if Dating Sim-Wuma Xiu (Part 2)
Wuma Xiu didn't think anything of it.
He waved his hand:
"It's nothing, Archbishop. I'll order if you're hungry tonight."
Upon hearing this, the Archbishop shook his head.
He took out his terminal, tapped the screen a few times, and actually placed an order right in front of Wuma Xiu.
Wuma Xiu leaned over for a look and saw a neatly arranged pile of green vegetables in the shopping cart.
-- Broccoli, spinach, asparagus, lettuce, and a few other leafy greens he couldn't name.
"I prefer to cook myself." The Archbishop put away his terminal, looked up at him, and added casually, "I just happened to buy a lot, Mr. Wuma, would you like to eat together?"
Wuma Xiu naturally agreed.
Why not get something for free?
When it was time to eat, Wuma Xiu watched as the other person tied on a small apron, went into the kitchen, and began washing and chopping vegetables.
The plain white sleeves were rolled up to the forearms, revealing fair skin.
Water flowed through the other person's fingertips, and green leaves gradually unfurled in the basin.
The knife moved up and down on the cutting board, making a rhythmic, thumping sound.
It's clear that this skill isn't something that can be developed overnight.
Wuma Xiu suddenly felt a great sense of novelty. He had been in this world for some time now.
This is the Interstellar age; most people no longer cook, not only because vegetables are expensive, but also because it's too much trouble.
When they get hungry, they just drink a bottle of nutrient solution, which takes only 3 seconds to finish. The flavors are even categorized, such as braised beef, spicy hot pot, and pickled cabbage with shredded pork.
If all else fails, just order takeout.
With a quick swipe on the Star Network, you can browse, select, and place your order. Then, you can collapse onto the Sofa and wait about 10 minutes for your hot meal to be delivered to your door.
No need to wash the plates, just throw them in the recycling bag after you're done eating, and you're done.
How about that? Convenient, right?
In this day and age, cooking for yourself is practically an ancient hobby.
Only those retro types who crave the rituals of life, or wealthy people with nothing better to do, and certain Interstellar chefs like Han'er, would occasionally post photos of themselves cooking on social media with captions like "Slow life, slow enjoyment." The comments section is filled with "So amazing, so tasteful," but no one actually tries to learn how to cook.
After all, with that time, you could just chug down a tube of nutrient solution and get all the necessary replenishment. Wouldn't it be better to use that saved time to play a couple of games?
Wuma Xiu leaned back on the Sofa, watching the Archbishop's retreating figure, silently labeling him with a new tag in his mind.
To be honest, after watching for a while, he didn't find the scene unpleasant.
As Wuma Xiu watched, his eyelids began to grow heavy.
He slept very well last night, but now, leaning against the Sofa and listening to the thumping sounds of chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen, he suddenly felt a little sleepy.
He yawned, grabbed a cushion from the side, tucked it into his arms, closed his eyes, and drowsily thought that letting the Archbishop stay didn't seem so bad.
Wuma Xiu only intended to take a short nap, but he ended up dozing off until the food was served.
He was awakened by the aroma.
When Wuma Xiu opened his eyes, he found a thin blanket covering him, soft and carrying a faint, cool fragrance.
He paused for a moment, then turned to look at the kitchen.
The other person came out carrying the last dish, sleeves down, apron off, and resumed their meticulous and upright demeanor, though some water droplets remained on their hands.
He placed the dishes on the table, looked up at him, and said:
"You're awake! That's perfect timing, we can eat now. Go wash your hands first."
Wuma Xiu threw off the thin blanket, sat up, rubbed his eyes, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
He then sat down at the table.
Four dishes and a soup were laid out on the table.
The green is emerald green, the white is translucent white, and the red is bright red; the presentation is exquisite, and steam rises gently.
He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.
This taste... it's absolutely amazing.
The cooking time was precise, and the saltiness was just right.
The vegetables' freshness was perfectly preserved, and even someone like him, who was used to eating fancy takeout, couldn't help but take a few more bites.
With a mouthful of food, Wuma Xiu asked indistinctly, "Do you usually eat like this?"
The Archbishop, sitting opposite him and eating slowly, nodded upon hearing this and said, "I'll make it myself when I have time."
"What if you're usually busy?"
"Nutritional solution."
Wuma Xiu: Alright, at least this Archbishop isn't completely detached from worldly affairs.
The meal was unusually quiet, and the two of them barely spoke.
Wuma Xiu was busy eating, while the Archbishop remained silent during his meal.
Occasionally, the chopsticks would touch the plate, making a slight crisp sound.
A breeze swept past the window, causing the gauze curtains to sway gently, while the warm yellow light inside the room enveloped two figures.
Everything seems normal.
Wuma Xiu ate until his belly was round and full. When he put down his chopsticks, he let out a satisfied burp and commented, "Delicious."
The Archbishop looked at him, a slight smile curving his lips. He said nothing, simply collecting the bowls and chopsticks and taking them into the kitchen. Soon after, the sound of water began to rise, splashing and the gentle clinking of dishes.
Wuma Xiu slumped in his chair, watching the figure washing dishes in the kitchen, and suddenly felt that the scene was rather unreal.
The Archbishop the Church of the Goddess of Beauty was washing dishes in his house.
And isn't there a dishwasher right next to it?
Why wash with bare hands?
Wuma Xiu was pondering this, the Archbishop, having finished washing the dishes, came out, sat down beside him, and took out a silver-white object from his sleeve, handing it to him.
"What's this?"
"Amulet. A common item from the Church of the Goddess of Beauty, not worth much, but it can ward off some unclean things. Wearing it is better than nothing."
Wuma Xiu took it and looked at it.
The object was small, thin, and entirely silvery-white, with a slightly cool touch. However, after the coolness subsided, a trace of warmth seeped into my palm.
"Wearing it will make anything get hot if it gets too close to you."
Wuma Xiu examined the amulet several times before finally putting it in his pocket. Although he was still somewhat skeptical of these supernatural things, since it was free, he figured he might as well take it.
Thanks.
"It's my duty."
After the other person finished speaking, they got up and went back to their guest room. The door closed gently, leaving only Wuma Xiu in the living room.
He looked at the door, thinking to himself:
Sure enough, there are differences between twins. Look at this older brother, he's so reliable!
Wuma Xiu sat on the Sofa for a while, then, feeling that it was still early, he hugged his new helmet and crawled into bed.
After he put it on, the screen lit up, and the world of "Doomsday Crisis" loaded. Wasteland zombies, ruined cities, gunshots and screams rose and fell...
Wuma Xiu hacked and slashed his way through the zombies, blowing their heads off one by one. But perhaps because he had been too busy these past few days, he became somewhat distracted as he played, and even the exhilarating combat he usually found so satisfying no longer held any appeal.
I might as well quit.
He took off his helmet, glanced at the time, and found it was exactly 11 o'clock, so he turned off the lights on time, lay down, and closed his eyes.
In the darkness, Wuma Xiu had just closed his eyes when he heard a thumping sound coming from outside the window.
He suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Turn on the light."
The thumping sound then disappeared.
He got out of bed, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains.
