The audience's gazes all turned toward the blacked-out screen.
[Due to a temporary bug in the instance, the system is undergoing emergency repairs. Please wait patiently.]
Not only did it fail to explain whether what they had just seen was an illusion, it-once again!-wouldn't let them keep watching!
Even if it was an illusion or a bug, that was fine! What was wrong with enjoying a little shipping? Would it cost the Instance System a pound of flesh?
Absolutely hateful!
Gritting their teeth, the audience began another day of their routine abuse of the useless Instance System.
Meanwhile, inside the instance.
Che Quan lounged against the dark headboard, casting a sidelong look at Jiang Cong nearby as he heard him ask with a soft chuckle, "Hungry?"
Che Quan licked the corner of his lips but said nothing.
Only after a long silence did he ask, seemingly out of nowhere, "You're not a player in this instance. Why can you appear whenever you want?"
Jiang Cong tilted his head slightly as he looked at him.
With that tilt, his long, moon-silver hair, which had hung straight down, curved softly, catching the gentle moonlight streaming through the window. It was exquisitely beautiful and alluring.
Like this, Jiang Cong seemed harmless and refined.
But Che Quan knew that was nothing like the truth. If he were truly harmless, he couldn't possibly move so freely between instances. It was almost as if-he had created the Instance System himself.
"Give me a kiss of your own accord, and I'll tell you anything."
The silver-haired young man, who had worn an innocent smile all along, suddenly offered his condition in a soft voice.
But how could Che Quan possibly agree?
The corner of his mouth twitched, his gaze cold, and he turned his