Fu Songcheng picked up his teacup and took a sip, his expression unmoved.
Though he didn’t hate Lin Feng and Chen Yu, he truly had no goodwill toward these two.
Coincidentally, Lin Feng opposite him held exactly the same view.
The two groups sat on either side, ignoring each other, awkwardly staring each other down.
Chen Yu was relatively outgoing and smooth by nature. Not wanting to let relations completely freeze over, he picked up Chen Ke’s thread, chatting on and off, doing his best to cooperate with Chen Ke in livening the atmosphere, keeping the scene from going entirely cold.
In the gap while Chen Yu and Chen Ke chatted, Chen Ke casually turned, his gaze quickly meeting Fu Songcheng’s.
The next second, Chen Ke’s voice came again through the encrypted frequency in Fu Songcheng’s mind.
[Mr. Fu, regarding the specific method of leaving the instance—that is, the special skill of the girl Bai Mu—Lin Feng and Chen Yu are completely unaware.]
Chen Ke’s voice sounded very serious in his mind.
[They only need to know the mission is to protect the newcomers through the instance; they don’t need to know the truth behind it. This is also to avoid complications. Please be sure to keep it confidential—the fewer people who know, the better.]
Fu Songcheng showed nothing on his face, even lowering his head to fiddle with the teacup lid, yet immediately responded: [Understood.]
If not to leave the instance, why would Lin Feng and Chen Yu agree to Dawn’s mission?
What other chips did Dawn hold?
Just then, Chen Ke checked his watch and turned to address everyone present: “There are seventeen hours until the next forced instance load. Considering Mr. Fu and Mr. Yu just came out of a high-intensity instance and need time to rest and adjust, you’re all free to act for the remaining time. Fifteen hours from now, please be sure to return to the Dawn base on time—we’ll load the next instance uniformly from here.”
Hearing they could disperse, Yu Huaiting didn’t want to stay here a single second longer.
He stood up directly and grabbed Fu Songcheng’s wrist.
“Let’s go.”
Fu Songcheng rose following his pull, gave Chen Ke a slight nod, and didn’t spare Lin Feng or Chen Yu a single glance.
The two returned to their shared personal rest room.
The moment they got back, Yu Huaiting collapsed onto the wide sofa and very naturally pulled Fu Songcheng down to sit, resting his head on Fu Songcheng’s lap.
Fu Songcheng looked down at Yu Huaiting with his eyes closed, resting, his fingers gently threading through the somewhat messy hair.
“Do you want to go back to the real world?”
Fu Songcheng’s voice was soft, yet clear.
But Yu Huaiting only buried his face deeper into Fu Songcheng’s lap and gave a very flat “Mm.”
“That flat?” Fu Songcheng was a little surprised.
Yu Huaiting finally opened his eyes. He turned over, looking up at Fu Songcheng.
“Isn’t it pretty good here?” Yu Huaiting’s voice was lazy. He reached out, caught Fu Songcheng’s hand that was rubbing his hair, and gave it a light bite by the mouth.
“Gege.” He called in a low voice.
Fu Songcheng didn’t lower his head, only answering from his throat: “Hm?”
Yu Huaiting didn’t speak again—he showed his intent through action instead.
His fingers, originally resting at Fu Songcheng’s waist, moved slightly, slowly slipping in along the edge of the shirt hem.
His warm palm pressed against Fu Songcheng’s waist and abdomen.
Fu Songcheng’s breath hitched for half a second. He lowered his head, brows slightly furrowed, and caught Yu Huaiting’s misbehaving wrist with one hand.
“Stop it. There’s still a mission.”
Yu Huaiting didn’t take this warning to heart at all.
He turned the tables, wrenching free of Fu Songcheng’s grip, his fingertip pressing down hard.
Fu Songcheng’s body tensed uncontrollably, his ears visibly reddening.
Through the fabric of the combat trousers, Yu Huaiting clearly felt Fu Songcheng’s reaction. Yu Huaiting was lying right on Fu Songcheng’s lap—of course he sensed it perfectly.
Yu Huaiting burst out laughing, the sound carrying undisguised smugness and roguishness.
“Such a big reaction.”
Before the words faded, Yu Huaiting sat up.
Effortlessly, he scooped the person up into his arms.
Suddenly lifted off the ground, Fu Songcheng threw his arms around Yu Huaiting’s neck. He glared at Yu Huaiting, his gaze carrying a warning, but he didn’t struggle.
“I need to claim a little benefit for myself before entering the instance.” Yu Huaiting declared with perfect justification.
He carried Fu Songcheng in long strides toward the bedroom.
A dull thud shut out all the light and reason together.
Four hours later.
The sound of trickling water came from the bathroom of Fu Songcheng’s rest room.
Steam fogged the glass door, blurring the scene inside.
Fu Songcheng leaned against the edge of the bathtub, without the strength to lift even a finger.
Yu Huaiting, by contrast, was full of energy. He crouched by the tub, looking at Fu Songcheng’s weary brows and eyes, a rare trace of guilt rising in his heart.
He really had gone a bit too hard just now—by the end, Fu Songcheng didn’t even have the strength to curse him.
Yu Huaiting opened the system shop and exchanged for a 500-point [High-Grade Recovery Potion]. This kind of potion was usually used by players to save their lives in instances; few would be so extravagant as to use it in the rest area to recover stamina.
White light flashed, and the potion appeared in Yu Huaiting’s hand.
He twisted off the cap and brought it to Fu Songcheng’s lips.
“Songcheng-gege, I was wrong~” Yu Huaiting coaxed softly.
Fu Songcheng half-lidded his eyes, too lazy to hold a grudge, and drank the potion from his hand.
His strength recovered, he opened his eyes and looked at Yu Huaiting, who was diligently massaging his waist and cleaning his body. He irritably raised a leg and kicked Yu Huaiting’s shoulder. “You bastard.”
The force wasn’t much, but in the water-filled bathtub it splashed a great spray.
Yu Huaiting caught his wet ankle.
His originally clear gaze turned dark again.
He leaned in and pressed over.
“You’re insane…” Fu Songcheng’s protest was blocked between their lips and teeth.
The water churned violently.
The bathroom temperature climbed once more; the sound of water covered the fragmented gasps.
The fifteen-hour rest time passed in a flash.
Source Star.
The viewers squatting in the livestream room couldn’t see anything once they left Dawn.
[Why isn’t it being shown? So hard to guess.]
[Are Blue Star people that honorable? Willing to help Dawn out of dedication?]
[Dunno. Do they even have that high a moral sense?]
[If they could show the exciting bedroom content of the rest area, I’d forgive the biased officials for a minute.]
Quan Heng looked at the bullet comments and felt something was off too.
Fu Songcheng wasn’t a naive sweetheart.
Dawn and Fu Songcheng must have reached some kind of deal.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t pull the data—under the oversight of Shen Ning’s team, he could no longer modify or query Fu Songcheng’s and Yu Huaiting’s player data.
Death Party being able to connect to Blue Star also meant respecting the most basic human rights.
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