The room outside the window was deserted, the night deep and still. A few streetlights hung in the distance, their glow dim and yellow, but there was no one around.
A gust of wind blew by, causing the window to vibrate slightly before falling silent again.
Wuma Xiu stared out the window for a few seconds, then drew the curtains and lay back down on the bed.
He turned off the lights again.
The moment darkness enveloped him again, he suddenly felt a warmth in his pocket.
The heat came on very quickly, like a small flame slowly burning against the skin.
Wuma Xiu reached in and grabbed the silver-white amulet in his palm.
The amulet is getting warm.
"Holy crap, they're really here."
Wuma Xiu sprang out of bed, grabbed the blanket, and rushed towards the door.
He wasn't wearing shoes, his bare feet were on the floor. He opened the door, ran all the way to the guest room door, and started patting it.
"Master... oops, Archbishop! Help! A monster is coming!"
As it turns out, he still valued his life.
The guest room door opened almost as soon as he knocked.
The Archbishop, dressed in a plain white undergarment, his clothes disheveled, revealing a patch of his chest, and with his long hair flowing down, stood behind the door.
He glanced at Wuma Xiu, paused on the blanket he was holding, and then moved to the amulet he was clutching.
"Don't panic. Where are you?"
"Outside the window! Knock on the window! The amulet is still hot!" Wuma Xiu said, hiding behind him. "Your brother! It must be your twin brother! You need to control him!"
The Archbishop stepped out of the guest room and headed towards Wuma Xiu's bedroom.
Wuma Xiu, clutching the blanket, followed closely behind.
At this time, being alone is the worst thing you can do.
The Archbishop stood by the window, gazing at the night outside.
His profile appeared particularly stern under the light.
He's gone.
"They've left?"
"Um."
Wuma Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the edge of the bed, clutching the blanket.
He looked down at the amulet in his hand.
Silvery white, with a cool, refreshing feel.
Surprisingly, this thing actually works.
"Will he... come back?"
"I don't know. But you'll sleep with me tonight. If he comes back, I'll subdue him."
"OK."
Wuma Xiu stood up, clutching the blanket.
Even a high-ranking Archbishop doesn't mind, so why is this rough-around-the-edges guy being so coy? Besides, what good is a hot amulet if he's sleeping alone?
Life is of the essence.
With that thought in mind, he grabbed the blanket and followed the other person into the guest room.
The Archbishop went to the bedside, spread the blankets out again, and quickly created two separate beds.
One person on each side, with a hand's width between them.
"You sleep inside," he said.
Wuma Xiu said "Oh," then climbed onto the bed with the blanket, rolled over to the side against the wall, and curled himself up into a ball.
The Archbishop turned off the light and lay down on the other side.
The bed frame shook slightly, then fell silent.
In the darkness, two people, two blankets, separated by a hand's width.
As a boy, Wuma Xiu often shared a bed with his roommates in his previous life.
Back in college dorms, it was common to accidentally elbow one of my roommates in the face when I turned over in bed in the middle of the night.
Therefore, he didn't take the idea of sharing a bed with a man to heart at all, let alone feel uncomfortable about it.
He rolled himself up in the blanket, patted the pillow, and quickly fell asleep.
Therefore, he was unable to see what was happening in the guest room at that moment.
Actually, by now, everyone has probably guessed it.
There are no twin brothers at all.
There was only one person from beginning to end.
Oh no, a god.
In the darkness, the Goddess of Beauty turned to her side, propping her head up with one hand, and looked at the sleeping face before her.
The lights had been off long ago, and the room was pitch black, but he was a god, so it was easy for him to see anything.
Those eyes gleamed in the darkness, enveloping the person on the bed, scrutinizing them meticulously from their eyebrows to the bridge of their nose, from the corners of their lips to their chin.
Wuma Xiu slept soundly, completely unsuspecting, his breathing even and deep, his lips slightly parted, and a small mound of soft flesh pressed against the pillow.
He kicked the blanket off halfway, revealing a small patch of skin at the neckline of his pajamas, his Collarbone faintly visible.
The Goddess of Beauty looked at him and suddenly chuckled very softly.
"So cute."
He reached out and tucked the blanket back in, the corner of which Wuma Xiu had kicked off. His fingertips brushed against the exposed shoulder, feeling its warmth and vibrant energy.
This is quite an interesting story.
Originally, the Goddess of Beauty was just flying in the sky when she happened to sense the aura of the real body as she passed by that area. A thought flashed through her mind, and she decided to give the other party a super amazing Reunion, preferably so shocking that she couldn't recover for a long time and would fall at his feet.
Upon closer inspection
Well, the other party doesn't remember him at all.
When those eyes looked at him, they were filled with wariness, unfamiliarity, and a blank stare as if asking, "Who are you?"
The Goddess of Beauty paused for a moment, then curled her lips into a smile.
It seems the original body has lost its memory for some unknown reason.
Wouldn't that make things interesting?
So, our Goddess of Beauty meticulously planned a second meeting.
He pretended to have just received the takeout from the other person, and went to their door with the food, intending to create a scene where the two of them would meet again by chance.
As soon as the door opened and their eyes met, he could easily exchange a few more words with the other person. Logically speaking, with his face, the other person should have taken a second look at him and then politely invited him inside to sit down.
Then, if a single man is alone in a room with another man, wouldn't that be...?
Hehehe.
The plan is good.
Unfortunately, the Goddess of Beauty never expected that the other party would be so afraid of him.
The door opened, but Wuma Xiu's eyes looked like he'd seen a ghost. Before he could even say two words, the other person was bracing against the door, as if they wanted to kick him and the takeout out together.
The Goddess of Beauty stood outside the door, clutching the takeout bag, and remained silent for a few moments, a rare occurrence for her.
Okay, this path is blocked.
It's okay, though.
He quickly remembered something else: the original body seemed to really enjoy playing games.
So he tried a different approach and sent a game invitation.
He even subtly hinted that the Theater God would appear in Wuma Xiu's plan without him noticing, just waiting for the other party to stumble upon it.
In that dating simulation game, he originally intended to reveal the truth within it.
But as he played along, he noticed that the other person's reactions seemed quite interesting.
Seeing the expression on Wuma Xiu's face, as if he'd eaten a piece of shit-flavored chocolate, after he chose "Dear" as his name.
Later he wanted to say that the main story skips the plot.
He endured it, even if it meant jumping once.
He jumped twice, then endured it.
Jump three times, four times, five times...
The Goddess of Beauty is too lazy to say anything more.
Never mind, let's leave it at that.
Anyway, the person can't escape.
But later, he couldn't resist and, on a whim, tied the Red Thread he had tricked and coaxed from Love God to Wuma Xiu's wrist.
To be honest, they are all the same person, so their relationship is naturally very close, which is why they are tied together by this Red Thread.
The Goddess of Beauty stepped over the "line" separating the two and pulled Wuma Xiu into her arms.
The person in his arms was fast asleep, completely unaware, their warm breath brushing against his neck.
The Goddess of Beauty lowered her head, her nose touching the top of Wuma Xiu's head, and closed her eyes briefly.
Hey-hey.
He must be the first Old Self to share a bed with the other person.
From now on, it will only be him.
