UCTOOT CH113

Feeding him, Shi Shu gathered his words: “Back then, I didn’t see you as a good person either, so that thought popped up—thinking I’d climb into your bed first, then look for an opportunity later—”

As Shi Shu spoke, Xie Wuchi looked away.

Shi Shu watched him. Knowing he would be angry, he still wanted to make things clear: “I’m sorry.”

Silence. The clumpy noodles gave off slow wisps of steam. Xie Wuchi seemed to have calmed down, yet radiated a chilling stillness: “If you hadn’t apologized, perhaps, after turning it over in my mind for a few days, I would have forgiven you anyway.”

Shi Shu looked up at him: “What?”

Xie Wuchi: “When we reunited in Yanzhou and you sought me out, I guessed you wanted something from me. Otherwise, you and I are not cut from the same cloth; you would rather drift through the turmoil of war alongside them than stay by my side.”

Listening to him speak, Shi Shu felt as though Xie Wuchi’s heart was shattering: “Even then, I still loved you.”

“Ge.”

Shi Shu’s heart wasn’t made of iron. Never had he heard someone lay their soul bare with such visceral, bleeding honesty.

Shi Shu whispered, “I know, I know… that you love me.”

Shi Shu’s gaze rested on the bowl of longevity noodles. Having weathered two or three years of turbulence together, they were finally sharing a bowl of birthday noodles. Shi Shu’s heart felt like a boiling sea.

Pulling himself together, the cut on his lip having healed, his smile turned bright: “Xie Wuchi, eat the noodles, alright? I asked about your birthday before, hoping to celebrate with you, and today it finally came. In the future, I’ll celebrate many more birthdays with you.”

Shi Shu was terrible at sweet-talking; whenever he tried, it felt awkward. But he wanted to coax a smile out of Xie Wuchi: “Take a bite. If it tastes bad, I’ll boil another bowl for you.”

Shi Shu took the chopsticks, gathered some noodles, and held them to his lips.

Two transmigrators, sojourners in this unfamiliar realm, having journeyed all the way from Xiangnan Temple to this very day, never imagining they would share this meal in a thatched hut out in the desolate wilderness.

Xie Wuchi still didn’t speak.

Shi Shu urged, “Eat, ge, just take one bite.”

How would Shi Shu know how to coax someone? The only woman he had ever coaxed in his life was his mother. Whenever he pissed off Ms. Bai Mo, terrified of getting thrashed, he would cajole her with a cheeky grin, serving fruit platters with practiced ease.

Coaxing him now, Shi Shu only felt that Xie Wuchi had become like family.

“Eat, just one bite, Brother Xie.”

Before his eyes, Xie Wuchi finally lowered his gaze and took a bite of the noodles Shi Shu held out. As their eyes met, the heavy stone in Shi Shu’s heart landed safely: “You’re so cooperative! Baobao, take another bite.”

Xie Wuchi: “You eat too.”

“Alright, I’ll eat too.” Shi Shu took a bite as well. At a moment like this, any aversion was out of the question. In the gentle lamplight, within the cramped, dim room, bite by bite, the two finished the bowl of noodles together.

The bowl was emptied completely clean. Shi Shu had never imagined in this lifetime that sharing a bowl of noodles with another man could taste so delicious.

Seeing the bowl emptied, Shi Shu set it aside: “Were you tired these past few days?”

Xie Wuchi: “Not tired. But missing you was unbearable.”

“…………”

Shi Shu’s heart melted on the spot. Holy crap, Xie Wuchi, you romantic poet! Do you really have to be so damn smooth?

Ears burning with sheer embarrassment, Shi Shu slipped outside: “Let’s wash up first.”

Shi Shu walked beneath the eaves: “I didn’t know what you’d like for a birthday present, so I bought you a few gemstones. Today’s cooking tasted awful and went to waste; I’ll remake it tomorrow.”

Behind a wattle screen beside the thatched hut, Shi Shu stripped off his outer tunic and scooped cold water to bathe. While bathing, his thoughts were already wandering. Looking up, Xie Wuchi stepped past the screen: “Let’s wash together.”

Shi Shu understood in an instant. He glanced toward the ruined temple where Xin Bin was staying; overhead, tree branches rustled, blocking the view. Mosquitoes swarmed in the night air.

Xie Wuchi lit a bundle of mosquito-repellent herbs nearby. Just as Shi Shu slipped off his clothes and turned around, Xie Wuchi leaned in and kissed him.

