CH 57.2

Murong Jihua did not go to shower.

Riding his family vertibird (one of the modes of transportation within the vast Murong residence; this is for transversing between floors), Murong Jihua is biting his lips while doing maths in his mind again.

He Jünle as going to say something = Having trouble (1)

Princess Elizabeth issued a challenge = Context (2)

He Jünle was unhappy after he agreed to be the prize = He doesn’t want the competition held (3)

From (1), (2) and (3),

He Jünle has some trouble that makes him not want to participate in this PK.

‘Maybe he’s not feeling confident?’

Murong Jihua shakes his head.

‘No way, there’s no reason. From the arts to the brawl to studies, and even his skill with his mouth——There is nothing in this world he is actually bad at. If you have to identify one…

… Perhaps, it’s being receptive of flirting.’

Murong Jihua almost self-mockingly chuckles. What’s wrong with him. Did grandpa Yuan Longping feed him so full that he’s having time to be a little worrywart…

He Jünle is already waiting in the bedroom.

He has his legs crossed sitting on the rim of the moonlit boat. One hand is holding up a book, the other his head. It is when he sees Murong Jihua arrive in a navy blue suit jacket that he lazily raises his eyelids to say,

“You’re here.”

Murong Jihua was wearing a white T-shirt back then. He had his arms akimbo and a smile on his face. A smile that was enough to send the girls screaming for him.

His pupils were grey. He always had that distant poker face on him, but He Jünle could see that——

There were stars buried underneath the foggy eyes, so scattered they were blending into the noise.

So briefly were they visible before the fog swallowed them whole entirely.

Therefore, when He Jünle stared at him, he always felt that the real character lying underneath the artificially constructed front must not be as unapproachable and frosty as he was pretending to be.

What was he pretending for?

He Jünle hated things he couldn’t see through.

——Well, definitely not hate, in this case. That was a misstatement. A massive misstatement.

Naturally, if Murong Jihua knew what the man was thinking, he’d definitely trip and tear up and drag He Jünle with him to thank the Gods by burning incense at the temples and swear and oath of brotherhood with him.

What was he pretending to be?

What do you think he was pretending to be?

He was obviously pretending to be a cold, fiendish, devilish, romantic and domineering CEO! A character archetype! In a game! A game where the dead have no human- corpse rights! Argh!

Murong Jihua is smiling.

Not for anything else, but for this He Jünle who is narrowing his eyes to quietly observe him——Holding a book,

Upside down.

Something must really be troubling him,

Murong Jihua says silently to the air.

When Murong Jihua approaches, He Jünle slaps the book shut with a clap. Then, he lights a cigarette and begins to smoke.

“Didn’t you say you have to practise?”

——Murong Jihua watches him extend his hand to unzip his pants halfway.

Murong Jihua pauses in place, and, looking like he’s sighing, also puts a cigarette in his mouth, then walks forward——slowly——slowly.

Like last time, he leans his head over to He Jünle, rubbing the head of his cigarette with He Jünle’s, though Murong Jihua’s skills at lighting a cigarette is clearly in direct proportions to his mouth’s capabilities – Half a day later and he wouldn’t have lit it up.

——By the way, he basically ignored what He Jünle just did entirely.

He Jünle’s expression turns slightly complicated.

Murong Jihua gives up and rises back up. As soon as he opens his mouth to speak, the cigarette naturally falls down next to their legs. He asks,

“He Jünle, what’s wrong with you? Just say it out loud, I——”

“Why did you agree so readily?”

?!

Wasn’t that too direct? Normally wouldn’t someone still mull over it——No no no never mind, he still prefers guys who speak without going down the garden path.

Most importantly, he, he really is troubled over the fact I agreed to them competing?!

Murong Jihua says, “… I believe in you, you——”

“Why did you agree so readily to be the prize yourself?”

“Huh?”

“Why did you agree so readily to use your own body as the stake?”

“… Ah.”

“Did I let you?”

“I thought you…”

“I agreed to competing, but I didn’t agree to you betraying yourself.”

He Jünle also throws his own cigarette down on the ground and grinds it with his feet.

“——So, do you think that, I don’t even have the right to take care of my man?”

Holy——

Holy fuck!

Oh damn fuck!

Shit, goddammit!

No longer trying to act cool, he pushes He Jünle right off the moonlit boat into the moonlit pool——A pool full of plastic balls of all sizes that resemble bubbles.

He Jünle “…”

Murong Jihua puts on the aforementioned thin glove and chuckles while looming over He Jünle, saying,

“You man, don’t tell me you’re actually jealous.”

“…”

“Ho. I knew it. With how handsome and charismatic and rich and elegant and attractive the shaoye is, who wouldn’t fall in love with me?——Yes, I knew it. Hmph.”

Who the fuck was that guy that sneaked off crouching in the haunted house yesterday? Not him.

He Jünle doesn’t tease him or retort, but is just looking up from below, and suddenly extending his hand to grab at the man’s earlobe.

Murong Jihua’s breathing abruptly pauses.

“Some things I have to tell you about.”

“Yeah.”

“One, the Princess is strong. At least in arm wrestling, she’s the strongest opponent I have met thus far in all my twenty years alive.”

“So——”

“Don’t worry. I’m invisible. I’ll never lose you.”

“… Oh, thanks.”

“Two, Murong, I suggest you——”

“Speak, you man, how do you wish this shaoye satisfy you? Ho.”

“——I suggest you bottom.”

Author’s notes: Don’t worry. This is a matter of principles. We won’t concede.

Anyway, we’ve used ancient poems now. Let me think about other ways to drive. Tehe~ Is it really appropriate to be fighting against jjwxc like this lololol