Just as he was about to fall asleep contentedly, he suddenly opened his eyes and thought of something even more interesting.
The curve of the Goddess of Beauty's lips slowly widened, and he smiled silently in the darkness.
Hehe, that's settled then.
The Goddess of Beauty raised her hand and casually pulled down the collar of her upper garment, leaving it loose and exposed, revealing a large expanse of her shoulders, neck, and chest.
Then, he turned over to face Wuma Xiu, reached out, and gently took the other's hand from his waist, placing it on his bare chest.
My palms touched your skin, warm to the touch.
Wuma Xiu seemed to sense something in his sleep; his fingertips unconsciously curled up and pressed closer together.
The Goddess of Beauty looked down at the hand, then closed her eyes with satisfaction.
"Ah--"
A startled cry pierced the morning air and echoed through the sky.
Wuma Xiu sprang out of bed, the blankets flipping to the floor and the pillow rolling into the corner. He looked down at his hands, then up at the person on the bed, and felt as if he'd been struck by lightning.
The Archbishop was lying on his side on the other side of the bed, his upper body draped open, almost disheveled. His Collarbone, chest, and waistline were clearly visible in the morning light.
His hand was just resting on that exposed skin, and his leg was still pressed against the other person's body.
Wuma Xiu's face flushed red to the roots of his ears.
He turned and rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and put his hands under the water, scrubbing them frantically.
The cool water rinsed across my palms, bringing a refreshing sensation.
But at this moment, only one thought kept running through his mind.
No way?
Was he having a wet dream?
So thirsty?
That Wuma Xiu, a straight-laced otaku who had absolutely no interest in men and only wanted to play video games, actually stripped someone's clothes off in his sleep, put his hands on the person's chest, and even put his legs on the person's thighs.
It's over.
Has he been through too much stress these past few days and damaged his brain?
The tap was running.
Wuma Xiu rubbed his hands again and again, until they were almost peeling, but he still couldn't wash away the warm feeling in his palms.
No, no, he shouldn't be a pervert, right?
"What's wrong with you?"
Goddess of Beauty, her clothes open, walked in and leaned against the bathroom doorframe, asking a question. Her expression was calm, but her eyes still held a hint of confusion from just waking up, as if she had no idea what had just happened.
You would never guess from his face that he orchestrated everything just now.
Wuma Xiu shook his head frantically, like a rattle-drum. He swallowed hard, his voice weak, "It's nothing, um... I didn't do anything strange to you last night, did I? If you felt anything, you can just wake me up next time."
As he finished speaking, his peripheral vision inadvertently caught sight of the other person's open collar, and the porcelain-white skin below the Collarbone stung his eyes.
Wuma Xiu quickly turned his head away, staring at the tiled wall, wishing he could tear that glance out of his head.
In the past, he certainly wouldn't have thought there was anything wrong with looking at a man's body.
After all, everyone has what they have.
He'd been to public showers with his roommates before, and he'd been to places like water parks. He'd seen countless men's upper bodies during those times, and he'd never thought anything of it.
But now, he finds himself completely unable to look the other person in the eye.
After all, what he had just witnessed had a huge impact on him.
At this moment, Wuma Xiu's hands were still wet, hanging above the pool, one hand even red.
This is how he rubbed it.
Wuma Xiu stared at his hands, feeling as if they had betrayed him.
The person behind him didn't speak immediately.
After a few seconds of silence, the Goddess of Beauty slowly spoke, "Mr. Wuma, what kind of strange thing are you referring to?"
Wuma Xiu choked.
"Just... that kind of thing."
Which one?
You're asking a question you already know the answer to.
Upon hearing this, the Goddess of Beauty looked down at her open robes, as if only then realizing it, and let out a soft "Ah."
"Oh, this?" He raised his hand to pull his clothes closer. "I'm not quite sure either. It was like this when I woke up this morning. I thought Mr. Wuma must have felt hot in his sleep and helped me take them off."
Wuma Xiu suddenly turned his head and glared at the other person.
The Goddess of Beauty looked back at him, her gaze open and her expression innocent; not a trace of guilt could be found on her face.
Wuma Xiu wanted to explain, but the words stuck in his throat.
After all, he really didn't remember what happened last night.
What if he was half asleep and mistook someone for himself, then casually pulled off their clothes?
Who can say for sure about something like this?
He gritted his teeth, turned off the tap, grabbed a tissue, and wiped his hands with extra force.
"... Anyway, if I do anything strange again, just kick me off the bed."
The Goddess of Beauty looked at his bright red ears, a faint smile flashing across her eyes, gone in an instant.
Okay. I'll definitely do it next time.
After wiping his hands, Wuma Xiu walked towards the living room without looking back.
The Goddess of Beauty stood at the bathroom door, watching his fleeing figure. She raised her hand to straighten her clothes again, slowly and deliberately tying the belt. The smile on her lips could no longer be suppressed.
That's so much fun.
I don't know if he knows that he now has different feelings for me.
At least I won't treat him like an ordinary man anymore.
The Goddess of Beauty stopped smiling, followed the other person into the living room, and went straight into the kitchen.
Eating out is convenient, but it's ultimately not hygienic.
Those takeout orders on the Star Network look delicious and appealing, but who knows what's really going on in the kitchen?
Since the other person doesn't want to cook, then let him do it.
He tied on an apron, opened the refrigerator, took out the leftover ingredients from yesterday, and started washing and chopping vegetables again.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Wuma Xiu was nestled on the Sofa, hugging a cushion, when he heard sounds coming from the kitchen.
The water splashed, and the knife fell onto the cutting board.
But the more he listened, the more uneasy he felt.
Leaving them here seems like a mistake.
Wuma Xiu buried his face in the cushion and sighed softly.
In the kitchen, the Goddess of Beauty was stirring the food in the pot while glancing towards the living room.
The figure huddled on the Sofa, only the back of his head and two bright red ears visible, curled his lips into a smile and added another spoonful of the seasoning that Wuma Xiu had liked yesterday to the pot.
Wuma Xiu felt extremely uncomfortable during breakfast.
It's not that the food was bad; quite the opposite, the other person's cooking skills were impeccable.
Not to mention the fried eggs, even the bowl of plain porridge was cooked until it melted in your mouth.
However, with each bite, Wuma Xiu couldn't help but glance at the person opposite him out of the corner of his eye.
The person opposite me was holding a bowl, with an upright posture, chewing slowly and carefully, and his clothes were tied neatly, completely different from the person who had been half-open at the bathroom door just now.
I have to say, she's really good-looking.
But as he watched, Wuma Xiu started to think he was out of his mind.
He's just a man, what's so interesting about him?
It was just a matter of touching the other person's chest.
If the other person can't accept it, he's not against letting them touch his chest.
Let's just consider it a discount.
The Goddess of Beauty enjoyed the other's gaze, feeling secretly pleased, but her face remained extremely indifferent.
He suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Wuma."
Wuma Xiu suddenly exclaimed, "Hmm?"
The porridge is getting cold.
Wuma Xiu looked down and saw that the porridge in his bowl hadn't been touched much; the spoon was still stuck in it, and he hadn't been able to scoop it up for a while. He awkwardly said "Oh," then buried his head and shoveled down a couple of mouthfuls, suppressing all those chaotic thoughts.
