Hearing this answer, Wen Nan froze in place. After Yu Shujun finished speaking, he didn’t say anything more. Revealing the deepest secret hidden in his heart at this moment made Yu Shujun feel ashamed, his fingers tightened, and even his toes clenched. Originally, he wanted this thought to decay in his belly, but the words of the other person just now made Yu Shujun feel a sense of dread— Afraid that in the end, he might not even qualify as the other person’s "intimate friend". So, Yu Shujun was forced to confront this matter that even he was reluctant to think about in detail— Wen Nan and Yu Shujun had many deep exchanges, but they had never kissed. When feelings were aroused, Yu Shujun occasionally succumbed, following his instincts, leaning in to seek those lips, wanting to try to touch, wanting to... feel the affection the other person had for him, even if it was merely a feigned act in bed. However, the other person was unwilling. Whenever Yu Shujun approached, the other person would subconsciously move away. As if Yu Shujun’s lips were some poison-laden hidden weapon, a touch would render the other permanently impotent. Wen Nan was not someone who would recklessly push through in such moments, he knew how to kiss. Yu Shujun had seen Wen Nan kiss Qiqi sweetly on the school playground, like a chilled watermelon in summer, a fresh sweetness; Also witnessed Wen Nan kissing Guan Ailin affectionately while making out in different instance maps, like a soft cream cake, a sweet filled with milky fragrance; As well as Wen Nan’s exploratory kisses with Yu Shouling and forced kisses with Xiao La Jiao due to circumstances... Clearly, in different situations, there were so many different kissing styles, comfortable and varied, yet not a single one was shared with Yu Shujun. Yu Shujun had never kissed anyone and didn’t know what a kiss tasted like. He imagined the taste of watermelon, imagined the taste of cream, imagined the taste of sea breeze, but no matter how he imagined, he couldn’t fathom what it would taste like to kiss Wen Nan. No matter how much he wanted it, Yu Shujun dared not demand, fearing that before he could taste anything, all he would see was that "struggle, conflict, disgust" in the other’s eyes. Unable to attain, waiting silently in the shadows, yet forced to see the other find new partners, try new tastes... Yu Shujun tried hard to restrain himself, but found it impossible to do so. With Root Breaking Slash and Yu Shujun, the person and the sword were one, every subtle thought of his would manifest on that lightsaber. Like sneezes and yawns, whenever Yu Shujun saw Wen Nan trying to kiss others, he couldn’t control the sword light released towards those people. Now that this thought was made clear, Yu Shujun waited with trepidation. The room fell into a long silence. Finally, Wen Nan gently said, "I... I know, I’ll be careful next time." Afterwards, he opened the door and left without looking back. Leaving Yu Shujun alone, sitting by the bed, staring blankly at the empty doorway. Qiqi lay on the bed, holding the screen high, watching a special edition titled "Sun Wukong and the Female Version Red Child". Enjoying the scene, a sudden knock on the door interrupted her. Reluctantly getting up, she opened the door to see her brother standing there with a complicated expression. "What’s wrong, brother, what’s with that look? Did someone scold you or hit you? Tell me, I’ll go scold them back for you." Wen Nan ignored Qiqi’s question and walked into the room with his head down, "I need to borrow the bedroom for a while." Qiqi was puzzled, following Wen Nan back to the bed. Kneeling beside him, Qiqi saw him sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, pulling out one small item after another from goodness knows where and placing them in front of him— A mini whistle, a black wristband, a silver-white egg, a thermos cup, a miniature castle model, and a rusty key. "What are these?" Qiqi leaned in closer to look at the small items, reaching out to touch them but hesitating, "Brother, are you doing some kind of séance ritual?" Wen Nan shook his head, nodding at the items in front of him, "If it were you, which one would you choose?" Qiqi raised her hand, her fingertip lightly touching the rusty