking off her clunky glasses: “Isn’t that a bit much? You shouldn’t have to sleep on the couch…”

“I’m not comfortable with you going back to your room alone,”

Han Zhi leaned down, allowing her, with her poor eyesight, to see his face clearly: “You’re very cute. Be good and don’t say such tempting things to me.”

With that, he turned off the room light with a snap and left, closing the door behind him.

Zhong Muxi was left with a flushed face after being teased.

At this moment, she had completely forgotten the name of the scumbag, her mind filled only with those gentle eyes.

The next morning, when Han Zhi brought up his sea king mission, she agreed without hesitation: “Actually, you don’t even need to mention it; I would fill in your name anyway.”

Han Zhi smiled, “I’m so happy.”

In contrast to their harmony, another sea king was in chaos.

Tong Zhao was woken up by Wei Zekai.

This guy had gotten up early, excited to make breakfast for his girlfriend using online tutorials and kitchen ingredients. Knowing the principle of treating others as one would want to be treated, he made all his favorite foods—

With a combination of low blood sugar and morning grumpiness, Tong Zhao shuffled in her slippers, staring at the steaming food on the table.

Fried chicken, French fries, pudding, and a bottle of soda.

No one dislikes junk food!

This was something Wei Zekai firmly believed.

Even though they had a dedicated chef at home providing nutritious meals, he would sometimes get the urge to eat spicy hotpot early in the morning. With his robust stomach, he had never suffered from his peculiar dietary preferences.

Now, he had piled all his favorite foods in front of Tong Zhao.

“I made it myself,” Wei Zekai said modestly.

Tong Zhao didn’t respond, just looking at him with her beautiful eyes, heavy with emotion.

[Your Highness, calm down! Murder is against the law!]

[Who eats this for breakfast, hahaha…]

Tong Zhao: [Crazy…]

Tong Zhao: [Forget it, it’s not nice to refuse something made by hand.]

When she first got up, her mind was a bit foggy. She looked fierce, but really she was just a paper tiger, more easygoing than usual.

She picked up a piece of fried chicken and took a bite.

The fried chicken was raw inside.

“…”

Tong Zhao didn’t swallow, glancing at the cross-section of the chicken on her chopsticks, which was completely undercooked.

She turned her head and spat the small piece she had bitten into the trash can.

Tong Zhao grabbed a handful of fries sprinkled with salt.

The fries were also undercooked.

And what she thought was salt turned out to be sugar.

The half-cooked taste, mixed with oil and sugar’s sweetness, created a very peculiar flavor.

Since the fries were store-bought frozen ones, they achieved an impressive contrast of hot on the outside and frozen on the inside.

In her past life, she had committed crimes; in this life, she was eating food made by Wei Zekai.

At first, Wei Zekai was too embarrassed to look at her and didn’t notice she had spat out the chicken. Finally, he gathered his courage and turned to her: “Tasty, right? Don’t worry, I’m not one of those dads who just hands off the cooking. If I had kids, I would definitely make them cute bento boxes myself.”
……

Tong Zhao suddenly felt the desire to be child-free for the first time.

This half-cooked gift made her a bit more awake: “You sit down and try it yourself.”

“I made it for you, so eat more if you like it.”

Wei Zekai: [Hehe, all the good stuff is for her; I’m such a good man!]

Under Tong Zhao’s insistence, Wei Zekai finally tasted his own cooking, and his proud demeanor quickly turned sheepish. Tong Zhao rubbed her forehead, her mind now fully alert: “Forget it, I’ll go…” She intended to say she’d cook, but the words changed: “I’ll go find Sister Muxi.”

As long as the world doesn’t explode, Tong Zhao won’t work.

Wei Zekai felt they were already in a relationship, so it was natural to include her in his list of crushes.

When he boasted about this to Tong Zhao, she paused for a moment: “You have to learn from your mistakes, little puppy.”

Wei Zekai didn’t understand the saying and asked, “I want to hold hands.”

“Okay.”

…

In the end, the two sea kings exchanged phones and filled in each other’s names, fulfilling the conditions for the game—

Neither of them trusted the other, so exchanging phones felt the safest.

With the two sea kings clearing the level, the game ended early.

When the sun rose the next day, the remaining civilian players woke up to notifications that the event had concluded. The rooms of the two were already cleaned out and empty. Meanwhile, that previous night, under Han Zhi’s humanitarian guidance, Wei Zekai learned how to make a proper breakfast, but it remained untouched and cold, waiting for its owner.

Everyone woke up in the holographic filming chamber.

The female staff member responsible for waking Wei Zekai had red eyes and couldn’t help but say to him, “You’ve had it really tough.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

With no memory of what had happened, Wei Zekai still didn’t know he had been completely betrayed by his good friend.