After the meal, as usual, the Goddess of Beauty cleared the bowls and took them into the kitchen.
Wuma Xiu slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling, feeling that if he continued like this, he might really be heading down a path of no return.
He needs to play games.
Yes, playing video games.
Those zombie ruins, headshots and battles were what he should be thinking about.
Wuma Xiu sprang up from his chair, rushed into the bedroom, and grabbed the new helmet. The cool, silver-gray shell in his palm gave him a sense of security.
He sat down on the Sofa with the helmet in his arms, put it on his head, and the screen lit up in front of him.
The world of "Doomsday Crisis" loads out: a ruined city, a gray-yellow sky, and the distant howls of zombies.
Wuma Xiu wiggled his fingers, and finally managed his first smile of the day.
That's more like it.
He controlled his character to charge into the horde of zombies, gunfire erupted, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and he killed with great gusto.
One checkpoint passed, two checkpoints passed, three checkpoints passed...
He gradually regained his form.
It was as if they were venting all the strange emotions they had felt yesterday and today onto these zombies.
Wuma Xiu in his game when he suddenly heard a soft sound. At first, he didn't pay attention, thinking it was some ambient sound from the game. Then, he felt something warm touch his shoulder.
Wuma Xiu paused the game, exited the interface, and casually took the helmet off his head.
When I looked up, I was met with a stunning face.
The Goddess of Beauty sat down next to Wuma Xiu, propping her chin up with one hand and gazing at him.
Wuma Xiu unconsciously swallowed.
That person has a really good-looking face.
"Archbishop, is there something you need?"
The Goddess of Beauty shook her head and pointed out the window.
Children should not be addicted to games every day; they should exercise regularly.
"So, let's go for a walk outside."
Wuma Xiu was stunned.
He knew that phrase all too well.
In his past life, when he was still in school, he would spend every weekend in front of the computer, and his mother would stand at the door like this, her tone and manner were so similar.
But the question is, who is this person?
Wuma Xiu looked at the other person's young and handsome face.
The Archbishop the Church of the Goddess of Beauty was sent to exorcise the evil spirits.
And what happened? She moved into his house, cooked for him, watched him play video games, and now she doesn't even care whether he exercises or not.
Isn't this a bit too much interference?
Wuma Xiu picked up the water glass from the coffee table and took a big gulp.
The water had cooled down, and the chill slid down his throat, making him a little more awake.
"Okay, okay."
Wuma Xiu gave a perfunctory reply and prepared to fasten the helmet back on. Before he could even raise his hand, the Goddess of Beauty had already reached out and taken the helmet from his hand.
"Now that you know, let's go for a walk."
He placed the helmet on the storage cabinet to the side and turned to look at Wuma Xiu.
Ten minutes later.
Wuma Xiu sat in a small spaceship, staring blankly at the Archbishop sitting next to him.
So, how exactly did he agree?
He recalled what had just happened.
The Archbishop said, "Then I'll go myself. You'll be home alone; what if they come and I'm not there?"
He stood up.
It's that simple.
It just happened so inexplicably.
Wuma Xiu leaned back in his chair, gazing out the window at the floating buildings and high-altitude tracks rushing past, and let out a long sigh.
Sigh, I only went out once yesterday.
The spaceship flew steadily forward, its destination unknown.
Wuma Xiu glanced at the person next to him.
The Goddess of Beauty was gazing out the window, her expression serene.
The Flowing Light from the high-altitude orbit shone in, flickering across his profile and highlighting his striking features. He had a high, straight nose, a sharp jawline, and pale lips, like a piece of finely polished, cold jade, utterly untouched by worldly concerns.
Noticing his gaze, the Goddess of Beauty turned her head, met his eyes, and smiled slightly.
"What's wrong?"
Wuma Xiu stared at the upturned corners of those lips, his mind going blank for a moment.
He never expected that such a cold and aloof person could actually smile. Usually, his face was as stern as Deity Statue, never smiling, and even eating seemed like a ritual.
But once she laughs, the impact is extraordinary, like a crack in the ice, letting the spring water underneath surge up, warming people unexpectedly.
At least for now, Wuma Xiu felt a little stunned.
A thought popped into his head, vague and indistinct, startling even himself.
Am I behaving strangely?
The Goddess of Beauty asked again, "What... is wrong?"
"... nothing."
Wuma Xiu abruptly turned his head and stared out the window.
His face was reflected in the glass, his ears clearly red.
The Goddess of Beauty looked at the back of his head as he turned away, her lips slowly curving downwards. She turned back to look out the window again, her expression still calm, as if her smile just now was merely an unintentional gesture.
But in his heart, he was already smug.
To grasp; to control.
Today, Wuma Xiu said he had a very surreal experience.
He still can't understand how he ended up going shopping and watching a movie with this Archbishop.
They even ended up going to an amusement park.
The story begins with the landing of that small spaceship.
The spaceship landed on the rooftop platform of a commercial plaza. As soon as the hatch opened, the noise from outside rushed in.
Wuma Xiu followed the Archbishop off the ship. Looking up, he saw towering, floating buildings all around him, with huge holographic billboards slowly rotating in the air, projecting colorful lights and shadows.
Nearby, young people whizzed by on floating skateboards, elderly people strolled leisurely in retro Robes, and children walked around with mechanical pets.
Wuma Xiu stood there, somewhat bewildered.
The last time he came to a place like this was right after he transmigrated here, to make money at the casino.
After that, he never left his house again, and he took care of all his needs Star Network, even his breathing.
The bustling scene before him felt like another world to him.
"Let's go," the Goddess of Beauty's voice rang out from the side.
Wuma Xiu turned his head and asked, "Where to?"
"Just browsing around."
So they just wandered around.
As she passed a clothing store, the Goddess of Beauty stopped in her tracks.
The shop window displayed a row of the season's newest styles, mostly in muted colors and with clean cuts; they looked expensive.
His gaze lingered on one of the light gray coats, then he glanced back at Wuma Xiu and said:
"This should fit you well."
Wuma Xiu paused, looked over, and saw it was a light gray coat, which he thought was quite nice. However, he wasn't planning on buying clothes right now, so he declined.
I'm not buying clothes.
"Those clothes in your closet are all pilling."
"How did you know what was in my closet?"
Goddess of Beauty, shut up! You accidentally let it slip. Logically speaking, you didn't know what was in the other person's closet.
"I... guessed."
After saying that, he pulled the other person into the store without giving them time to think.
The shop assistant greeted the two as they entered.
The Goddess of Beauty pointed to the gray coat, glanced at Wuma Xiu's figure, and gave him his size.
The shop assistant came in carrying a gray coat, Goddess of Beauty took and handed to Wuma Xiu.
"Give it a try."
Wuma Xiu took the coat and went into the fitting room.
When he came out, the Goddess of Beauty was sitting on the Sofa in the store, flipping through an electronic picture book. She looked up when she heard the noise.
He glanced at Wuma Xiu, his gaze sweeping over him from head to toe, pausing for two seconds.
"This one."
Wuma Xiu looked down at himself.
