Widower if route (03)

He's not even as good as Bill.

This was the first thought that popped into Xue Ci.

He looked up and found that Fu Chengsi was also looking at him.

He still wore that same expression, looking down on everyone—his brows slightly furrowed, his cold, critical gaze sweeping across the room.

Xue Ci couldn't help but follow the other person's gaze.

Pants?

leg?

What exactly is it that I'm not satisfied with?

Xue Ci thought for a long time, and then pulled her leg back.

He remembered that when he first entered this world, he was met with cold words from the other party, simply because he had accidentally stuck his foot out.

Xue Ci rarely came into contact with such selfish upper-class elites, and felt that she could never become friends with this type of person.

Not only is he sharp-tongued, but he also always acts superior.

Xue Ci huddled in the corner, hugging her knees.

Even with only half his face showing and his eyes still half-closed in sleep, he was still as beautiful as a dazzling gem.

Her fair and slender wrists were exposed, and she looked like an insecure little rabbit, curled up in the corner.

Fu Chengsi withdrew his gaze and then looked around.

He had never been to this room before, yet he seemed so familiar with its layout.

A few days ago, he was locked up here and watched helplessly as this pretty, delicate young boy next to him was made to cry by a blond, blue-eyed man.

Now, he's the one who's putting in the effort.

With his gaze falling on the mirror, Fu Chengsi quickly identified a blind spot in the room.

If you hold Xue Ci against the wall in the corner of the same wall as the mirror, you won't be watched by others having sex.

Just then, the loudspeaker came on.

[Welcome to the room where you can't leave without doing XX.]

[Please listen carefully to the rules below.]

The familiar voice reached her ears, and Xue Ci's body temperature rose little by little.

When he heard his own name, he almost wished he could make Fu Chengsi deaf.

[Please have the player named "Xue Ci" complete this task with the help of another player--]

Xue Ci didn't want to hear what was said next.

The broadcast stopped, and the room fell silent again.

It was eerily quiet; there wasn't even the slightest movement or breathing sound.

What is Fu Chengsi doing?

Xue Ci, suppressing her embarrassment, finally looked up at the man.

Sure enough, the person who hadn't spoken was just staring at him.

Fu Chengsi's gaze was hard to describe.

It wasn't the kind of expression that looked like she wanted to devour someone; after all, they disliked each other, and she certainly didn't have any romantic feelings for him.

But it still carries a sense of aggression.

Xue Ci was annoyed—why had she ended up locked in this kind of room with Fu Chengsi?

He would rather be a stranger.

It's okay to hate yourself like Bill does.

It's better than a man who likes to verbally provoke him.

There was a knock at the door.

Fu Chengsi was the first to break the silence, his tone even better than usual.

Xue Ci out of her daze and gave a belated "Oh," saying, "The food must have been brought in."

After he finished speaking, he realized he shouldn't have said those words, as it revealed that he had been there before.

Xue Ci glanced guiltily at Fu Chengsi, but thankfully the other party did not raise any suspicion.

It seems she doesn't have the energy to deal with him.

Normally, they would have started questioning them long ago.

He would be questioned by Fu Chengsi whenever he went outside the castle for a short time in the evening. Fu Chengsi would ask him where he had been, who he had met, why his lips were so red, and who had given him the food.

Xue Ci used to kindly share some cake with him, but after being asked repeatedly, she only gave it to the remaining two players.

This further strained their relationship.

Which one do you want?

What...

Xue Ci looked up and realized that Fu Chengsi had already brought the food over from the doorway.

Two servings of rice, one chicken cutlet, and one beef.

Xue Ci reached out her hand. "I want the chicken cutlet."

Fu Chengsi actually gave it to him as he wished, and didn't oppose him.

The room still had tables and chairs, which seemed to have been specially set up for them to sit and eat.

Xue Ci got up from the carpet. He was wearing pajamas, a loose-fitting top and shorts. His overall attire was very light and thin, and the clothes were so transparent that you could vaguely see what was underneath.

In short, Fu Chengsi saw clearly both the pink and white ones.

Xue Ci was still focused on eating.

Of course, he wasn't as focused as he appeared on the surface.

He's plotting something bad.

The Fragment didn't appear often in this world, but the last time he returned to the broken castle from this dilapidated place, the Fragment spoke up right afterward.

Xue Ci heard him cursing the group of men through gritted teeth.

In short, the few Fragment that hadn't been fully recovered from the Virus Fragment betrayed them, rewrote the program, and created this "room where you can't leave without doing XX," forcibly pulling him in.

As for who the other person is, it's just one random one among the Fragment.

That's incredibly perverted.

Xue Ci slowly ate her chicken cutlet, only then realizing something—was Fu Chengsi also Fragment?

But... I was so mean to him.

I really liked the previous Fragment.

Xue Ci glanced at the man, who was still indulging in his germaphobia, wiping the table with a tissue.

It was still that same sour face.

Asking for help will likely only result in being met with ridicule and sarcasm.

Fortunately, the Fragment left him with a sleeping potion.

I heard the medicine is so potent it can knock down a cow.

The mission must be completed, but Xue Ci certainly won't embarrass herself in front of someone like that.

But before the person becomes intoxicated, you need to find a way to get them to lie down in bed.

Xue Ci had a good appetite this time and ate more than half of the meal.

Fu Chengsi, on the other hand, didn't touch a single bite.

I suspect he's paranoid and thinks the food isn't clean.

