The eldest brother type male lead who does not like eating, age 27.

Host, Host...

Are you summoning spirits?

Jiu Si was being harassed by the system nonstop and nearly felt like tearing it apart.

Wah... last night I was suddenly locked in a dark room. My poor little heart was severely traumatized, sob sob sob...

Host, Host, you slept with your mission target again.

And this time you were not even drunk.

So what happened to never getting involved with the mission target?

What happened to professional integrity? Hmph.

How did it feel?

Jiu Si grinned. It sounded really nice when he was gasping.

The system: ...

I asked how your body felt, not how you enjoyed it. You are filthy!

Ji Jiu struggled to open her eyes. The room was dim and yellowish, and she could not tell whether it was noon or afternoon.

But Xie Yu was nowhere to be seen.

Could he have run off again?

Xie Yu? He is in the kitchen making you some porridge, hehe~

No sooner had the system spoken than very light footsteps sounded outside the door. Ji Jiu turned over and saw Xie Yu.

He seemed not to have expected her to wake on her own. He hurried over. "Awake?"

There was not the slightest hint of awkwardness or embarrassment on his face. His pupils had already returned to their normal state, yet his gaze was deeper than at any other time before.

"Are you all right?" He bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

The coquettish side in Ji Jiu surged up. She stretched out a foot to step on his leg and complained in a sweet, spoiled voice, "My waist hurts, I’m thirsty, and I’m hungry."

Xie Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at her fair little foot. Without a word, he poured her a cup of warm water, sat by the bedside and let her lean against him, massaging her waist while feeding her water.

He was so obedient and considerate that Ji Jiu could not resist teasing him.

"Mr. Xie, you slept with me. How do you plan to take responsibility?"

Xie Yu’s hand paused. He looked at Ji Jiu deeply, then suddenly set the cup aside and turned to pin her back onto the bed.

"Huh?"

"Last night doesn’t count." For some reason, there was a trace of grievance and anger in his voice. "Again."

"What... mmph. Mm-mmph..."

Because the system detected that the plot was about to turn explicit, it had forcibly gone offline.

The system, which had just been let out for less than a few hours before being locked up again: I have a thing to say...

Fine, "again" indeed. In truth, he seemed to want "countless more times"!

In the end, Ji Jiu could not stand it anymore and kicked him straight off the bed before he finally stopped.

By then, she was too tired even to complain of hunger. She turned over and fell into a dead sleep.

At last, a real smile surfaced in Xie Yu’s eyes. He kissed her cheek with tender affection, then got up and left the bedroom.

When she woke again, it was already night.

Her physical exhaustion had eased, but soreness and hunger rushed in to take its place.

Where is Xie Yu?

The system said aggrievedly, Host, can’t you show a little love for me after forcing me into the dark room again and again?

Look at me!

Look at your poor son, locked away in the dark and forced to recite the core socialist values all night long.

Be good. After a few more times, you’ll get used to it.

The system: Damn it! What kind of heartless beastly talk is that? You are inhuman, sob sob sob...

Xie Yu, who had just reached the door, darkened at once. "Get used to what?"

Ji Jiu glanced sideways. He had changed into light-colored loungewear, looking refreshed and bright-eyed, with a faint curve at the corner of his mouth betraying his good mood.

"Did sleeping turn you silly?" He walked over and lightly tapped the tip of her nose. "Get up and eat."

His natural ease and familiarity were worlds apart from the way he would blush even when holding her hand. It was as though, overnight, he had undergone some profound evolution.

Did a man become this different once he had tasted meat?

Ji Jiu threw back the blanket and sat up, putting on her most exaggerated act. "I can't walk."

Xie Yu chuckled softly. "Come here, I’ll carry you."

Ji Jiu was carried to brush her teeth, then carried to the dining table, where she watched him bring out two dishes, a soup, and two bowls of rice.

"Where’s my porridge?"

"Cough... it burned. Eat this instead."

As for why perfectly good porridge had boiled into a burned mess? Well... he had been too busy to keep an eye on it.