In the mirror, he was wearing a light gray coat, its crisp cut and color making him look much more energetic.
The Goddess of Beauty paid the fee directly and left with Wuma Xiu.
The shop assistant looked at them with a smile and said, "Welcome to visit us again."
Wearing his new clothes, Wuma Xiu glanced at the Archbishop beside him every now and then, feeling a little awkward.
Why is this person so strange?
Are you being so nosy?
Or did the other person feel that her outfit made him lose face by walking with her?
However, before Wuma Xiu could have any doubts for long, he was dragged to the movie theater again.
The movie theater in the Interstellar era is completely different from the one Wuma Xiu remembers from his previous life.
There is no large screen here, nor rows of seats.
Instead, they are individual private viewing capsules suspended in the air.
Each cabin has one seat, but there are also double cabins.
The bulkhead can change the light and temperature according to movie scenes, and can also simulate scenes such as wind, rain, and earthquakes.
The Goddess of Beauty naturally booked a two-person cabin.
As Wuma Xiu sat inside, the movie began; the cabin walls darkened, and the surrounding light and shadow unfolded.
They were showing an old movie about an Interstellar traveler wandering between planets.
The pacing is slow, the art style is beautiful, and the background music is soothing.
As Wuma Xiu watched, he sank deeper into his seat.
However, after looking at half of it, he suddenly felt a bit more weight on his shoulders.
I glanced to the side and saw that the other person had actually fallen asleep.
He, the one who was invited, was still awake, but the other person was asleep.
Wuma Xiu stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.
He didn't move.
Okay, okay, considering the other person bought him clothes and paid for the movie, I'll let them lean on my shoulder for a bit.
The contrast is quite striking.
Wuma Xiu never expected that someone so cold and aloof could fall asleep while watching a movie.
It actually seems kind of... cute?
Pah! What am I thinking?!
After the movie ended, the bulkhead lights came back on.
The sudden burst of white light seemed to awaken the Goddess of Beauty; she straightened up, her body stiff.
"Sorry about that. I didn't hit you, did I? You should have pushed me away."
Wuma Xiu rubbed his shoulder and said magnanimously, "It's alright."
It was already afternoon when the movie ended.
The two had lunch outside.
Just when I thought I could finally go home, the Archbishop dragged me to a building that was flashing with colorful lights.
This is an amusement park.
Wuma Xiu disembarked and, seeing all this, felt a jolt in his heart.
"So?"
Let's go take a look.
"Two adults going to the amusement park?"
The Goddess of Beauty tilted her head to look at him, her expression calm. "Is there a problem? Look over there, aren't there a group of adults having a great time too?"
Wuma Xiu swallowed his words, finally letting out a resigned sigh.
"... Let's go."
This amusement park is much bigger than Wuma Xiu had imagined.
Colorful lights, music playing incessantly, and all sorts of oddly shaped amusement rides slowly rotating in the air.
The children ran around, clutching glowing balloons, their laughter filling the air.
Wuma Xiu felt extremely uncomfortable walking among them.
A grown man in his mid-twenties standing out awkwardly among a group of children and young parents.
The Goddess of Beauty seemed quite at ease, walking alongside and glancing at each facility.
Finally, he stopped in front of a roller coaster.
"This."
Wuma Xiu stared at the roller coaster, his throat dry.
The track looked like it had been twisted into a pretzel in the air, hanging upside down in several places, and there were several sections that spiraled at a full 360 degrees. The carriages roared past, and screams mixed with the sound of the wind reached Wuma Xiu's ears, making the back of his neck feel cold.
Are you serious?
Wuma Xiu's legs went weak just looking at him.
"Hmm. This is a lot of fun. If you're scared, just wait for me here."
After saying that, the Goddess of Beauty walked towards the entrance.
These words struck a nerve with Wuma Xiu.
He stood there, his face twitching.
How could a man say no or be afraid in front of that other man?
Especially in front of this Archbishop.
If he backs down now, how will he ever be able to hold his head high again?
"Who's afraid? I just find this thing boring. Since you like it, I'm open to playing with you."
Wuma Xiu stubbornly followed.
The Goddess of Beauty turned and glanced at him, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Let's go then."
Wuma Xiu gritted his teeth and followed behind him.
While waiting in line, he stared at the slowly ascending track ahead and swallowed hard. When it was their turn, he was pushed into his seat, and the safety device clicked shut, securing him firmly in place.
Wuma Xiu looked down at his feet, then glanced at the Archbishop beside him.
Aren't you afraid at all?
"I'm not afraid."
"Why?"
"I'm used to it."
The roller coaster has started.
At first, it was slow. The carriage slowly climbed along the tracks, and the people below became smaller and smaller, farther and farther away from the ground, while the sound of the wind grew louder and louder. When it reached the highest point, the carriage paused for a moment.
Wuma Xiu glanced at the scenery below and his legs went weak.
Help! I need to get off the bus!
Unfortunately, his response was that the roller coaster plunged down.
At that moment, the feeling of weightlessness made his heart leap into his throat. He felt lightheaded, the wind rushed into his ears, and he felt dizzy. The track was sometimes above his head and sometimes below him. During the 360-degree rotation, he was upside down in mid-air, his blood rushed to his head, and all he could see were spinning lights and shadows.
He closed his eyes.
But then a voice, tinged with laughter, reached my ears.
"Xiu, open your eyes. These things aren't scary at all."
Wuma Xiu tried to open his eyes a crack, and his face met the other person's profile.
The man turned his head to look at him, his hair tousled by the wind, his lips curved in a carefree and joyful smile.
She was completely different from her usual cold and aloof self.
Wuma Xiu was stunned, even forgetting his fear.
Then, the roller coaster rushed through the last bend, slowly slowed down, and finally stopped at the starting point. The safety device popped open with a "click," and Wuma Xiu sat in his seat, not moving for a long time.
His legs were weak; when his feet touched the ground, his knees buckled, and he almost lost his balance.
A hand supported his arm.
Are you alright?
The Goddess of Beauty's voice descended from above, calm and without even a hint of panting.
Wuma Xiu looked at him with a stern face.
If everything just now wasn't a habit, then that unrestrained, carefree laughter on the roller coaster, and that blurted-out "Xiu," meant that this person had been deceiving him from beginning to end.
There are no twin brothers at all. It's always been you, hasn't it?
The Goddess of Beauty looked at him, and her eyes, which were usually so cold, suddenly curved into a smile.
Then, he chuckled softly.
Yes, it's me. It's always been me.
He just laid his cards on the table.
If things continue like this, eventually the other person might not like him anymore, but rather hate him.
After all, not everyone can forgive deception.
It's best to cut your losses now.
Wuma Xiu didn't know how he felt; he just felt like he'd been tricked, but he didn't seem as angry as he'd imagined.
The other party admitted it too readily.
Wuma Xiu thought the other party would make up a few more lies, go around in circles, and try to fool him with the twin brother story.
Unexpectedly, the other party admitted it so readily.
Seeing his stunned expression, the Goddess of Beauty's smile faded, replaced by a more serious look.
"If I keep acting like this, you'll find out sooner or later. And then, you won't just be angry anymore."
I don't want you to hate me.
Wuma Xiu didn't know how he felt right now.
