Yanchuan turned his face away, but he did not reject the man’s embrace. The warmth of his breath brushed against his earlobe, causing his cheeks to flush slightly as he said, “I’m going to sleep.”
“I’m so sleepy…” Yanchuan murmured, burying his face in his palms, feigning an appearance of fatigue.
The man responded with a simple “Alright.”
Yanchuan breathed a sigh of relief and urged the man to turn off the light and go to sleep.
After the lights were extinguished, the bedroom was engulfed in darkness. Yanchuan was held close, staring at the pitch-black ceiling for a while.
If this man was truly his legitimate husband from the “Apartment No. 13,” how was he supposed to play the role of a ‘wife’ who did not cheat and was not fickle?
Without a script to guide him, Yanchuan found himself at a loss.
He furrowed his brows, searching his memories for similar scenarios. However, after staring at the ceiling for quite some time, he still couldn’t recall anything.
His memories were fragmented; since entering this escape variety show, he had merely played the character assigned to him by the script, blindly following the tasks given—he truly lacked knowledge in this area.
Cooking? Yanchuan frowned slightly. But he didn’t know how to cook either; the meals he attempted in the script had always looked unappetizing. It was a stretch to say they could foster any feelings—eating them without any mishap would be a victory in itself.
Moreover, the man had asked him what he wanted to eat, indicating that he would assume the role of the cook here.
The information the man provided also stated that he did not need to work, which meant Yanchuan could not play the act of “staying at home waiting for my husband to return” like he did in the script. Instead, he needed to spend the entire day interacting with the man.
At this thought, Yanchuan’s back stiffened.
How long would it take him to leave this place?
***
The next day.
When Yanchuan woke up, the man was already out of bed. The curtains in the bedroom were pulled open, allowing him to see the outside landscape, and he immediately furrowed his brows.
—There was nothing outside.
It was as if this apartment existed in a void, defying all logic; outside the window lay a vast expanse that resembled clouds.
Yet the man seemed unfazed, turning to him with a smile, commenting that the weather was quite nice.
Yanchuan stared at the emptiness outside: …
He casually agreed that it was nice.
After that, the man went to change his clothes, and Yanchuan picked out a loose short-sleeved top from the wardrobe.
While changing, Yanchuan pondered whether the man was lying to deceive him or trying to test him.
He forced a smile.
Either the man’s perception of reality was perfectly normal, and he was the only one who couldn’t see or leave the outside world, or this was an elaborate ruse.
His activities were confined to this apartment, and the only person he could interact with was his “husband.”
This assumption solidified Yanchuan’s belief that the man was indeed the same negligent husband from his apartment script.
Although the identity assigned to him by the escape variety show was odd, the script still had its logic. Even as punishment… it wouldn’t be random—it had given him a new script strikingly similar yet different from the previous one.
Moreover, during the roulette game, he had encountered many NPCs from the apartment script, so it wouldn’t be surprising if this old husband made a reappearance.
As soon as Yanchuan finished changing, he heard the man’s voice calling him.
Regaining his composer, he raised his voice to respond.
A simple breakfast was laid out on the table.
The man was evidently skilled at cooking, quickly serving up two portions and even warming a cup of milk for Yanchuan.
“Thank you,” Yanchuan murmured softly, feeling the warmth of the cup against his fingers.
The man raised an eyebrow and smiled at Yanchuan.
It became evident that Yanchuan’s “husband” was indeed living his own version of “married life.”
He was familiar with everything about Yanchuan, knowing his likes and dislikes, and had prepared everything for him, spending the entire day glued to Yanchuan’s side.
It felt as if he were indulging in what was often described in bullet screens, like having a “wife addiction,” eager to hold him for twenty-four hours without letting go.
Yanchuan felt his earlobes heat up throughout the day.
The man mentioned he didn’t need to work, leaving Yanchuan with no reason to push him out to explore the apartment for himself.
After breakfast, the man stuck to Yanchuan, watching television with him in the living room.
While they said they were watching TV, it was more like the man was babbling sweet nothings in Yanchuan’s ear, their lips brushing past his earlobes from time to time.
Yanchuan was certain it was intentional.
However, watching TV was a normal activity; it was just that the man’s intentions were overtly clear.
Yanchuan said he had to wait until his mouth healed before they could kiss, and so he patiently waited, eyes wide open.
Yanchuan felt his face heat up under the man’s gaze and turned away, pretending not to notice.
Still, he couldn’t help but lightly touch his lower lip with his fingertip, feeling a slight tenderness lingering there.
【What kind of person shares a beautiful married life with my wife (frowning)?】
【I despise this strange variety show that turned Yanbao into a gentle ‘wife’ who isn’t mine…】
【I’m crying, I’m really crying. I admit I’ve been affected. Everyone in the live stream can treat Yanbao this way, but I can do nothing. Now I’m lying on my bed pulling my hair, tossing and turning unable to sleep, wondering why only I can’t have a wife, waah.】
【Get stuffed, bad man. Can’t you see my wife’s lips are all red? And you still want to kiss her?】
Yet Yanchuan did have one gain.
While looking for things, the man found a black phone under the coffee table and casually asked Yanchuan how he had ended up putting it there.
Looking at the somewhat familiar black phone, Yanchuan’s heart raced, and he whispered back, “I forgot.”
The man handed the phone to him.
As soon as Yanchuan received the phone, he confirmed it once and for all.
The punishment script assigned to him by the escape variety show was indeed a recreating of scenes, allowing him to meet NPCs from the script once again.