For reasons unknown, the ripples in his heart felt grander than ever before. Shi Shu kissed him for a moment, but with so many insects, the two parted. In the heavy dark, they washed up quickly. Shi Shu returned to the bedroom first, finding mosquito-repelling herbs smoldering inside, thin wisps of smoke coiling in the air.

This secluded courtyard felt like a paradise away from the world, though they wouldn’t stay here long.

Doors and windows were shut tight to keep mosquitoes out.

Sitting beside the bed, Shi Shu had a vague premonition: today was Xie Wuchi’s birthday, and tonight…

Barely out of the bath, a mosquito had bitten his calf, leaving a red, swollen bump.

Just as Shi Shu was about to set the medicinal lotion back on the table, with a clatter, he accidentally knocked over the candle.

“Huh? Why’d the light go out?” As Shi Shu stood to relight the oil lamp, a dark silhouette appeared in the doorway.

Shi Shu knew it was Xie Wuchi. Settling into silence, his eyelids twitched.

A powerful arm wrapped around him from behind. Outside the window, cicadas and frogs chorused. Through thin clothing, that hand caressed him, fingertips gliding from his jaw down to his abdomen.

Shi Shu’s heart picked up speed. In the dark, shame was easier to bear; swallowed in pitch-black, boundaries were cast aside.

Finally, burning hands slipped beneath his tunic, pinching and rolling his nipples, teasing them gently. His calves went weak. Clutching his wrist, just as Shi Shu went limp and tried to speak, his thin shirt was pulled up and off.

As Xie Wuchi kneaded his nipples, Shi Shu’s spine arched involuntarily, trembling all over: “Ah…”

It wasn’t his first time; he had been teased like this several times before, easily setting his whole body ablaze. Shi Shu’s nails dug into the back of his hand. Suddenly lifted airborne, he was scooped up completely, and in the next breath, his trousers were stripped away, bringing a rush of cool air.

Held cradled with thighs parted, resting against a solid chest, he was seated upon the bed in an instant.

The bedding was kicked aside by his calves. The hands caressing his chest slid upward, rubbing his collarbones crimson before toying with his fair, handsome jaw.

Shi Shu looked up, his lips captured in a breathless, suffocating deep kiss. Meanwhile, between his legs, Xie Wuchi’s other hand stroked and rubbed. The intense stimulation brought hot sweat to Shi Shu’s brow, flushing his face crimson as his toes curled and pressed against the quilt.

“Ah… mm, ah…” Shi Shu squirmed in his embrace.

Xie Wuchi deepened the kiss, holding his head still: “Are you my gift?”

His Adam’s apple caressed, it bobbed: “Xie Wuchi…”

Cupped between his legs, thumb pads stroked and stimulated the tip, stroking up and down. Arching his back, flushed beyond recognition, Shi Shu struggled: “Xie Wuchi… don’t…”

Yet seated in Xie Wuchi’s lap with his legs forced apart, pinned open by the man’s muscular thighs, Shi Shu was entirely constrained in his embrace, his pale, slender calves draped over Xie’s knees, leaving his core completely exposed.

Forced into deep kisses, licked by his tongue, saliva slipping from the corners of his lips, his hips squirmed against the bedding: “N-No… don’t…”

Xie Wuchi modulated his handjob, stroking steadily; whenever he increased pressure, Shi Shu let out raspy, choked sobs, helpless before such pleasure.

“Shi Shu, just enjoy it.”

Shi Shu panted against his chest, his torso heaving. His earlobe licked and sucked, that hand returned to kneading his skin and nipples.

Shi Shu gasped for breath: “Xie Wuchi…”

A strange, alien sensation that remained difficult to get used to even now. Having his pink nipples pinched and rolled sent waves of tingling electricity through him; barely had he let out a gasp when his cock was stroked with steady rhythm.

Shi Shu squirmed, while the groin pressed behind him grew increasingly hard. As his nipples burned under Xie Wuchi’s touch, the breathing behind him deepened.

Held fast, hands roved over him; then, guiding his lower body backward, Xie Wuchi had Shi Shu’s backside grind against his searing hardness.

“Ah… so good,” Xie Wuchi panted.

Through thin fabric, soft hips rubbed against the thick, hard shaft. Holding his waist, Xie Wuchi had Shi Shu grind against the crook of his thighs. Scalding hands stroked from belly to lips, kissing him deeply while fingers twirled his nipples.

