Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 59: How to Win Over the Heart of a Spirited Young Man (6)

Song Zhishu, who was groaning in her room, was perfectly fooled.

This kid, increasing affection is fine, but why increase the "darkening" value at the same time? What's he trying to do? Tomato and egg?

[Host, this time the target is different from the previous two. You can't grow up and still not be able to walk. The first two were A-level missions, but this one is a B. The target is definitely getting more and more abnormal. Relax, relax.] The white dumpling comforted her, unaware that her comfort was just adding fuel to the fire.

"I think if I had been more careful when I crossed the street, I wouldn't have felt so frustrated." Song Zhishu sighed, staring intently at the ceiling.

"But... actually, that guy, aside from being a bit straight, is quite cute." The little white dumpling was still pondering how to ignite her fighting spirit when she heard this. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad, or simply hurriedly chime in.

[Yes, yes, he's practically a celestial being descended to earth! So, host, we must turn the tide! We must not lose to the female lead!]

In truth, to him, he was nothing more than a machine. His existence was solely for Song Zhishu, and Song Zhishu existed because of him. Therefore, in Bai Tuanzi's heart, matters of love and romance, or dimensional conquest, were no longer important. He simply regarded the girl who had first taught him joy and sorrow as an older sister, and naturally, he didn't want this older sister to suffer even the slightest harm. Of course, he would never admit his feelings.

Song Zhishu didn't pay much attention to Bai Tuanzi's little schemes. She stretched, yawned lazily, and a few tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, making her look charming and adorable under the bright light. She rubbed her eyes and mumbled, "Never mind, I don't want to think about it anymore. Nothing can disturb my beauty sleep."

She turned off the light and fell into a deep sleep. The stars were exceptionally bright tonight, their light dappling the floor through the thick curtains. The occasional rustling of the wind outside was shut out by the window. The moon shone in this tranquil world, casting a dreamlike and romantic veil over this otherwise cruel story, captivating all who beheld it.

Even under these circumstances, Song Zhishu still couldn't sleep soundly. She kept feeling someone moving around beside her. Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound of a revolving door assaulted the girl's hearing. She squinted and saw a slender, dark figure turning around. Terrified, Song Zhishu was about to scream when someone tightly covered her mouth.

"Don't move! It's me!" Yu Guo lowered his voice, afraid that this timid girl would pick up the vase next to her and hit her on the head.

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Zhishu slowly calmed down. After she calmed down, she turned on the light with a look of exasperation and glared at the trembling boy in front of her: "What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

"I...I...I'm cold." Yu Guo hugged himself tightly, then shivered again at the thought of the cold wind that had blown into the living room through the window. He looked pitifully at Song Zhishu: "Ashu, I don't want to sleep in the living room anymore, it's too cold. I apologize! You want me to stay here for the night?"

Song Zhishu was both annoyed and amused, but when she saw his nose, which was red from the cold, she suppressed her laughter, handed him a tissue, and said with disdain, "Quickly wipe your nose, it's filthy."