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Li Zhikong knew nothing about any of this, so he simply listened with a smile, diligently committing it all to memory first.

"How about it? Seen anyone you like?" Xiao Kai swept his gaze around the hall and asked Lu Yuan with a wicked grin.

Lu Yuan snorted. "Like my ass. They're all mediocre trash."

"That's rather unfair," Zhong Cheng said, clearly disagreeing. He lifted his chin and gestured in one direction. "They may all be wearing masks, but their figures and bearing can't be hidden. Look, do you see that handsome guy with rabbit ears on his head, staring curiously over here? I'd bet he's an absolute rare beauty."

"Well, I'll be damned. Since when did honest old Zhong change his orientation? There are so many pretty girls here, and you're pointing at a guy and calling him a beauty?" Zuo Feiyang was shocked on the spot.

Xiao Kai stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Feiyang, don't interrupt yet. Honest Zhong's right. Take a closer look if you don't believe me. That little rabbit really is tempting."

Zuo Feiyang stared at him for several seconds, unwilling to believe it.

Then he conceded. "Fuck, what's going on? I've always only liked busty girls! Is this rabbit poisonous or something?"

Lu Yuan rolled his eyes. He had had enough of these lousy friends. They never did anything proper all day, yet they were endlessly enthusiastic about crooked schemes. Singing the same tune, playing off each other—did they really think they could fool him like he was some idiot? Their acting was so exaggerated, it was as greasy as if they had drunk a few ounces of sesame oil. It was nauseating to listen to.

Having no patience to indulge their nonsense, Lu Yuan ignored their attempts to stop him. He tugged at the tie around his neck, took a glass of red wine from a passing server, then squeezed behind a row of tall potted plants by the window to find some peace and quiet.

But that peace did not last long.

He finished his wine and had just taken a cigarette from his pocket, bringing it to his lips to light it, when he heard a soft cry of alarm nearby.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry! Sir, are you all right? I really didn't mean to!"

"It's fine. I wasn't careful either..."

"Now isn't the time to apologize. We should think about how to fix this! His clothes are soaked like this—it looks too... too... too improper. He still has to perform onstage later!" A woman's voice abruptly joined in, mixed with a suspicious sound like she was swallowing.

"Ah, this—"

"Don't make things difficult for him. I'll just find somewhere to wipe it off. Could you please bring me some clean tissues, young man?"

"Yes, sir! No problem, sir!"

Lu Yuan frowned. It seemed those people were heading his way.

Author's Note:

Good night, darlings~ Thank you to all the little angels who sent me premium tickets or nourished me with nutrient solution between 2021-08-07 23:58:55 and 2021-08-09 23:55:04~

Thank you to the little angels who threw mines: Xiao Zihuan, molanmofei, 1 each;

Thank you to the little angels who provided nutrient solution: Xiao Zihuan, 130 bottles; YE, 23 bottles; Unrelated Romance, 10 bottles;

Thank you all so much for your support. I'll keep working hard!

Chapter 8

◎No More Pretending—I'm Coming Clean!◎

After the server left, the Succubus's face immediately fell. Her beautiful, wide eyes glistened as she looked at Li Zhikong, and she felt as though her heart were about to shatter.

Damn it, was there anyone in the world more miserable than her?

She really wanted to take out a mirror and check whether she was glowing green all over right now...

Ah! What a pure and lovely boy. One look told her he was a proper man untouched by the filth of the world! Yet she had to watch him hop right into a wolf's jaws—no, "watch" was far too mild. She fucking had to give her beloved a crucial assist herself! What had that dog of a man surnamed Lu done to deserve this!

Li Zhikong had no idea that the female supporting performer he had temporarily recruited was suffering such torment from her conscience that she could defect and turn evil at any moment.

Right now, all he could think about was how to lure that dead scumbag surnamed Lu into bed and squeeze every last bit of value out of him. That was why he should pick someone experienced like this for his first time. Never mind anything else—their technical skills were guaranteed! It was especially suitable for his current situation. The Rabbit Spirit's rut was coming on fiercely. Even with inherited memories as a foundation, he still worried that if he got too carried away, the originally rather lovely process of Dual Cultivation would turn brutal.

Licking the corner of his crimson lips, Li Zhikong rubbed his face and adjusted his expression, then drifted around the potted plants on unsteady feet.

A mocking curve lingered at Lu Yuan's lips as he leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window. His long legs crossed slightly, and the cigarette burning between his fingers gave off a thin blue haze. The mask on his face had long since been pushed up onto the top of his head. His sanpaku eyes lurked in the darkness, glinting with a chilling cold light:

Honestly, if Young Master Lu's danger level in his usual state was a one—meaning he looked like a major villain, but was at least still within the bounds of humanity, and as long as you did not provoke him, he could not be bothered with you... then when he was intensely impatient, things were bad. Even "major villain" was not enough to describe him. Anyone with normal instincts would turn and run the moment they saw him, because the most primal instinct in their body would keep screaming, Run! Run! Mom, I don't want to die yet!

Lu Yuan was quite satisfied with his looks. They spared him countless troubles.

For example, these trashy men and women who had obviously come to "seduce" him—anyone could figure that out with their toes. Lu Yuan could not be bothered to investigate who had sent them. Similar lousy little performances replayed every so often. They never got tired of acting, but he was already sick of watching. They should all just be destroyed, and quickly!

Lu Yuan did not smoke much normally. He only lit one when he was annoyed enough to want to kill someone. In his lousy friends' words, cigarettes worked on Young Master Lu the way incense offerings before Buddha did. Whether Buddha liked them or not was anyone's guess, but they could temporarily soothe the evil ghost of hell and keep him from exploding on the spot, desperate to choose someone to devour.

He yanked off the loosely tied tie around his neck and tossed it aside, then raised his right hand and viciously bit down on the cigarette filter.

A figure flashed past.

So he finally came in?

He lifted his eyelids and looked toward the newcomer.

—Hiss!

Several seconds later, Lu Yuan pulled the cigarette from his mouth. His throat itched; he must have accidentally inhaled some smoke. He held it in for a long time before stopping himself from coughing violently, and his eyes had even reddened with bloodshot veins.