You've definitely been scammed.
From that first glance Fortune God Temple, to the food delivery, to that inexplicable game, to the identity of the "Archbishop the Church of the Goddess of Beauty," to the "monster" knocking on the window last night, to today's shopping, movies, and roller coaster...
It's all fake.
From beginning to end, this person didn't utter a single word of truth.
Strangely, he didn't seem as angry as I had imagined.
I can't quite put my finger on whether it was anger or something else.
It felt like someone had doused me with a bucket of water; it was cooling, but the anger in my heart just wouldn't ignite.
I have a question for you. You must answer honestly.
"You ask."
Why on earth have you become so attached to me?
Actually, we've known each other for a long time.
Wuma Xiu's brow twitched.
We used to be very close. Would you like to know just how close?
The Goddess of Beauty took half a step forward, instantly closing the distance.
"The kind of relationship where we can become one person."
"When I bumped into you Fortune God Temple, I originally wanted to surprise you. I had the timing right, chosen the location carefully, and even thought about what to say when we met."
"But I didn't expect you wouldn't remember me."
As he said this, the corners of his lips curved slightly, a hint of self-deprecation in his expression.
"The way you looked at me then—warry, unfamiliar, and distant. I stood there, letting you scrutinize me from head to toe, and none of the words I had prepared in my mind came out."
"Later, I thought of a different approach. That time I delivered takeout, it was intentional, and also..."
The Goddess of Beauty confessed everything, but precisely because she confessed so much, Wuma Xiu didn't know where to begin blaming her.
Is it his fault for blocking the door with the takeout delivery? Is it his fault for making up a twin brother to trick her into moving in? Or is it his fault...?
These things were strung together one by one, and his mind was in complete chaos, with not a single thread connecting them.
Wuma Xiu opened his mouth, and after a long pause, he managed to stammer out, "You're saying I have amnesia?"
How is that possible?
Didn't he just transmigrate here?
A few months ago I was playing games at home, and then one day everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, I was here, penniless, having earned all my Star Coins from the casino.
Amnesia? What amnesia?
"Actually, you've been in this world longer than you think. But for some reason, you've lost your memory. You've forgotten me, forgotten everything."
Upon hearing this, Wuma Xiu began to believe it to some extent.
Because the other person knows that he doesn't belong to this world.
He had never mentioned the matter of time travel to anyone.
In this world, only he himself knows that he doesn't belong here. But this person in front of him speaks so fluently, as if this matter has always been laid bare before him, never hidden from him.
"Come with me," the Goddess of Beauty extended her hand to him, "I'll tell you slowly."
Wuma Xiu stared at the hand for two seconds.
He reached out and touched it as if possessed.
The moment the fingertips touched the palm, warmth spread up from the point of contact.
Then, the world beneath my feet vanished.
Suddenly, the person and everything around them became transparent, like a drop of water merging into the sea.
Wuma Xiu's mouth dropped open.
His eyes widened; before him stretched a Starry Sky.
What's this?
The Goddess of Beauty looked at him and chuckled.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.
"I am the Goddess of Beauty."
"Gods governs power, freedom, and beauty."
Wuma Xiu stared at him, then looked down at the floating Sea of Stars beneath his feet, and then looked up at him again.
"... What did you say?"
"I am the Goddess of Beauty."
Goddess of Beauty? The Gods of power, freedom, and beauty.
Huh? There really are gods in this world?
All of this was a huge shock to Wuma Xiu. He had always firmly believed that there were no monsters or demons in this world, but now he had no choice but to accept it.
[Ding, Host, what he said is actually true. I am your system, but some accidents happened along the way, causing us to be temporarily separated. I only found you recently and rested in your mind. After this period of recuperation, I have finally recovered a little...]
Suddenly, a mechanical voice rang in Wuma Xiu's mind.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
OK.
At this point, he had no choice but to believe it.
What can you do if you don't believe me?
If you don't believe me, can anyone explain why he's currently suspended in the center of a Starry Sky, standing on the void, with someone claiming to be the Goddess of Beauty standing beside him, holding his hand and teleporting him there?
If you don't believe me, can someone explain the system in his head?
Wuma Xiu opened his eyes and looked at the Goddess of Beauty.
Okay, I believe you.
The Goddess of Beauty looked at him, the smile in her eyes deepening.
"That's good."
Wuma Xiu gazed at the slowly shifting Sea of Stars beneath his feet.
The Sea of Stars is silent, the sky is filled with starlight.
Suddenly, a hand touched the back of Wuma Xiu's hand.
She first tentatively touched him, and seeing that he didn't flinch, she slowly covered his hand with her own, her five fingers closing in to hold his.
The palms were warm, but the pressure wasn't great.
Goddess of Beauty voice sounded from beside him, soft and gentle. He said, "Xiu, I was wrong. Can you please not be angry with me?"
Wuma Xiu looked down at the hand, then pulled it away, crossed his arms, straightened up, turned his head away, and stopped looking at the person next to him.
Forgive?
If he were to say he forgives her now, wouldn't that make him seem cheap?
He's been scammed so many times, and now that the other party says they forgive him, he thinks he can just move on?
It's like a dream.
Let it air out for a while before deciding.
Wuma Xiu said sarcastically, "What did the mighty Goddess of Beauty do wrong? What could you possibly have done wrong?"
He turned his head and glanced at the other person.
"I didn't do anything wrong, it was just me."
The Goddess of Beauty stood beside him, looking at him like this, blinked, and tried her best to act coquettish.
"Xiu, it's my fault."
I shouldn't have lied to you.
"You shouldn't have made up the story about twins."
"Shouldn't have..."
I shouldn't have touched you while you were asleep.
Wuma Xiu's eyelids twitched when he heard the last sentence.
"What? You actually touched me inappropriately while I was sleeping? Was what happened this morning on purpose?"
The Goddess of Beauty cried out in her heart, "This is bad!"
He confessed to everything except this. Now he's let it slip, he's finished.
It took the Goddess of Beauty more than an hour of coaxing and pleading before Wuma Xiu's expression went from icy to stiff, and then from stiff to relaxed.
Of course, it only loosened up a little bit.
It got dark.
The Goddess of Beauty shamelessly followed Wuma Xiu to the Rich People's Home Residential Complex.
Before entering the house, Wuma Xiu looked around. The security guards who had been patrolling around his house were still there, and several small spaceships hovered nearby, their lights flashing.
He walked over and waved to the head of the security team.
"It's alright, I've figured out who he is, he's not dangerous. You can leave now."
The security captain hesitated for a moment. "Mr. Wuma, are you sure?"
"Confirmed." Wuma Xiu nodded. "Thank you for your hard work these past two days."
The security captain gave a final salute and led his men away.
Several small spaceships took off and flew into the distance, quickly disappearing into the night.
Wuma Xiu turned around and pushed open the door to enter the room.
The Goddess of Beauty followed behind him, and just as she stepped across the threshold, she heard the man in front of her speak without turning his head.
I'm hungry.
Wuma Xiu walked to the Sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and pointed towards the kitchen.
"Hurry up and make me something to eat."
Wuma Xiu leaned back on the Sofa, arms crossed, looking at him with an air of entitlement.
