Nan Zhou let out a sharp laugh. "He's my lover. I don't want him falling for anyone else. Is there a problem with that? You, on the other hand-"
He paused there. "You didn't even have the confidence to choose him, but now you're confident enough to come spouting bullshit in my face without even wiping your own ass!"
The real-world Nan Zhou didn't fly into a rage at his verbal attack. Instead, he smiled and suggested, "Then why not let me try? Let me live in your body for another three days..."
"You couldn't get anywhere with Lu Zhou in three years, and you expect to get somewhere with my darling in three days? If you ask me, you had a great hand like my life and still lost spectacularly. Even a passing auntie couldn't help complimenting you on how much you suck. You really do suck."
Nan Zhou dragged over the chair the real-world Nan Zhou had just occupied and plopped down. "He won't fall for you, and I won't let you near him. I'd advise you to eat a few more dishes when you drink. Then you wouldn't get this drunk."
"You're done with your bullshit. Now tell me how to get back."
The room fell silent for a few seconds. Then the real-world Nan Zhou began to laugh.
"I told you earlier. Everyone who can enter this room died in their own world. You died three years ago, on the day of that car accident."
Nan Zhou's gaze sharpened, but he said nothing.
"I don't know what the system was thinking either. It swapped our souls, putting each of us in the other's body. It told me about winning him over but gave you no hints at all. Yet you were the one who won in