"W-what is he doing?!"
In the Demon Venerable's bedchamber in the Demon Realm, Ning Ke, who had just woken after sleeping for several days, jolted upright at the sight of a man cuddling a corpse in the water mirror before him.
"I'm dead! And I died horribly! I look terrifying! How can he bring himself to kiss me?!"
Xiao Yuan ventured: [Well... maybe the male lead loves you that deeply?]
Ning Ke had left a strand of his divine sense on the Red Cloud Sword, so he could now see what Lou Yunxiao was doing through the sword's perspective.
He frowned.
"But he's recovered his memories, and his demonic nature should be gone too. Shouldn't he know to keep his feelings under control now?"
"There are so many female supporting characters waiting for him in the future. How can he be so hopelessly hung up on me?"
"When it's time to move on, he should move on. There's no point in doing this!"
[...] Xiao Yuan glanced at Ning Ke, who was hugging his own tail and stroking it furiously, and sighed.
Apparently, his host really could snap out of character whenever he pleased.
Earlier, he had gouged out his eyes, carved out his heart, and given all of himself away.
Yet now he could criticize the grief-stricken male lead without so much as a change in expression.
Xiao Yuan had been wrong about him.
His host was an absolutely first-rate actor!
Xiao Yuan said: [Maybe you need to give him some time to process it.]
Ning Ke fell silent.
Staring at the scene in the water mirror, he picked up a spirit fruit from beside the bed and bit into it viciously.
He muttered, "Then I hope he gets over it soon. There'll be plenty of people lining up