Sweat beaded across Shi Shu’s brow. With a man grinding against his hips and rock-hard abs pressed against his back, his cock stroked in an unrelenting grip: “Xie Wuchi… ah… I can’t…”

Forced open and pinned so he couldn’t clamp his thighs shut, his cleft was wet, brushed stroke by stroke by that thick, searing member—grazing, intentionally or not, against his tight entrance.

Shi Shu grabbed his hand pleadingly, gasping: “Xie Wuchi…”

The moment he spoke, he was kissed into silence, tongues tangling to crush his voice. Eyes closed, Shi Shu could only pant, his handsome face flushed crimson. Xie Wuchi sped up his hand; Shi Shu’s thighs shook violently. Trying to turn his face away, his jaw was held firm, forcing him to meet Xie Wuchi’s eyes in the dark as he groaned and came.

Shi Shu’s voice was low and raspy, youthful and clear. Fingers gripping the quilt tight, milked to climax by Xie Wuchi, he remained cradled in his lap.

A long, lingering release. Sweat dripped beneath Shi Shu’s pale eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing. In the next breath, he was lifted as Xie Wuchi stripped away his own thin undergarment.

Shi Shu was seated across his lap, back still facing him, pressed against the thick, rigid cock, thighs parted. Shi Shu gasped in surprise. In the next second, a long finger slid into his crevice.

“Mmh, ah…”

His thighs parted wide in the dark, looking deliciously enticing. As his nipples were pinched again, Shi Shu clutched Xie Wuchi’s hand with flushed cheeks, yet couldn’t block out the sensations between his thighs.

The pink entrance, slicked with lotion, was stroked and probed, squelching wetly. Shi Shu went limp, fingers tightening: “Xie Wuchi…”

“Good boy,” the man rasped, kissing him.

As the finger thrust inside, pressing somewhere sensitive, Shi Shu let out a sharp gasp, instinctively trying to close his legs—only to find them clamped wide open and firmly pinned, leaving no escape. Shi Shu furrowed his brow: “Xie Wuchi… you bastard…”

“A little more stretching, and baobao‘s ass can take my cock.”

Shi Shu clenched his fists, spitting out word by word: “Xie. Wu. Zhi…”

Barely had he spoken when the finger thrust hard, shattering his voice into a moan: “Ah…”

A slick, sweat-drenched summer night. Shi Shu’s pale, healthy calves bent and straightened, leaving damp prints on the bedding. Leaning against Xie Wuchi, thoroughly kissed as lips and teeth tangled, his hole was steadily worked without mercy.

Shi Shu squirmed in his arms: “Xie Wuchi… feels so weird…”

“What is it?”

Shi Shu: “…How much longer do you need to stretch it?”

“Eager for it?”

Gritting his teeth, Shi Shu muttered: “…I’m gonna get fucked by you sooner or later anyway, might as well get it over with.”

An itch burned inside his rear, his hands at a loss for where to rest, feeling so hot inside, clutching tight around Xie Wuchi’s fingers.

“Getting fucked by me is only a matter of time?”

Limp all over, Shi Shu squirmed in Xie Wuchi’s lap, his lower half burning with an unbearable ache: “Just… put it in.”

Supported once more, kissed repeatedly with warm wetness—Xie Wuchi kissed so skillfully that Shi Shu soon clutched him in a daze, panting: “Ah… mm, ah…”

He loved kissing Xie Wuchi, so gentle and lingering. While Shi Shu was lost in the kiss, his hips were shifted, and a burning glans pressed against his cleft.

Just as his attention was drawn below, his tongue was sucked: “Baobao…”

Tilting his head up into the kiss, the next second brought a colossal sensation of pressure. His waist seized, instinctively trying to clamp his legs together, but they were held forcefully apart.

Cold sweat broke out on Shi Shu’s forehead: “X-Xie Wuchi…”

Unable to see in the dark, in his haze Shi Shu suddenly remembered Xie Wuchi’s size. His brow knit, but his waist was held firm, guided downward inch by inch: “Baobao, no rush. Take it slow.”

Feeling the crown pushing against him, stunned, the tender petals of his entrance were gently parted as Xie Wuchi worked with slow, patient deliberation: “It doesn’t hurt.”

