The Top-Dog Male Lead Who Hates Eating (10)

Sijiu, who had originally meant to steal a kiss from that lovely face, felt the space around her wrench and warp. The next instant, she opened her eyes with a jolt on the balcony belonging to Xu Weiwan’s home.

She sprang upright. “What the hell? Why?”

The system whined pitifully: “Be civilized. Be harmonious.”

Sijiu: “…”

The system said, “Actually, it’s like this: when we went over there, it basically counted as sneaking across the border. We could only hide inside Qi Yan’s dream. Just now, what you said and did overstimulated his emotions, so he woke up, and we got bounced back.

“If you want to go over again, we’ll have to wait until he dreams next time.”

Sijiu picked up the crushed can that had rolled to her feet and looked at the beer spilled all over the floor, deep in thought. “So I’m completely passive.”

“Yes. So you might suddenly be dragged over, and then suddenly bounced back.

“But don’t worry, even if you can’t keep going over there every time to do missions, the mission progress won’t break in the middle anymore.

“You just need to make up for the missed times.”

“What was Xu Weiwan’s condition here while I was over there?”

The system stalled, sounding a little guilty. “Well… she just suddenly collapsed… that kind of thing.”

Sijiu raised an eyebrow. “No breathing or heartbeat?”

“...N-no, I don’t think so.”

Well then. Not the least bit surprising. After all, without her presence, Xu Weiwan’s body was already in a dead state. Since she had been “pulled” away by Qi Yan, wasn’t that body just a corpse?

Qi Yan’s condition looked even worse than before.

Sijiu remembered that he suffered from severe insomnia, which meant there was no point expecting him to keep the kind of routine normal people had.

That also meant she had to be ready to be pulled over at any moment.

She decided not to go out for the time being. If she suddenly dropped dead outside, who knew whether, by the time she came back, “Xu Weiwan” would already have been sent to the crematorium.

“Still, when I woke up just now, why did it feel like I saw a figure?”

The system replied, “Host Dad, I was just about to tell you: your neighbor, Mr. Mask, slipped into his own balcony just before you woke up.”

Sijiu turned her head.

The two balconies were extremely close, practically pressed right against each other. Both were semi-open balconies; one casual glance was enough to take everything in, and if someone let one slip, the other balcony would probably hear it loud and clear too.

“Good boy, I don’t have the habit of talking in my sleep, right?”

The system: “...Just now you did.”

Sijiu: “…”

The system kept stabbing deeper: “Just now you said, ‘Be good, sis is coming to pamper you now!’ Your tone was sweet and wicked, with a smile tugging at your lips. It looked especially... sultry.”

“I saw Mr. Mask’s expression turn wonderfully interesting. When I tried to look more closely, he’d already left the balcony.”

“Host Dad, why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Host Dad?”

Sijiu: Heh. I have no f---ing words.

In any case, she had thick skin and a heart that didn’t care much about anything. In no time at all, she forgot that she had just been feeling like life wasn’t worth living and that she might not be able to look the male lead of this plane in the face anymore. She turned around and dove back into her puppy-stroking obsession without the slightest restraint.

For the next two days, Sijiu didn’t dare go out. She was afraid that outside, or in front of some random person, she might suddenly turn into a corpse.

But whether it was day or night, she was no longer dragged over by Qi Yan.

The flow of time in one plane was different from another. She wasn’t sure whether Qi Yan simply hadn’t slept for a long time, or whether the sleeping beauty just hadn’t dreamed.

And the mission here still had no progress at all. She didn’t want to keep loafing around like this.

“Son, if I get dragged over there, can you also keep tabs on what’s happening on this side?”

“I’ll have some awareness of it.”

“Then that’s fine. If I’m in Qi Yan’s place and something urgent happens here, like someone discovers Xu Weiwan and wants to send her to the hospital or the crematorium, tell me immediately.

“I’ll find a way to break out of Qi Yan’s dream quickly and come back here to save the day.”

The system said, “Dreams are controlled by the dreamer himself. You can only exist inside his dream; you are not in his reality. If he doesn’t wake up, how are you supposed to leave on your own?”

“Civilized and harmonious, all right?”

The system: “I surrender.”

And somehow, it was starting to look forward to that. Heh heh heh.