key, then recoiled as if shocked, shaking her head, "I wouldn’t choose any, I want the Jingu Bang." "Hmm?" Wen Nan looked at her, puzzled. Qiqi’s eyes darted downwards, chuckling softly, "I’ve been cramming a lot lately, brother, could you lend me yours for practice?" Wen Nan looked at her helplessly, "Don’t mess around, I’m serious." In a tiny suite wrapped in iron sheets. The chandelier on the ceiling swayed, the dim light illuminating a line of words written with blood on the wall— [You’ll never escape from my grasp, my little sweetheart.] Wenwen wore a sexy, form-fitting spaghetti strap nightdress, sitting alone on the military bed by the wall, holding a broken chain in her hand. The other end of the chain connected into the wall behind her. She tilted her head back, staring blankly at the words on the wall in front of her. Those words were written by her for her little sweetheart, but unfortunately, her little sweetheart ran away, not even giving her the chance to touch a single hair, rescued by a suddenly invading tall man. Wenwen was initially very upset, but now, not at all. Even if her little sweetheart were to return, she wouldn’t allow him to step a foot into her house again. Because she met another man, one so perfect she couldn’t even dream him up. Hmph, little sweetheart? Doesn’t match a hair of that man! She wanted Ye Jiu to be her tenant, she wanted Ye Jiu to live with her, she wanted Ye Jiu to stay in her house forever... Oh, how she wanted it so badly. Ye Jiu, would you come to see me tonight? In the city center, in a spacious large flat in a high-end community, inside a closed study. One side is filled with real-time surveillance screens covering the entire wall, currently empty, with the watchlist missing. The other side, once plastered with photos from tracking and surreptitious photography, now completely removed, leaving only rectangular traces. Ru Huan sat in the swivel chair at the center of the study, looking up at a corner of the surveillance screen, holding a remote control. She once saw her stepson as her most important reason for living, constantly monitoring him. The sudden departure of her stepson left her momentarily without the will to live on. Unexpectedly, the sudden appearance of that man in her life made her realize that her stepson’s departure might be a hint for her rebirth. If Ye Jiu were willing to accept the wristband, if Ye Jiu were willing to live with her, if Ye Jiu could appear before her tonight... She was willing to give her all for Ye Jiu. In the blood-scented bedroom, Xiao Fei sat alone on the carpet by the bed, knees hugged, head tilted up, staring into the endless night outside the window. She licked her lips, full of expectation, whispering softly: "Brother Ye, Xiao Fei wishes to devour you whole. "Brother Ye, quickly come find Xiao Fei." In a warmly decorated dining room. Sconces, crystal chandeliers, hallway lights, all illuminated, lighting the room up as bright as day. The dining table was filled with various foods, the plates squeezed to the edge, almost falling off. At each end of the table was a set of bowls and chopsticks. Xu Zhenzhen sat at one end, holding an empty bowl, staring blankly at the empty chair opposite. Little Jiujiu, I made dinner, waiting for you to come back. If you don’t come, I will wait forever. In the cold bedroom, the enormous bed seemed endless, and Zhuang Yichen leaned alone at the head. Her finger gently rubbed a reddened spot on her knee, vaguely feeling the warmth from the man’s fingertips pressing there before. This made her more itching and intolerable, her brows lightly furrowed, face full of grievance, softly speaking: "Husband, when will you come up? "This big bed, sleeping alone is so empty. "Without you by my side, I can’t sleep." Qiqi looked at Wen Nan, then at the array of props in front of him, "Choosing one from these, that’s serious business?" Wen Nan nodded, glancing at the system countdown. The time left for him was limited. Standing up, he prepared to take action. [9527, start the selection: Choose who?] [1. The sinister landlord Wenwen] [2. Xiao Fei who loves brother] [3. The control freak stepmother Ru Huan] [4. The widow Xu Zhenzhen] [5. The ice-cold beautiful wife Zhuang Yichen] [7. None of the above]