When Jian Ruonan finished speaking, Big System nearly crashed from processing too fast.
Big System: [What... is an ATM Slave?]
It sounded strange.
Surely this wasn't another bizarre kind of play?
Jian Ruonan: [Just an utterly ordinary little slave who spends every day thinking about sending me money and constantly begs me to squeeze every last coin out of him!]
Big System: [...]
[Isn't that the Fourth Prince? He's handsome, and he often rewards you with gold, Nan Nan.]
Jian Ruonan: [When has the Fourth Prince ever begged me to spend his money? That's different.]
An ATM Slave was the kind of tormenting little imp who would pester you and refuse to give you a moment's peace if you didn't spend his money.
For a time, a man with that sort of personality had been the white moonlight of her heart.
Big System thought it all sounded terribly complicated.
The world of human emotions was truly too fantastical.
It would just focus on completing its mission and leave the rest to Black Tortoise.
[Nan Nan, last night, Black... Junk System came looking for me again.]
Jian Ruonan: [What did it say?]
Big System: [It said the Fourth Prince has skin hunger syndrome. Touch him once, and you can raise his affection and earn points.]
Jian Ruonan: [?? What?? Just touch him?]
[Seriously?]
Big System: [I don't know either, but judging by his tone, it should be true.]
[Shall we try? It's just a touch, after all. One touch won't cost you anything, and one touch won't get you swindled!]
Jian Ruonan: [Did it say where to touch him? Let's get this straight first: I'm a respectable person. You're the one telling me to touch him!]
Big System: [...It didn't mention that. Let's try his hand first.]
Jian Ruonan: [All right,