You Don't Know How to Kiss?

Wen Nan thought it over carefully again. It seemed that ever since that night at Ice and Fire Dual Heaven, he hadn't seen Little Chili again.

How had he offended this "Little Fire Dragon"?

Remembering how Little Chili had angrily demanded to know why he hadn't replied to her messages the last time they met, Wen Nan jolted and hurriedly opened his message interface through the system.

He opened his chat with Little Chili, and a string of messages popped up one after another.

[Little Chili: Who's that short-haired girl who's so tiny and skinny?! Why did you look so close to her?!]

[Little Chili: And that older sister next to her had cold air coming off her whole body. I could tell right away we didn't get along, but you were still so close to her!]

[Little Chili: Have you fallen for someone else?! And you're two-timing me, too!]

[Little Chili: I'm still pursuing you! How could you do this!]

[Little Chili: I'm so mad!]

[Little Chili: But that kiss last night... was... pretty intense...]

[Little Chili: [Holding hands].jpg]

[Little Chili: No! Why are you so experienced?!]

[Little Chili: That was my first kiss!]

[Little Chili: You have to take responsibility! I'm declaring that we're together, whether you like it or not.]

[Little Chili: Did you hear me?]

[Little Chili: Why are you ignoring me?]

[Little Chili: I'm still mad. Aren't you going to come and make it up to me?]

[Little Chili: Fine, you're ignoring me, huh? Then starting now, I won't talk to you for the next three days.]

[Little Chili: ...]

[Little Chili: Seriously? I ignore you, and you really don't reply for a whole day and night?]

[Little Chili: If you keep ignoring me, I'm coming to your school to find you!]

[Little Chili: Voice call. Canceled]

[Little Chili: Voice call. Canceled]

[Little Chili: I'm downstairs at your dorm! Hurry up and come down!]

[Little Chili: You big dummy! Get down here!]

[Little Chili: Voice call. Canceled]

[Little Chili: It's so cold outside your dorm. I've been waiting forever.]

[Little Chili: Voice call. Canceled]

[Little Chili: You big dummy, if you don't reply soon, you're dead.]

The last message had been sent a day ago.

Uh.

Wen Nan felt a little headache coming on.

Wait, did the chat system between players and characters not show message notifications automatically unless you opened it from the system menu?

He hadn't ignored her on purpose. He'd just been busy with the main and side quests these past two days and had forgotten to check the character chat system.

But trying to explain now seemed a little too late.

In truth, Wen Nan didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't exactly tell her that he'd spent the last two days busy wiping "Little Chalk," could he?

Besides, even if he wanted to explain, she probably wouldn't listen, judging by the way she was charging at him...

Still, he had to try to soothe her.

With that thought, Wen Nan raised a hand. "Listen, I—"

—BOOM!

He'd barely begun when she rushed up and sank her teeth into his arm. Orange flames poured from between her lips and spread over his entire arm.

In an instant, his arm burned like a torch.

[∑(;°Д°)]

[c( O.O )]

[(⊙_◎)]

[Huh?]

[We're cooked]

[He got hit]

[By what? Samadhi True Fire?]

[What the hell is Samadhi True Fire?]

[Little Chili's a fire-type female ghost. Once she locks onto a target and attacks, they can't escape.]

[But when they met on the school field last time, didn't he dodge successfully?]

[Last time, the streamer kissed her before she could lock onto him, so she failed to lock on and the attack was neutralized. Then Aunt Mei, a high-level female ghost, came to help him out. Her attributes countered Little Chili's, so he escaped by the skin of his teeth. This time, I'm afraid it won't be that simple.]

[He can't dodge this time?]

[Will the streamer turn into charcoal-grilled pig's trotters?]

[Worse. The pain in this game is reproduced at one hundred percent. With Jiu Cilang's arm burning right now, the pain is no different from sticking your hand straight into The Furnace in real life.]

[If he starts crying out or groaning in pain, or if his resolve wavers and he starts feeling afraid or begging for mercy, Little Chili will turn into a ghost.]

[When Little Chili turns into a ghost, she's even more terrifying than the flame demon from Hell. With the streamer's level-one body, he's done for.]

[And if she turns into a ghost, his progress with her probably won't hold. The longer she stays transformed, the faster his progress drops. This is the final mission. If her progress falls below 60%, the streamer won't be able to come back from it. The trial will be a failure.]

[What can he do?]

[There's only one way: don't let her transform.]

[But she's furious right now. The slightest provocation could make her transform.]

[Look at the streamer's arm. It's practically cooked through. No normal person could endure that kind of pain.]

[If the streamer shows even the slightest sign of fear or hesitation, it's over.]