Now that the other party has wronged him, he can do whatever he wants with them.
They take care of everything: cooking, washing dishes, and tidying up the house.
Who told this person to lie to him for so long?
The Goddess of Beauty looked at the self-righteous man on the Sofa, smiled, took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves, and walked straight to the kitchen.
What would you like to eat?
"Whatever, as long as it tastes good."
"Good."
The sound of running water could be heard in the kitchen.
Wuma Xiu nestled on the Sofa, listening to the familiar sounds, his eyes closed, and a very slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.
It was quickly suppressed again.
The Goddess of Beauty entered the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and glanced at the remaining ingredients.
I still have half of the leafy greens I bought yesterday, four eggs left, and a piece of unopened beef lying in the freezer.
He rolled up his sleeves and took out the ingredients one by one, washing, chopping, marinating, and stir-frying them...
The water splashed, the knife slammed onto the cutting board, and the oil sizzled in the pan.
Wuma Xiu nestled on the Sofa, legs crossed, hugging a cushion, listening intently to the sounds coming from the kitchen.
He glanced sideways into the kitchen.
The Goddess of Beauty rolled up her shirt sleeves, flicked her wrist, and tossed the beef slices in the pot up and down, making them fly. The sauce looked to be spread very evenly, and a fragrant aroma wafted from the kitchen.
Wuma Xiu withdrew his gaze and stared at the ceiling.
"Did you cook before?"
"Of course not. I am a god, I don't need to eat. Besides, if I wanted to eat, I could just say so, and a whole bunch of food would be brought to me in no time."
"However, even though I don't eat it, I did learn a thing or two. After all, you have to win someone over through their stomach first, right? And this person is quite picky."
"I'm picky about food?"
The Goddess of Beauty flipped the food in the pot.
"Very picky. No cilantro, no scallions. Ginger must be finely chopped but not visible, and garlic must be crushed but not chewable. Beef must be medium-rare, fish must be steamed, soup cannot be too salty, and dishes cannot be too bland."
As Wuma Xiu listened, his expression became somewhat complicated.
He doesn't eat cilantro or scallions; it's a habit he had in his past life. But he himself doesn't even know how to do such delicate work as "chopping ginger into tiny pieces so that they're invisible."
You're lying to me.
"Try this plate of beef you're eating tonight. There's minced ginger in it; if you can pick it out while you're eating, I'll admit defeat."
The Goddess of Beauty served the dishes and placed them on the table.
Wuma Xiu got up from the Sofa, strolled to the dining table, and glanced down at the plate of beef.
Its sauce was glossy and dark brown, the meat slices were thin and even, and it was even sprinkled with a layer of white sesame seeds.
It smells so good, his mouth is watering.
Wuma Xiu picked up his chopsticks, took a piece, and chewed it twice.
To be honest, I couldn't taste any ginger.
After swallowing, his face remained expressionless, but his hand honestly picked up another piece.
The Goddess of Beauty brought out the remaining two dishes and served two bowls of rice, then sat down opposite him. He didn't rush to eat, but kept staring at Wuma Xiu.
Wuma Xiu buried his head in his rice and took a couple of bites. When his chopsticks reached for the plate of beef for the third time, he suddenly stopped. The gaze from across the table was just too intense, so intense that he couldn't ignore it at all.
Why are you looking at me like that?
You're beautiful.
"No matter how beautiful I am, how can I compare to a certain god?"
No, in my eyes, you are prettier and cuter.
In this world, the only person who could make him so willingly admit that someone is better looking than him is probably that other person.
Goddess of Beauty thought about it, she looked at Wuma Xiu, her eyes filled with love.
Wuma Xiu lowered his head, his hands moving a little faster.
It was as if they were trying to ignore the other person by speeding up their eating.
However, one is bound to be obligated to those who accept bribes.
After the meal, Wuma Xiu's awkwardness gradually eased.
He had to admit, the other party was really skilled.
As a straight man who has never been in a relationship, he was completely outmaneuvered.
When Wuma Xiu put down his chopsticks, his belly was already round.
The Goddess of Beauty got up, cleared away the dishes, and took them into the kitchen.
Another hour later, Wuma Xiu went to the bathroom to take a shower.
After washing up, he dried his hair, put on his pajamas, and came out the door.
The living room lights were still on.
As they arrived, the Goddess of Beauty happened to be looking over.
Wuma Xiu had just finished showering; his hair was still wet, the neckline of his pajamas was a little loose, and his cheeks were flushed from the steam.
The Goddess of Beauty looked for two seconds, then stood up.
Your hair wasn't dry.
"Too lazy to wipe it."
The Goddess of Beauty stood up, went into the bathroom, took a dry towel, walked up to Wuma Xiu, put the towel over his head, and began to rub his head with both hands through the towel.
Actually, if he used Divine Power, it would only take a second.
This is a serious matter; how can this kind of thing possibly strengthen a relationship?
Wuma Xiu was jolted by the kneading and instinctively tried to dodge.
"I can do it myself."
"Sit still and don't move."
"I'm not a child."
Under the towel, Wuma Xiu pursed his lips, but didn't struggle anymore.
The Goddess of Beauty gently rubbed his hair through the towel, slowly absorbing the moisture. After a while, he took the towel off, looked at it, and was satisfied.
"Alright."
Wuma Xiu, with his hair all messed up, glared at him.
The Goddess of Beauty draped the towel back in the bathroom and came out to find Wuma Xiu already nestled back on the Sofa, hugging a cushion, casually opening the Star Network and flipping through it without glancing to the side.
Let's sleep together tonight.
Upon Goddess of Beauty this, Wuma Xiu jumped up from the Sofa, hugged a cushion to his chest, retreated behind the coffee table, and glared at the other person warily.
"I won't sleep with you. I don't like you, give up on me."
The Goddess of Beauty stood at the other end of the living room, looking at his alarmed expression, and sighed softly.
"What are you thinking? When I say 'sleep,' I just mean sleeping together. You sleep in yours, I'll sleep in mine, with a blanket between us."
His gaze fell on Wuma Xiu's face.
"Could it be... that you really have feelings for me, which is why you're afraid to sleep with me?"
Wuma Xiu's face flushed red instantly.
How is that possible?
"Then let's sleep together for one night."
Wuma Xiu opened his mouth, only to find himself being held captive.
What's this called?
Taking a step forward is not an option, nor is taking a step back.
If he refuses, it would be tantamount to admitting that he has something to hide, and that he has inappropriate feelings for the man who has been deceiving him all this time.
But what if I agree and the other party takes advantage of me?
Wuma Xiu stood there hugging a cushion, his mind racing.
But after going around in circles, he found that he couldn't find a decent reason to refuse.
Because he genuinely wasn't interested in this person.
Right?
Right?
Wuma Xiu is unaware that he has fallen into a predicament similar to the self-proving trap.
"Then it's tonight only."
The Goddess of Beauty curved her lips into a smile.
"OK."
Wuma Xiu had actually considered whether the Goddess of Beauty would make a move on him tonight.
His conclusion was no.
Although this person had deceived him the whole way, he hadn't actually done anything outrageous to him from beginning to end.
