A virtual princess? She's a real princess!

"Anyway, I'm not a love-struck fool." Bian Xiao nodded.

"Love-obsessed?" Sadwell didn't understand.

"Yeah, that's the kind of woman who scrimps and saves, doesn't spend her own money, but still wants to spend money on a man—that's love-struck." Bian Xiao had just finished crying, was covered in sweat, and was sweltering, so he took off his light blue shawl.

Bian He casually took it and handed it to the maid next to him to take away. Upon hearing this, his eyebrows shot up. "That won't do, Della, you can't be love-struck, you know that!"

Bian Xiao rolled his eyes at his brother, "No one can be love-struck like me, okay!"

“Yes, our Della is not a stupid child,” Sadwell said, not worried about it.

His sister was a typical Lesmonlia, a kind-hearted girl by nature, but taking was in their nature, not giving.

Crying in the shower was pointless, and Bian Xiao didn't like sleeping feeling sticky, so he took another shower.

Tina arranged for someone to moisturize and care for Bian Xiao's eyes, and by the time everything was finished, it was already late at night.

The moon hung high in the sky, but it was not as bright and dazzling as the manor below.

Bian Xiao lay on the bed, unable to give the grumbling, incessantly nagging guy a goodnight kiss, and then pushed him out.

After seeing the deliveryman off, Bian Xiao angrily dialed his number.

"Duan Jingli!"

"Xiaoxiao!"

Duan Jingli was working out when he thought it was his brother calling. But when he saw that it was Xiaoxiao on the screen, he immediately stopped exercising, took a moment to calm his breathing, and his full chest rose and fell like mountains after he finished exercising.

The moment she received it, she realized that Xiaoxiao's tone was a bit off.

Before, it was always the sweet Ah Li brother; now it's Duan Jingli.

Is Xiaoxiao unhappy? Duan Jingli quickly went to find another phone.

"I hate you, Crown Prince! You've gone too far!" Bian Xiao was furious when he heard Duan Jingli's voice, which sounded exactly like the Crown Prince's. He grabbed his pillow and angrily complained.

Duan Jingli breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this reason. Heaven knows how his heart had been frozen when he suddenly heard the girl opposite him say she hated him, but the next second, upon hearing it was part of the plot, he was fully revived.

"Xiaoxiao is innocent! This is the Crown Prince, you can't blame me! I, I strongly condemn this behavior!" Duan Jingli wished he could swear an oath on the spot.

"What do you think will happen to the Crown Prince?" Bian Xiao naturally knew it had nothing to do with Duan Jingli; he was just joking.

"The rest, well, it's a bit hard to say," Duan Jingli frowned, hesitant to speak directly, "Actually, the TV series changed the Crown Prince a lot better." Duan Jingli's statement was quite well-founded.

After all, he was even more shocked when he saw the ending of the novel. He wouldn't have taken the role if it weren't for the director.

"You made me so angry tonight, I cried for ages," Bian Xiao complained.

"You cried?!" Duan Jingli couldn't hold back any longer. "It's all mine, I shouldn't have let you see it! Don't look at Xiaoxiao in the back either."

"Does your eye hurt from crying? Did you get someone to massage your eyes and moisturize them?"

Duan Jingli asked several questions in a row, and Bian Xiao laughed, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's already been treated."

“But it hurts so much when you cry,” Bian Xiao deliberately softened his voice, almost whispering. Especially the word “呢” (ne), which was delicate and sweet, gently passing through Duan Jingli’s ears and into his heart. He felt an itch to touch the phone, pressing it tightly to his ear as if that would make them closer.

"I... I'll rub it for you?" Duan Jingli, usually eloquent and quick-witted, even when arguing with his brother, was quick to unleash a barrage of words. Yet, he blushed at Bian Xiao's casual flirtation.

Her cheeks and fair chest were flushed, and she stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Alright, I'm just teasing you. Brother Li, what's the ending of your TV series?" Bian Xiao asked curiously.

"It's a tragedy, so Xiaoxiao, why don't you stop watching?" Duan Jingli was afraid she would cry again.

"What a tragedy!" Bian Xiao didn't like tragedies; she preferred lively and bustling events.

But it's really frustrating to watch a show only halfway through without an ending!

"Yes, it's actually quite similar to the novel, but the male lead's character is a bit better than in the novel," Duan Jingli said.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh~" Bian Xiao thought she could read a novel now. She thought the male lead in the TV series was bad enough, but how could he be this bad in a novel? "By the way, Brother Ali, are you free next week? I'm throwing a yacht party~"

“I’m sure I have time!” Duan Jingli was unwilling to miss the opportunity and immediately agreed.

“Della,” Sadwell knocked on the door.

"My brother's here, bye-bye, see you next week!"

"Okay," Duan Jingli said reluctantly as he hung up the phone, holding it in his hand for a long time in a daze.

Sadwell had come to see his sister. He sat on the edge of the bed, lifted Bian Xiao's chin, and leaned in to examine his eyes closely.

"Hehe, it doesn't hurt, brother," Bian Xiao said with a smile, resting his chin on his brother's hand.

"Brother, when is Daddy arriving?"

"Tomorrow morning. I promise you'll see it as soon as you wake up, baby." It was getting late, and after the brother and sister chatted quietly for a while, Sadwell tucked his sister in, gently kissed her forehead, turned on the nightlight, and closed the door.

Bian Xiao, who had just been obediently nodding and yawning, immediately reached out from under the covers and grabbed the phone next to him.

So early, why are you sleeping! Get up!

You should stay up all night when you're most capable of doing so, otherwise what's the point of staying up all night when you're old, right?

The main reason is that Bian Xiao hadn't read that novel before, but now he's itching to see if the male protagonist gets punished in the end.

The dim nightlight shone diligently, and after a while, a fair little hand reached out from under the covers and grabbed a piece of paper from the bedside. A couple of minutes later, it reached out again and grabbed another piece of paper.

On the carpet and by the bedside, there was a large pile of crumpled papers soaked with tears.

Bian Xiao felt as if the author had stabbed him in the heart from one side and cut him in the other, causing him unbearable pain, and he sobbed and shed tears.

The article is short, but it's deadly and psychologically damaging.

Seeing the ending infuriated Bian Xiao even more.

What?! It turns out the male lead has wives and concubines all around him!

It's so unfair to the female lead, sob sob.

After finishing the novel, the light was already faintly shining through the window. With swollen eyes, Bian Xiao lay on his pillow, still angry, and dozed off while clutching his phone.

Before going to sleep, I was still thinking that Duan Jingli was right; the male protagonist in the original novel was even worse.

The author's writing is excellent, and her emotions are delicate; otherwise, she wouldn't have cried so much from being so emotionally affected.

However, she prefers stories where the female lead is happy, like the post-apocalyptic novel she read a while ago, where the female lead went on a killing spree, which she really liked.

It's a pity there aren't any TV series adapted from this kind of wish-fulfillment novel.