Direct and Frank

After finishing the video call with Tong Muxue, Yimo was still staring absentmindedly at Tong Muxue's QQ profile picture.

Yimo had once thought he would probably never get a girlfriend in this life.

He could just play games at home and let his unsatisfying life drift by.

But the appearance of the Death Game had unexpectedly made Yimo start taking life seriously.

And Tong Muxue had given Yimo an even stronger dose of encouragement, making him work harder at living.

It was as if, in his aimless life, he had seen a ray of light guiding him onward.

They had only chatted for a little while and had a short video call, yet Yimo felt that the fatigue and tension he had brought back from the Death Game had completely vanished.

He could even play two more rounds of the Death Game without a problem.

Of course.

He'd relaxed, but not entirely.

Yimo rolled over on the bed and shook his head. "Tong Muxue... she's got me completely wrapped around her finger..."

Yimo's body was still burning hot, and his head was spinning. He wanted to relieve himself.

At that moment, he was wavering.

Should he take care of it?

Or not?

After all, he had a girlfriend. Even if he couldn't see her, that didn't mean he had to take care of it himself, right?

Just as Yimo was hesitating, the door to his room suddenly opened, startling him.

It was Shi Xinglan, who wheeled herself straight in without a word.

Her expression no longer had that serene look from before. Instead, she looked a bit like she had in the Death Game, giving him a dead-fish stare and sounding a little annoyed. "Hey, you're a grown man, so what are you dithering about?"

"Are you going to take