At ten that night, after showering and finishing a video call with his mother, Jun Wangchen lay down and read the messages in the Strongest Chat Group in History, grinning like a fool.
King Qin Guang: Great immortals, I've fallen for a girl. She says she likes literary men. Do you have any poetic lines that would also let her know I want to pursue her?
Zhu Bajie: Little sister, come ride your big brother.
Feng Bo: I hear you have a socket. If you don't mind, may I plug myself in?
Matchmaker God: I'm a practical man. I believe love comes with prolonged banging.
Wu Gang: If you love a pair of shoes, wear them out. If you love someone, say nothing and give her all she can take.
Clairvoyant Ear: I only need to get lucky twice: once when I meet you, and once when I go all the way.
Li Bai: I fell for you late, but you're the only one I'll bang for the rest of my life.
King Qin Guang: Can you please be normal? I'm trying to woo her, not scare her away.
Anonymous member: Why insist on all this literary stuff? Just tell her straight! That's how I landed my husband. He's a very upright man, though. Right now, I'm teasing and stroking him in bed.
Guess what happened next? Haha, I gave it a flick. I wonder if it hurt too much!
Zhu Bajie: Holy shit!
Feng Bo: Holy shit!
Matchmaker God: Holy shit!
"What a genius!" Reading the anonymous member's messages, Jun Wangchen covered his eyes with one hand. He couldn't bear to look.
Sure enough, women were only for producing offspring. True love was between men.
Remembering how much King Qin Guang had helped him, Jun Wangchen clicked on