“I’m doomed, I’m doomed, little assistant, he heard me. Have I broken my character? Am I going to fail my mission?”
“Don’t worry, host. I haven’t received any failure notification yet.”
Only then did Song Jinshi breathe a sigh of relief.
He hurriedly explained, “No, no, I’m not getting a divorce. I can’t get a divorce; I love my husband the most.”
He originally thought the man would be happy to hear this, but unexpectedly, the man’s face sank.
When He Zhou heard Song Jinshi say he didn’t like Wei Xun and wanted to get a divorce, his mood brightened instantly.
But before he could enjoy the moment, Song Jinshi followed up with how much he loved Wei Xun, which undeniably dragged his mood back down into the depths.
“Eh.”
He Zhou silently pushed Song Jinshi away from his arms.
Without even looking at him, he walked into the bathroom.
“Little assistant, he’s so strange. He doesn’t get happy when I say I want a divorce and that I don’t like him; he doesn’t get happy when I say I don’t want a divorce and that I love him. I really don’t understand him.”
When he doesn’t understand, he usually stops trying, and this time was no different; he ignored Wei Xun and the mission, drifting off to sleep.
In the early hours, Song Jinshi was awoken by the heat.
He felt as if an octopus was wrapped around him, radiating warmth.
He was already sensitive to heat and cold; now it was so hot he couldn’t sleep.
Groggily, Song Jinshi opened his eyes and felt the arm resting at his waist. He pushed it aside, lifted the blanket a bit to cool off, and continued to sleep.
But soon he was awoken again by the heat.
This time, Song Jinshi decided to directly wake Wei Xun up. A doting wife is one thing, but not letting him husband sleep is another.
As he turned to slap his face to wake him, he felt something was off.
This face… didn’t seem to belong to his husband…
Song Jinshi strained to identify it, comparing it to the face in his memory and found no similarities at all.
He lowered his raised hand and silently pulled back under the blanket.
At this moment, numerous thoughts of serial killers flooded his mind.
Could it be that he intended to kill himself, quietly sneaking into his bedroom in the middle of the night, only to fall asleep for some reason?
But where was Wei Xun? He clearly remembered him going to take a shower earlier.
Then he fell asleep.
Wait…
Could it be that while he was showering, this serial killer killed Wei Xun, and now wanted to kill himself, but felt too weak, so he decided to wait and gather his strength before making a move?
The more he thought, the more scared he became.
This fear was different from encountering ghosts or monsters in the previous missions.
Because the serial killers he had seen in dramas were all perverts.
Imagining he might die a terrible death sent chills down his spine.
Tears began to fall uncontrollably.
He curled up into a ball, silently crying.
Afraid to make any sound, lest he disturb the man behind him.
“Why are you crying?”
A hoarse, cool voice whispered near his ear.
“Nothing, I’m not crying.”
Song Jinshi struggled to suppress the quiver in his voice, pulling the blanket tightly around himself.
His hands gripped the corners of the blanket tightly.
Of course, He Zhou couldn’t be oblivious to everything.
He Zhou didn’t continue to question Song Jinshi but sat up directly.
His dark eyes fixed on the figure curled up in the darkness.
Like a carnivorous animal spotting a tasty treat, he was ready to pounce at any moment.
The room fell silent for a long while.
No one knew what He Zhou was thinking at that moment.
He reached up and touched his face.
As if remembering he had forgotten to disguise himself.
But Song Jinshi’s reaction had already given everything away.
He had seen through it, hadn’t he? Yet, he didn’t flee; he must have been frightened.
But he didn’t need to continue pretending.
He had seen it, yet the system hadn’t announced his mission failure; perhaps he could play his role as this little fool’s husband after all, couldn’t he?
After a while of maintaining his position, Song Jinshi wanted to shift a little.
But just as he moved, the man beside him pulled him into an embrace.
He was half-forced into the man’s arms and tremulously spoke, “Husband.”
Song Jinshi dared not expose the man’s true identity; afraid he might kill him out of anger, he could only continue pretending he was his husband.
“Mm.”
“Let’s sleep.”
The man said this and fell back asleep on his own.
Even though Song Jinshi was frightened, he couldn’t resist the drowsiness, and by the time he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.
The man had returned to Wei Xun’s appearance.
Song Jinshi still clung to Wei Xun, as if everything that happened the night before had never occurred.
It wasn’t until the program was about to start that they finally separated, prompted by the director.
When the program began, all the guests looked at Song Jinshi with strange expressions.
Song Jinshi didn’t notice their gazes and naturally didn’t realize the multitude of kiss marks on his neck.
Today’s villa was noticeably cooler than yesterday; in the weather of over thirty degrees, the indoor temperature was around ten degrees, giving off an unusual vibe.
As the director spoke, the program began.
— “Waiting to meet a ghost.”
— “It’s the next day, didn’t you notice anything?”
— “I see there’s no ghost; waiting for the production team to get slapped in the face.”
The comments flowed as usual, harsh and critical.
“Last night, there were noises in the hallway.”
Qu Xiang murmured, frowning, as he spoke to the others.
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