[Guess that's it, then.]

But the scene the chat expected—Wen Nan screaming in agony—never happened.

Wen Nan glanced at his arm, roasted crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, but his face showed no sign of distress. It was as if the arm didn't even belong to him.

After a pause, he even smiled at Little Chili, then held his blazing arm out toward her. "Had a bite? Satisfied? Why are you acting like a kitten, biting people whenever you get upset?"

[?]

[??]

[∑(O_O;)]

[Wait, what? Why isn't the streamer reacting?]

[His arm's burned like that, and he can still flirt?]

[An iron hand without feeling?!]

[That makes no sense.]

[Could his armor be maxed out?]

[He's only a level-one weakling. Maxed-out armor won't help. That fire would still hurt enough to make you cry for your mommy.]

[Exactly. Forget level one—even if he used Flower's Tear to raise his armor stat to 300, he'd still feel the pain.]

[Then why? Is the big shot... incapable of feeling pain?]

[Are his pain receptors damaged?]

Wen Nan could feel pain, but he could endure it.

He could endure pain so well because he was used to it, just as he was used to living peacefully like an ordinary person in a world teeming with monsters and demons.

Why could he endure pain so well?

Because he'd once experienced the greatest pain a man could suffer—

It happened in his second year at Peach Blossom Mental Hospital. He fell in love with a girl.

She was the first person to enter his world and understand it. They'd been drawn to each other from the moment they met, and they never ran out of things to talk about.

Soon, they fell in love. Before long, they reached the final step. They were about to hit a home run when Wen Nan had an accident—

He discovered that his true form was a white dragon.

As everyone knew, dragons had two.

He told his girlfriend and politely asked if they could use both at once. His girlfriend was troubled because it was her first time, and she was afraid it would hurt.

But that was no problem for Wen Nan.

Wen Nan was a ruthless man. That very night, he called his best friend, Water Monkey, and asked him to help solve the problem.

Water Monkey was a good friend. He drew his knife and swiftly cut one off for Wen Nan.

It hurt. It hurt so much. It hurt like hell.

But afterward, Wen Nan and his girlfriend spent a night together that they'd remember for the rest of their lives. He thought the pain had been worth it.

But, to his utter surprise, there was a side effect—

From then on, Wen Nan would suffer phantom pain every few days.

The pain had followed him for years, making him thick-skinned and very good at enduring it.

Of course, being able to endure pain wasn't enough to make him smile while watching his arm burn to a crisp.

There was another reason he could stay so calm—

He'd only just gotten out of Lin Xuemei's bed. His whole body had been frozen like a block of ice, so the fire on his hand didn't hurt as much as it looked. If anything, it felt rather warm.

Seeing how calm Wen Nan was, Little Chili looked a little confused.

She'd never seen anyone smile after being burned by her fire.

After a moment, she remembered that she was still angry, puffed out her cheeks again, and glared at him. "Why didn't you reply to my—Mmph?!"

He'd barely started when Wen Nan stepped in close and kissed her hard on the lips.

Her scorching lips gradually cooled under Wen Nan's kiss.

The blazing flames surrounding her went out without her noticing, and even the fire on Wen Nan's arm disappeared.

Only after he felt her stop struggling did Wen Nan finally release her lips.

Only then could Little Chili catch her breath. She drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly, her cheeks bright red with embarrassment—though the flush was hard to see against her dark skin.

With her eyes lowered, she muttered, "You kissed me for so long. Were you trying to suffocate me?"

Wen Nan laughed. Wrapping an arm around her slim, firm waist, he asked, "You don't know how to kiss? Breathe through your nose, silly."

Little Chili remembered her earlier question about why he was so experienced, and her expression turned cold again.

Seeing that, Wen Nan asked, "What's wrong? Are you mad again?"

Little Chili pouted and didn't answer.

Wen Nan stared at her. "If you won't tell me, I'm going to kiss you."

Little Chili hurriedly raised a hand and pinched his lips between her fingers. "Don't!"

After thinking it over, she said, "Did you see the messages I sent you?"

With his mouth pinched shut, Wen Nan mumbled an "Mm."

Little Chili went on, "You kissed me, so you have to take responsibility and be my boyfriend. Got it?"

Wen Nan moved her hand aside and pretended to think it over. Then he said, "It's not that I'm against being your boyfriend."

Little Chili had pursued Ye Jiu for so long, but he'd never been willing to give in. She hadn't expected him to agree now.

Delighted, she gazed at him with shining eyes and a wide smile. "Really?!"

Wen Nan thought it over again, then said, "Call me Daddy, and I'll say yes."