Ultimately, this person always kept a certain distance from him.
Besides, is Wuma Xiu, a grown man, really going to be gay because of her?
This thought remained firmly in his mind even as he lay on the other person's bed.
After the lights went out, he realized how wrong he had been.
The two were on one bed, their breaths mingling in the darkness, their body heat slowly spreading over each other, and something seemed completely out of their control.
Young people are full of vigor and vitality.
It was a slip-up, and things escalated into a dangerous situation.
The next day.
Wuma Xiu stared blankly at the ceiling.
The blanket covered her from her legs to her chin, and clothes were scattered on the floor beside her.
He lay flat on his back, motionless.
The other half of the bed was already empty.
Wuma Xiu closed his eyes, and those scenes from last night flooded his mind uncontrollably. He turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and cursed under his breath.
It's over.
He, Wuma Xiu, a man who used to be completely straight and had absolutely no interest in men, is now actually not straight anymore.
He lay face down on the pillow, motionless for a long time.
Then they heard footsteps nearby, stopping at the bedroom door.
The door was gently pushed open.
The Goddess of Beauty stood in the doorway, wearing a floral apron and holding a spatula. She smiled as she looked at Wuma Xiu lying on the bed.
"Woke up?"
Breakfast is ready, come down and eat.
Seeing that Wuma Xiu didn't move, the Goddess of Beauty walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed, causing the mattress to sink a little. She reached out and pulled down the pillow that Wuma Xiu was using to cover his face, revealing a pair of resentful eyes.
"Regret it?"
Wuma Xiu glared at him, and after holding it in for a long time, he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.
"... You did this on purpose."
The Goddess of Beauty looked at him, and he lowered his head and touched Wuma Xiu's forehead.
"Yes, after all, if I don't hurry, it'll be too difficult later. And I asked you last night, and you agreed. So get up and eat now. If you don't get up, then we can continue."
Wuma Xiu's eyes widened suddenly.
Continue?
He knew better than anyone what this person meant by "continue."
The images from last night flooded back, and his ears burned. He shrank further under the covers.
The Goddess of Beauty smiled slightly as she looked at him.
Wuma Xiu lingered in the blankets for a while longer, then slowly, like a snail, began to move from the bed.
The blanket slipped down, revealing her shoulders, arms, and waist...
He glanced down at himself, then quickly pulled the blanket back over himself.
Last night's clothes are all on the floor.
It was shattered beyond recognition.
He gritted his teeth, stretched a hand out from under the covers, and pointed towards the wardrobe next to him.
"Get me some clothes."
The Goddess of Beauty stood in front of the wardrobe, her gaze sweeping over each of the clothes, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curved into a smile.
These are all his clothes.
The thought of the other person wearing his clothes sent a shiver down his spine. He reached out, grabbed a plain white undershirt from the shelf, and tossed it to the person on the bed.
"Wear this."
Wuma Xiu stretched a hand out from under the covers, took the clothes, and shook them out to take a look.
Then he froze.
This garment doesn't belong to him.
The off-white was a pale gray, very simple and clean, exactly the same as the one someone was wearing.
By the way, this room belongs to the other party.
The clothes naturally belonged to the other person.
Why aren't you wearing it anymore?
Seeing that the other person hadn't moved for a long time, sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze while clutching his clothes, the Goddess of Beauty asked a question.
He wondered to himself, could it be that the other person disliked his clothes?
Wuma Xiu snapped out of his daze, swept away the jumbled thoughts in his mind, and quickly put on the clothes.
He got out of bed, put his feet on the floor, and stood up.
There's a saying that goes: Life is like rape; since you can't resist it, you might as well enjoy it.
Anyway, things have come to this point, and there's no way to salvage them.
They're already asleep; it's not like I can just pull up my pants and run away without a trace, is it?
The opponent is a god now; even if he tries to run, he can't outrun him.
Since we can't turn the page, let's just keep turning it as it is.
Wuma Xiu lifted his foot and walked towards the door; his stomach was empty and he wanted to eat something.
As he passed by the Goddess of Beauty, he believed he was not looking at her at all.
But the Goddess of Beauty's voice drifted over from the side and said:
"Looks like you're accepting it quite well, and you're not as much of a straight man as you thought."
Wuma Xiu paused, turned his head, and glared at the other person.
"I've always been straight."
"Hmm. So what are you now?"
Wuma Xiu was speechless.
What is he now?
Before yesterday, he could confidently say he was straight, but after last night, that answer became less certain.
If he insists he's straight, how does he explain That Matter happened last night?
I couldn't resist after just a little teasing.
If I admit now that I'm not straight, wouldn't that be like going along with what the other person said, like admitting that I have feelings for them?
Unexpectedly, just one night later, he found himself in a dilemma again.
After thinking for a long time, Wuma Xiu finally chose the smartest approach.
No answer.
He turned around, opened the bedroom door, and strode out.
The footsteps were extremely heavy.
The Goddess of Beauty tidied the bed, folded the blankets, and flattened the pillows.
Only then did he slowly stroll out the door and walk towards the living room.
Since he'd already slept with her, he didn't believe she could run away.
And so life went on.
Wuma Xiu had initially thought that things would become somewhat awkward between the two of them after that night.
But in reality, it seems that only he himself was embarrassed.
His life seemed to have been completely invaded by the other person.
The Goddess of Beauty cooks when she needs to cook, cleans when she needs to clean, and will replace the cold water in his cup with warm water when he's engrossed in his game, and will also...
Wuma Xiu grew increasingly accustomed to the other person's company.
Habits become second nature.
One day, the Goddess of Beauty went out and didn't come back for an hour. She actually sat on the Sofa, staring blankly at the game screen for ten minutes without playing a single level.
Wuma Xiu stared at the grayed-out "[You have been defeated]" message on the screen and suddenly realized something.
The other person seems to have become a part of his life.
Later, the Goddess of Beauty returned, carrying several bags in her hands.
Besides some green vegetables, there were also several new clothes.
"I'll fix it, and I'll compensate you." He placed the bag on the coffee table.
Wuma Xiu looked at the bag, then at him.
Wuma Xiu pulled the bag over, took out his clothes, shook them out, and put them on.
The size is just right.
He looked down at himself, then looked up at the Goddess of Beauty before him.
Did you take my measurements?
"Um."
"When?"
"While you're asleep."
Wuma Xiu gritted his teeth and decided not to argue with him.
As the days went by, one by one, the games on Wuma Xiu's project plan were crossed out.
The Goddess of Beauty didn't really care about his gaming, except when he played for six hours straight, she would bring him a glass of water, place it in front of him, and then sit down next to him.
At times like this, Wuma Xiu usually can't last more than 3 minutes before he takes off his helmet, gulps down some saliva, and gets up to stretch.
Later, he even started going out on his own initiative.
Once a week, with the Goddess of Beauty.
Sometimes they would go shopping at the nearby mall, sometimes they would take a walk in the park, and sometimes they would just take a small spaceship for a ride around the perimeter of the neighborhood.
During their walk, Wuma Xiu would occasionally glance at the person beside him.
The other person's face is unrealistically beautiful.
Wuma Xiu felt that he might actually have developed feelings for this person.
END.