Shi Shu frowned, curling into Xie Wuchi’s chest, taking the wet, tight stretch. His entrance ached—it was simply too thick, and he was still adjusting. Held tight, his entire body felt stretched open as the shaft breached his entrance, a mixture of sharp tightness and tingling numbness.

Dripping with cold sweat, his spine went rigid: “Xie Wuchi.”

“Almost there,” Xie Wuchi murmured, his breath washing over him as he kissed him. “Baobao, so tight, so hot.”

Unable to hold back, Xie Wuchi gave a gentle thrust, pushing the lotion deeper inside. Stimulated, the inner walls clamped down uncontrollably, drawing the thick, rigid cock several inches deeper.

Rubbed right against that sensitive spot, tears clouded Shi Shu’s eyes as he scrambled to crawl forward: “Don’t…”

Crawling forward only caused the shaft to slide slickly within him, sparking a bizarre rush of pleasure. Clenching the sheets, Shi Shu collapsed flat on the bed: “Mmh, ah…”

Sweat dripped from Xie Wuchi’s brow. A wet pop sounded as Shi Shu slid back, the slick warmth clinging and sucking, taking nearly half of the thick, vein-ridged cock inside.

Arching his back, on the other side, Xie Wuchi reached over to light the small oil lamp on the bedside table.

Faint lamplight illuminated the small space on the bed. Fair, pristine hips clamped around a thick, imposing shaft. Sprawled with legs parted on the bedding, the stretched pink entrance contracted with every slight movement, soaking wet, wrapping him in tight folds.

Contracting involuntarily like slick silk, it milked the cock—soft, wet, and incredibly tight, tender beyond words.

Gathering Shi Shu by the waist, Xie Wuchi pulled him back, sinking deeper with the motion. Lifted upright, Shi Shu’s face was completely red, his thighs shaking, unable to find his footing.

Grasping the window sill with one hand: “Xie Wuchi…”

Shi Shu’s eyes were hazy, while Xie Wuchi’s pupils burned crimson. Before him, Shi Shu’s back was lean, healthy, and stunning, with subtle muscle along his arms—a thoroughly gorgeous youth, his only private opening filled to capacity by his cock.

Union… coupling.

Penetrating deep inside him, grinding, fucking, taking him with absolute intimacy—this moment had truly arrived.

With a shallow thrust, Shi Shu gasped, until he was pressed flat against the wall. Finally finding support for his hands, he gripped tight, while a hand pushed his waist down, arching his rear back to take the cock.

Shi Shu’s brows furrowed. Xie Wuchi stayed still, yet Shi Shu could feel the thick, rigid mass stretching him internally to an unbearable fullness. Fine sweat trickled down his nose as he panted: “Xie Wuchi…”

“How deep can you take it?”

Shi Shu: “I…”

Shi Shu was scooped up, seated facing him in his lap once more. Held in his arms, the cock thrust and pumped inside him. Overwhelmed, dripping sweat from his brow, Xie Wuchi cradled him in his arms, kissing his earlobes to soothe him.

Fluids trickled along his cleft as Shi Shu flushed with heat all over. Stroked gently, he turned his head back.

He met Xie Wuchi’s dark eyes. At this moment, they had finally merged as one. Xie Wuchi stroked his jaw, leaning in for a deep kiss, tongues licking softly, while his hips bucked upward in slow, deep strokes inside his hole.

“Mmh… ah… mm…” Shi Shu endured the grinding of the thick shaft while kissing Xie Wuchi. Transitioning into riding, he sat over Xie Wuchi’s pelvis, hips bouncing up and down as he was fucked, joined by that single cock, fingers digging into Xie’s shoulders as they kissed.

“Shi Shu.” Xie Wuchi stroked his chin. The hole being plied grew hotter, softer, and after the initial tightness, remarkably slick and pliant.

Pounded relentlessly, knees braced against the bedding, hot breaths poured from his lips. At first he could endure the pace, panting softly: “Ah… mm, ah… ah…” “Ah… ah, ah… mm, ah…”

The cock was thick and hard, dragging slick lotion with every pull, glistening wetly until his entrance grew soft, sucking at him like kisses.

Tangling tongues with Xie Wuchi, aware that he was getting fucked, taken by another man from behind, a sudden spike of acute shame seized him. Looking down, he met Xie Wuchi’s dark eyes drowning in lust, staring up at him unblinkingly.

How could Shi Shu have imagined, from first entering Xiangnan Temple to schemes of climbing into bed, that he would truly reach this point with Xie Wuchi?