Xue Ci, feigning a show of true friendship forged in adversity, took the initiative to ask, "Why aren't you eating?"

Fu Chengsi glanced at him.

Staring at that harsh gaze, Xue Ci forced a smile and put on a well-behaved act, "The food was fine, I ate a lot."

"Not hungry," Fu Chengsi replied casually, then added, "My stamina is fine."

Xue Ci didn't realize what the other person meant by "physical strength" and tilted her head in confusion.

Without further ado, he was about to start doing something bad.

"Why don't you go to bed and rest for a while?"

Xue Ci's lies were obvious; she avoided eye contact, her cheeks would involuntarily flush, and she would fidget with her fingers twisting her clothes.

Fu Chengsi narrowed his eyes and began to scrutinize.

Feeling guilty under her gaze, Xue Ci jumped off the chair and took the initiative to make amends.

He walked up to Fu Chengsi, his cheek close to hers. "Your eyes are bloodshot, did you not sleep well last night?"

Fu Chengsi smelled the fragrance on the other person, sweet and delicate, mixed with the tranquil floral scent of shower gel.

He tensed up uncomfortably. "Why are you suddenly concerned about me? Is it to get out of this room?"

"..."

Having her thoughts exposed, Xue Ci shook her head guiltily. "I don't need your help, I just think you need to rest."

After saying that, she pointed to Fu Chengsi's eyes and said, "You seem to have developed dark circles under your eyes. Do you want to rest for a while?"

Fu Chengsi's expression froze.

This pretentious man, who is always critical of his own appearance and even more so of others', will definitely lose face if someone he cares about points out his flaws.

Why would Song Xueci suddenly come over and try to befriend him, even her tone was so soft?

Do you want to ask him for help?

If he's nice, he might be able to help.

However, the environment here is indeed not very suitable for doing those things.

Fu Chengsi disliked being watched, so he walked to the mirror and touched the wall.

Not rough.

It shouldn't break the skin when it bumps into you.

"?"

Xue Ci didn't understand what Fu Chengsi was doing. He ignored the other's seemingly mentally unstable behavior and urged him to rest.

Finally, after being persuaded, Fu Chengsi agreed to lie down.

Xue Ci thought it was outrageous.

Making someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder sleep in an unfamiliar bed.

He suspected that Fu Chengsi was simply tired.

Regardless of why Fu Chengsi was so obedient, Xue Ci took advantage of the moment when he closed his eyes and immediately drugged him into unconsciousness.

"Fu Chengsi?"

Xue Ci tentatively called out a few times, and only after confirming that Fu Chengsi was completely unconscious did she carefully climb onto the bed.

Half an hour had passed, and he didn't dawdle any longer. Despite his eyelashes trembling with embarrassment, he steeled himself and went to the bed.

Fu Chengsi was particular about his clothes; his shirts and trousers were made of expensive materials, and the wrinkles were ironed out neatly.

The belt feels cold and is difficult to undo.

Xue Ci's fingers were rubbed raw and red.

He complained while keeping an eye on whether Fu Chengsi had woken up.

The man's eyes were closed, and his face wasn't as unpleasant as usual when he was peacefully asleep.

Xue Ci watched for a while, then suddenly didn't want to continue.

He's doing something very bad right now.

Xue Ci was indeed forced to do something similar, but it was for the sake of the plot.

Now, if he continues like this, he will truly become a coercive villain.

Even if Fu Chengsi is annoying, he shouldn't have done that.

Xue Ci it.

Perhaps, if we talk to them nicely, it might be possible to help.

Even if I don't help, I can just accept the consequences.

Yes, you shouldn't do bad things.

Xue Ci unbuckling the belt, intending to let the other person restore it.

Then take the initiative to admit your mistake.

He'd accept it even if the other party hit him.

But the next second, Fu Chengsi's suit trousers underwent a significant change in height.

This is...

Xue Ci froze, and soon, a hoarse, gritting voice came from the bedside—

"What are you doing?!"

Xue Ci slowly raised her eyes, only to meet Fu Chengsi's gaze.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, whether from anger or from being weighed down by the weight of the body, it was hard to tell; veins bulged on his neck and forehead, and even his breathing was much heavier.

Xue Ci by him, her voice trembling, "W-how did you wake up?"

Realizing he was unable to move, Fu Chengsi quickly guessed what had happened. He sneered, a smirk playing on his lips, and said mockingly, "You drugged me?"

Xue Ci: "I... I..."

After stammering for a long time, he could only manage to utter a few words.

"Very good, Song Xueci, you are very capable." Fu Chengsi hadn't expected that the other party's initiative to show concern was all premeditated.

Even if you drug him until he's unconscious, he still won't willingly ask for your help?

She could easily slump over Bill, crying and whining, calling him "husband," but she couldn't even bring herself to offer him a word of help.

He was just a tool.

Fu Chengsi was so jealous he was about to go crazy, but unfortunately, he couldn't move his body.

If he could move, he guessed he would just grab this person and force himself on him.

"How could you do such a thing?"

"Yeah, her husband's dead, she's probably already thinking about her next one."

"You got slapped in the face by that blond guy when you went out at night, and you also deliberately seduce Lu Min and the others. Aren't you smug about seeing these men become like dogs after you've hooked them up?"

"You want to turn me into a dog who only licks your boots?"

Fu Chengsi said coldly, "Do whatever you want."

Even if I get all wet from grinding, I will never become your dog.

Author's Note:

Easy to install.

I bet you'll be out before I even get to you. [Clown]