I Have Nothing but Myself. Do You Want Me, Brother?

Song Mingzhou looked up at him, his fair, rosy complexion flushing even more. "Mm... It's a different kind of relationship. I only act like this with you, Brother."

Playing the part of an innocent, well-behaved troubled youth came naturally to him.

It seemed the person inhabiting this body was quite the actor too. Every movement and expression was perfectly measured.

Any more would seem fawning; any less would feel fake.

Duan Xun found himself increasingly interested in this unexpected person who had fallen into his arms. Last night's experience had also been excellent, shattering the fixed impressions he had held for the past twenty-six years.

Their gazes met.

Seeing no displeasure in the man's eyes, Song Mingzhou knew:

He had won the bet!

System, system, Little 7, he's interested in me. I can choose the second mission route and have him keep me! That'll make my mission easier to complete!

527 was skeptical. Wouldn't that make it harder? Are you sure you're not using the mission for personal gain?

How could I be? Am I that kind of person? I'm just short on money.

527 wiped away tears. I saw through you last night. You are that kind of person. You were overcome by lust at the sight of him—you're just craving his body. You're shameless.

Song Mingzhou was amused by the little matchstick figure. Yes, I'm shameless.

So.

He wanted the man before him to keep him even more. The mission was one reason; the other was that he had taken a liking to this man.

Hearing his wild thoughts, which did not match his obedient appearance in the slightest, Duan Xun felt pleased. Even his tone softened. "Like this? What exactly are you like with me?"

He bent down, bracing his arms on either side of the disheveled young man and caging him against the headboard.

Song Mingzhou lightly pursed his lips, hands propped at his sides. Cool aloofness and shyness appeared on his face at once, while his voice turned beguiling. "I offended you last night, Brother. I... I actually..."

"Need money?"

How did he know I was going to use that excuse? Then I'll just go along with it.

"Mm." Song Mingzhou made a muffled sound, then added, "Can you help me, Brother?"

Duan Xun hooked a finger beneath his chin and gently lifted it, looking down at his rosy lips. "If you ask me for help, you'll have to pay an equal price. Can you afford it?"

Song Mingzhou parted his lips and asked along with his words, "What price?"

"What do you have?"

What did he have?

Song Mingzhou looked at him steadily with clear, cool eyes. "I have nothing. I only have myself. Do you want me, Brother?"

Pfft.

Duan Xun leisurely released him. "I do."

Hm? That went so smoothly? Isn't he going to ask what my motives are? I had it all planned out—why isn't he asking?

Did he not understand what I meant? Don't tell me he's just going to lend me money?

Should I hint at it again?

While Song Mingzhou was still struggling with this, Duan Xun had already walked several steps away. He adjusted his shirt collar and said, "Someone will contact you in a few days. Oh, right. If you want to find me, call me."

At the end.

He turned around, his eyes suddenly deep as ink. "I don't like disobedient velvet rabbits, and I don't like my private life being exposed. Understand?"

Song Mingzhou nodded. "I understand."

Looks like he understood what I meant. Tsk. Good in bed, smart, and rich. I'm satisfied.

With that, Duan Xun prepared to leave.

He had gone too hard last night and gotten up late this morning. He still had an important endorsement shoot today.

"Wait."

Song Mingzhou anxiously threw back the covers. "Brother, you haven't told me your number yet."

"I already wrote it down."

"??"

527, who had howled all night, reminded him in a hoarse, melodramatic voice: On... the shirt, cough, on the shirt, cough cough.

Song Mingzhou was moved again.

What a good system. It might not share prosperity with him, but it could share hardship.

After the bedroom door closed, Song Mingzhou laboriously got out of bed. One hand supported him against the wall while the other held his tailbone as he slowly shuffled toward the dressing room.

He picked up a brand-new white shirt. Sure enough, a string of numbers had been written inside the collar.

Tsk.

A little flirtatious, too.

Right, Little 7, I successfully chose the second mission route, didn't I? I wasn't paying attention before. Tell me about the main character setup.

He had transmigrated into a novel.

He was a villain.

What was more, he was a brainless villain who could not have the male lead, was crazily jealous of the male lead's love interest, and constantly courted death by stirring up trouble. He had to play a flat, one-dimensional foolishly evil character, adding flavor to the protagonists' play.

And Duan Xun...

He's a tragic villain who would climb mountains of blades and plunge into seas of fire for the male lead's love interest. In contrast to you, he's a complex, multifaceted, fully rounded character. Although his methods are cruel and vicious, he's a real person with flesh and blood whom people can sympathize with.

Song Mingzhou was deeply dissatisfied. There was even a hierarchy among villains?

527 answered proudly. Of course.

527 continued without pause:

The first mission route was easier, but it's been rejected now. If you choose the second one, your main mission is to use Duan Xun's name to throw your weight around and act tyrannically. Of course, you'll also have to deal with Duan Xun.

Don't forget, Duan Xun is the sort of character who is utterly devoted to the male lead's love interest. He loves Shen Qing deeply, while you constantly make things difficult for Shen Qing and cause trouble for him. So Duan Xun will soon torture you brutally. Your ending will be miserable.

At this point, 527 silently lit a candle for this innocent young master.

Duan Xun, who had not gone far outside the door, heard every word clearly.

He was a villain?

Inside the room.

After Song Mingzhou got dressed, he noticed a silver-white cane by the dressing room entrance. A note was stuck to it: Lean on it. It's not embarrassing.

"..."

Song Mingzhou's face darkened. He tore off the note, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it into the trash.

Did he need a cane?

When he reached the door.

Song Mingzhou's legs trembled so badly that he could barely stand, and he could not help reflecting on life. Sometimes, there was no need to be so stubbornly strong. The world was vast—there would always be someone stronger.

For example, the cane in front of him was his strength!

Song Mingzhou nodded firmly, leaned on the cane, and shuffled toward the bathroom.

Right, Little 7, how many missions do I have to complete in total?? What's the soonest I can finish? Check it.

It was not that he was diligent.

It was just that if he did not complete the missions, he could not go back.

His family's actual billion-dollar fortune was still waiting for him to inherit. He did not want to be trapped in some idiotic novel as cannon fodder.

527 flipped through the plot. According to the mission targets assigned by higher-ups, you need to correct a total of 100 plot segments related to the original owner of this body.

Other than that, it's none of my business if the rest of the plot changes, right?

Theoretically, yes. The host only needs to complete the 100 plot points related to the original owner. Generally, they won't have much impact on the main plot, so there's no need to worry.

Oh. I'm not worried.

It would be better if such an idiotic plot was affected. He had a case of red-eye—he could not stand seeing idiots being all lovey-dovey.

After washing up, Song Mingzhou hobbled out with the cane. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a tall figure walking toward him, wearing a baseball cap.