Slumped in his arms, his hips cupped in large hands, shallow thrusts shifted steadily into rapid, bottoming-out drives. Shi Shu clutched his shoulders: “Ah…”

The cock pumped furiously between pale cheeks. Every time it pulled back, the entrance clung and milked him, driving Xie Wuchi into frenzied, heavier thrusts, grinding against tender flesh, clamped tight by trembling folds wrapping around the shaft.

“Feels so good,” Xie Wuchi kissed Shi Shu. “Fucking baobao feels so good.”

Brows furrowed, impaled on his cock, dazed by the pounding, hearing those words melted his resolve again, gritting his teeth as he buried his face into Xie’s shoulder.

Robes thrown open, large hands kneaded his firm buttocks, driving in with rapid strokes. Shi Shu’s inner thighs rubbed against flexing abs; pushed past his limit, he bit Xie Wuchi’s shoulder: “Xie Wuchi…”

“Ah… ah…”

Grinding mercilessly against that spot, Shi Shu’s legs were hooked over his arms, plied open wide. Trying to close his thighs: “Xie Wuchi… stop… don’t…”

But the man held him fast, withdrawing the thick shaft from the wet hole before slamming it back to the hilt.

Squirming and thrashing, tortured by pleasure, Shi Shu had no choice but to cling to Xie Wuchi’s shoulders, caressing his bucking back: “Ah… mm, ah… ah…”

“Xie Wuchi, I can’t… I can’t take it, I need to pee…”

At some point, tears had spilled down his face. Cradling Xie Wuchi, he was lifted straight up, carried toward the chamber pot to the side.

“Let me go first, I don’t want to…” Shi Shu clawed at him, but scratching his back was useless. Drowning in pleasure, Xie Wuchi sat on the stool by the chamber pot, still holding him in that cradled posture, fucking his wet hole from behind.

Hit right on his sensitive spot with several heavy drives, Shi Shu’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Cold sweat broke out as the trickle of urine pattered into the pot.

A trickle, then two hard thrusts; Shi Shu went completely limp, slumped in his embrace, pissed while being fucked, his voice raspy: “Xie Wuchi, you bastard… you asshole…”

Until he finished emptying himself, carried back to the bed.

Sprawled on the bed, thoroughly exhausted, his legs hoisted to be fucked for what felt like hours, until Xie Wuchi pressed over him face-to-face, legs bent back, buried deep inside, maximizing the friction.

Weeping while biting, Shi Shu sank his teeth into Xie’s fingers, clutching his back: “Xie Wuchi, you’re a madman, how much longer till you finish…”

Xie Wuchi gripped his hair, kissing his brow, lips, and tears, pressing Shi Shu’s thighs together to slam into him dozens more times. Veins pulsed on his forehead, Adam’s apple bobbing.

Pounding deep between his pressed legs, one hand holding him tight: “Ah…” Shi Shu’s toes curled tight again and again, his voice shattered by the impacts as tears poured.

“So good, ah…” Xie Wuchi kissed Shi Shu’s lips deeply, plowing into the soaked passage like sweet torment, slamming in with resounding slaps.

Lewd, wanton sounds filled the room—husky, sensual pants mingling with the youth’s breathless moans, rising and falling in waves of summer heat. Shi Shu sobbed unconsciously from the sheer intensity, each cry shattered by the grinding impacts inside.

Candlelight flickered as the powerful man held the fair, slender youth and fucked him hard, balls slapping rhythmically, white froth churning around the entrance. After a relentless assault, the man bucked his hips several final times, burying his cock to the hilt, pulling out and grinding back in.

“Ah…” Xie Wuchi let out a low, raspy groan as he began to release.

After such a prolonged ordeal, Xie Wuchi’s stamina remained staggering. Sweeping back his damp hair with one hand to reveal handsome features, he stroked his pulsing cock with the other, bringing it before Shi Shu’s face: “Baobao, I’m coming.”

Veined hands pumped, shooting streams of thick white semen across Shi Shu’s face, splattering it messily. Lowering his eyes, bliss settled across Xie Wuchi’s features after release, clearly deeply satisfied with this encounter. Sweat glazed his shoulders and back, tracing down the V-lines of his abs.

Semen coated Shi Shu’s face, his entrance thoroughly opened, the red flesh pulsing. He curled limp in the bedding, gasping for breath. Xie Wuchi leaned down to embrace him, wiping away the mess and kissing his swollen lips.

