CH 74.2

“It’s me.”

Murong Jihua “…”

The ‘girl’ “…”

Murong Jihua “He Jünle you actually have that fetish lmao hahahahahahahahahahaha!”

He Jünle “…”

He Jünle – I must have been mad to feel like the guy was pretty cute just now.

Murong Jihua, having locked the door firmly from the inside, takes off his jacket to put it on He Jünle, who only has the snowy white dress, and asks with a smile, “Le-gege, how did you do it? We’re about to win!”

He Jünle, while washing away his face full of powder at the sink, answers, “here I thought your brain isn’t as empty as it actually is.”

Murong Jihua “… That’s because you keep swimming around playing in my mind. It has become occupied by one man named He Jünle.”

He Jünle goes, “shut up.”

After washing away all the mess on his face, He Jünle looks up and walks towards Murong Jihua.

With water droplets still dripping down his hair and eyelashes, under the dim lights of the bathroom, he looks especially white as he says,

“I’m a guy, so by the rules, I obviously get more points when I manage to entice men.”

“?”

“And you, started that dumb campaign of air dropping lipstick vouchers, increasing the amount of women outside, basically giving our opponent a pillow when they wanted to sleep.”

“…”

“So I…”

“So you cross-dressed, and used the fact that City A still had more men than women to slay the entire city, overtaking the opponent thanks to the help of rumours circulated by the media?”

“Mmhm, cleverer than you looked, aren’t you?”

Murong Jihua feels really confident now, seeing the massive lead they have——Then asks, “He Jünle, so our next step is?”

He Jünle has already changed back into his handsome male outfit while talking. He tidies up the creases on his clothes and retrieves a bag of blood from his waist like magic——

“The weather’s growing cold. Time for me to have an abortion.”

Murong Jihua asks, “how are you——”

He Jünle interjects, “if the pregnancy is still not causing my abdomen to swell then we’ll get busted. You see… that Princess is dangerous. She’s not dumb, she just has something wrong with her head.”

Murong Jihua “…

… What are you going to…”

He Jünle unbuckles his belt, opening his trousers, and then——

Murong Jihua “?!”

“Jihua…”

One new saying has emerged——’Like He Jünle’s face’——meaning ‘It can change whenever convenient.’

“I really, shouldn’t have forced myself to compete in this whatever showdown, I…”

He Jünle’s body is faltering as he speaks. Murong Jihua can feel his chest clench and quickly takes him in his embrace.

He Jünle extends his still bloodied, trembling hand, to leave a shocking trail of blood on Murong Jihua’s handsome face, saying,

“I’m useless… I couldn’t even keep you, the Murong family’s offspring safe…”

Then,

Murong Jihua knows he really shouldn’t.

Yet right now,

Here, at present,

Without knowing where to begin with his internal dissing…

‘…

Le-gege,’

He thinks, as he comes to terms with himself, lifting up He Jünle in a princess-carry,

‘… Did you have to leave me to deal with the embarrassment of carrying a bloodied man outside of the female restroom alone…?’