Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 58: How to Win Over a Spirited Young Man's Heart (5)

Song Zhishu's pale face was devoid of color, but this did not diminish the captivating charm of her smile. On the contrary, it softened the flamboyance of her warm smile and added a touch of gentleness.

Yu Guo stared blankly at the scene, then sat down on a stool, seemingly lost in thought.

[Ding! The target's affection level with the heroine has increased by 5, currently at 65]

Song Zhishu's smile suddenly froze.

"Damn it, why does looking at me remind me of the female lead?"

[Let you laugh for no reason. Seeing your smile reminds me of the female lead's little sun, huh? Pshaw, it's useless.] Taking this opportunity, the white dumpling mocked Song Zhishu mercilessly, even though it didn't understand what that star was.

Yu Guo was still thinking about whether Xiang Nuan had eaten, slept, had her period, or had been kidnapped, and whether he should go rescue her now! He slammed his fist on the table and stood up, only to be met with a loud shout from Song Zhishu.

"Sit there!"

As a man of steel, Yu Guo still yielded. He was forced to endure Song Zhishu's gloomy gaze, his heart pounding. He had no idea what he had done to offend this ancestor.

"I'm asking you something." Song Zhishu realized her expression might have been too frightening and quickly forced a smile: "What were you thinking about just now?"

Yu Guo was startled by her half-smiling expression, but her eyes lit up when she heard his question, and she quickly said, "I was just thinking, I wonder if Xiang Nuan has eaten, slept, drunk water, or had her period yet... Sigh, do you think she might have been kidnapped? No! I have to go save her right now!"

"…………" I'm so stupid

Song Zhishu smiled and took out a grenade, her smile somewhat chilling: Come on, let's go see the little girl's grandmother together?

The white dumpling tried to stop the increasingly frenzied Song Zhishu, attempting to calm her anger with words: "Host, don't panic, don't lose your composure, we can't lose our beauty!"

Yu Guo seemed oblivious to Song Zhishu's狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression, still lost in his own self-admiration: "You tell me, how can Xiang Nuan be so cute, so beautiful, so outstanding, so kind, so..."

Song Zhishu couldn't stand his rambling anymore. She stood up, expressionless, pulled a piece of paper from the table, stuffed it into his incessant mouth, gave him a one-second smile, then turned and left, her back trembling.

Yu Guo stood there, stunned, his smile still lingering on his face. The sticky tissue in his mouth made him feel nauseous. The tears in the corners of his eyes hadn't dried yet, but that wasn't what he cared about most. Right now, a sentence was still echoing in his ears: "I'm sorry, my family is relatively poor, and I'm not as cute, beautiful, outstanding, or kind as your Xiang Nuan. So you'll be sleeping on the sofa tonight. If you're cold, cover yourself with the coffee table."

He snapped out of his daze, looked at the sofa next to him that was only one and a half times the width of a person, and muttered to himself, "Why are you women so easily angered? I'll never understand you."

Although he kept muttering this, Yu Guo still felt a little uneasy. It seemed that this was the first time Song Zhishu had ever gotten angry at him since he was a child.

He felt a pang of discomfort, like being scratched by a kitten. He lay alone on the sofa, unable to see the moon, staring blankly into the darkness.

Is she... really tired of herself?

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 20, current affection level is 50]

[Ding! Target's corruption value increased by 10, current corruption value is 40]