Clenching his fists, cradled against him and breathing in his familiar scent—he was always him.

A complex flutter stirred in Shi Shu’s heart. He scratched lightly at Xie’s back, covering the burning flush behind his ears.

…

Shi Shu was lifted up like a kitten, his dark eyes round in the night.

Limbs limp and aching, he watched Xie Wuchi boil water in a kettle and carry it inside.

“…” Shi Shu blinked. Looking at his back, he was reminded of that first night at Xiangnan Temple, when Xie Wuchi, clad in austere monastic robes with solemn dignity, had brought him steamed buns.

Yet that contrasted starkly with his wanton dominance in bed just moments ago.

Tracking him with his gaze, Shi Shu accidentally stared at Xie Wuchi’s back: “Xie Wuchi, how do you train your back muscles and V-line?”

Xie Wuchi: “Competing again?”

Shi Shu: “I’m not trying to engage in male rivalry; I’m just thinking your strength is insane. The moment you pin me down, I’m completely helpless.”

Xie Wuchi: “Want to train? But don’t want to get up in the morning?”

Shi Shu: “…”

“As it stands now, I can’t even get out of bed.”

Telling the honest truth, Shi Shu sat on the bed’s edge as Xie Wuchi brought over a wrung-out warm cloth. Under the oil lamp, Shi Shu’s lean, healthy frame was covered in marks left by his ravishing touch.

Xie Wuchi wiped his face, neck, and shoulders. The moment Shi Shu met his gaze, he looked away as if burned.

But in the next second, his chin was turned back: “Shy?”

Looking into his eyes, countless memories flashed through Shi Shu’s mind, and he ducked his head. He heard Xie Wuchi say: “We possess each other completely now. You have me, and I have you.”

That feeling of even in death, I will never let you go.

Shi Shu felt embarrassed, but after pouting: “…Hmph.”

Was the system matter truly resolved?

From now on, would he live peacefully here with Xie Wuchi, Zihan, and Laifu forever?

Once they left the Min territory, he would see them again.

If Xie Wuchi became the Co-Lord of the World one day, what would happen?

Should they challenge the system next?

Had he decided never to go home from this moment on?

Letting Xie Wuchi wash his fingers, Shi Shu felt that when that day arrived, things might still take an unexpected turn.

Regardless, having arrived in Min territory, he had to fulfill the mission of subverting the enemy from behind. Well then—career and romance progressing on parallel tracks.

Drying his hands gently, Xie Wuchi said, “Wait two more days, and I’ll arrange for you to meet King Zhouchi for discussions. Still address me as ‘Cousin’.”

Shi Shu turned: “When you said it held no meaning anymore—was that just spoken in anger?”

“Yes.”

Shi Shu: “Good thing it was just anger. Having you abandon the road you’ve walked for so long would have been far too heartbreaking.”

Shi Shu suddenly recalled something: “This system—do you understand it?”

Xie Wuchi’s hands paused: “Part of it.”

Shi Shu’s eyes widened: “You understand it?”

Xie Wuchi: “This is likely a parallel world derived from a game variant, because the moment I arrived here, I felt a sense of familiarity.”

Shi Shu: “What?”

“It resembles a game project that once pitched to me for investment. I glanced at it casually back then, so certain geographical names were familiar, which is why I adapted so quickly,” Xie Wuchi explained. “Perhaps anyone who inadvertently interacted with this game was pulled into this hundred-player battle royale.”

Shi Shu: “Pitched to you for investment?”

Xie Wuchi: “I run a venture capital firm.”

“…” Shi Shu: “Why didn’t we meet in the modern world? If we went back to the modern world, could you still be my boyfriend?”

Would you still love me if we went back? Would you still date me?

Shi Shu dismissed the thought and focused on the core point: “I rarely play games, practically never. How could I have encountered this—”

Shi Shu suddenly paused.

He had an account, originally created by his mother back in high school to chronicle his track running, which had gone viral; later, Shi Shu made his own. Once, a direct message from a game company had popped up in his inbox:

“Hello, I am the marketing manager for [Game Name]. Does the creator accept promotional sponsorships?”

Shi Shu had downloaded the game back then, opened it for a quick glance, and left.

Because he had zero interest in games.

Shi Shu fell silent, meeting Xie Wuchi’s gaze.