Tu Shan Honghong opened her arms and pulled Chi Musheng into her embrace, locking her tightly with her arms and inhaling the comforting woody fragrance.

"Wait, everyone, this is against the rules! I only sell my art, not my body!" Chi Musheng cried out in terror, trying to break free from the soft embrace, as the situation had spiraled out of control.

He only provided emotional value according to the contract; it didn't say he would provide physical services.

"Shut up, understand?" Tu Shan Honghong's cool, girlish voice echoed in Chi Musheng's ears.

It's like an order you can't refuse; even if you know there's a dead end ahead, making it hard to choose, you can't escape it.

"big"

Before Chi Musheng could finish speaking, Tu Shan Honghong grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed.

"hiss"

Chi Musheng, who was lying underneath, felt like his whole body was about to fall apart. The difference in physical strength between humans and demons was too great. Even if the other party just used a little more force unintentionally, it was enough to injure him.

"I know you hate me, don't you? You came to save me and Rongrong, but I misunderstood you." As she spoke, tears welled up in Tu Shan Hong's eyes and dripped onto Chi Musheng's face.

Gazing at that delicate face, tears streaming down her face, weeping and in pain, for some reason, even Chi Musheng's hardened heart couldn't help but twitch.

"No, I've never hated you," Chi Musheng said, wiping away the tears from Tu Shan Hong's red eyes.

However, this unintentional moment seemed to touch a chord deep within Tu Shan Hong Hong's heart.

Tu Shan Honghong broke down in tears, her tears soaking Chi Musheng's collar.

"Little Taoist priest, I didn't mean to, no, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Chi Musheng really wanted to say that he was not some Taoist priest, and that the other person had mistaken him for someone else.

But seeing Tu Shan Honghong's surging tears, what could he say? He learned to remain silent, which was the best comfort he could find.

Gradually, Tu Shan Honghong seemed to have cried herself to sleep, and quietly fell asleep while holding Chi Musheng.

The girl's body twitching from time to time indicates that the lingering shadow is still recurring in her dreams.

"Little Taoist priest, I'm sorry."

Tu Shan Honghong lay on Chi Musheng's chest, muttering the same phrase over and over again, her saliva mixed with wine, falling onto him like glistening silver threads.

"Do I really look like him?" Chi Musheng asked doubtfully, touching the human skin mask on her face.

This wasn't the first time Tu Shan Hong Hong had mistaken him for the little Taoist priest she was talking about.

The human skin mask was custom-made based on his bone structure. Although the appearance may change, it will essentially continue his bone structure. If you look at them together, you will still find many similarities.

"well"

Chi Musheng sighed helplessly. He was held tightly in Tu Shan Honghong's arms. Although it was very comfortable, he was an artist who would sell his body!

Moreover, as a professional simp, he absolutely cannot have any thoughts about the client's body, but he is, after all, a man. It's hard for him not to have impure thoughts when he's in bed with a fox-eared girl and she's holding him!

A knock sounded on the door.

Chi Musheng tensed up as he looked at the unlocked door. Who would be looking for Tu Shan Honghong so late?

"Sister, are you asleep?" Tu Shan Ya Ya called from outside the door.

My sister went to bed early today. Should I disturb her?

"I think it's okay to go in and take a look," Tu Shan Ya Ya thought to herself. As she pushed open the door, she saw Tu Shan Hong Hong wrapped in a blanket, with only her head sticking out.

"Sister, it's been so long since you've slept with Ya Ya," Tu Shan Ya Ya whispered as she slowly walked to the bedside.

Her older sister used to sleep with her, but now she always tells her to leave. Did she do something to upset her sister?

Upon hearing this, Chi Musheng, who was curled up in bed, didn't dare to breathe and could only pray in her heart.

Tu Shan Ya Ya, retreat, retreat, retreat! Demons and monsters, leave quickly! Demons and monsters, leave quickly!

If Tu Shan Ya Ya finds out that I'm in her sister's bed, I'll definitely be hunted down to the ends of the earth.

"Sister, tomorrow is the matchmaker's test. Ya Ya will definitely pass this time, right?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya rubbed against the blanket, as if seeking comfort.

"Go ahead, go ahead my ass!" Chi Musheng wished he could jump out of bed. It was too uncomfortable; he couldn't go forward or backward.

After enduring an unknown amount of torment, Tu Shan Ya Ya finally poured out her heart in one breath, then turned and left in disappointment and confusion.

My sister is clearly awake, but she just won't talk to me. Why?

"Phew," Chi Musheng breathed a long sigh of relief. Today's service was exceptionally dangerous; the risks and rewards were disproportionate.

I must get Tu Shan Hong Hong to give him a raise next month.

No, Tu Shan Ya Ya is gone, but he's still in Tu Shan Hong Hong's arms. The danger hasn't been resolved.

“............”

"..............."

After a fruitless night of struggle, Chi Musheng resigned himself to his fate and fell asleep in Tu Shan Honghong's arms. Since he couldn't resist, he might as well wait to die.

The next morning, Chi Musheng's biological clock made him wake up at five o'clock sharp. When he opened his eyes, it was just getting light outside the window. Tu Shan Honghong had also changed her position. She was no longer tightly locked on him, but only had one leg sticking out on his stomach.

The excitement was so intense so early in the morning that Chi Musheng suppressed his excitement and slowly moved Tu Shan Honghong's legs away before jumping off the bed and running away.

If we don't run now, we don't know if Tu Shan Hong Hong will be able to run when she wakes up, but she will definitely be able to fly.

Walking along the streets of Tushan in the early morning, there was only one steamed bun shop open for business. Wisps of steam rose from the steamer, and the enticing aroma drifted in the air with the steam.

"Boss, a basket of steamed buns, please!" Chi Musheng called out from a small table outside the shop.

"They're here."

A middle-aged man came out of the house, took out a basket of steamed buns, placed them on the table, and said warmly.

"I knew it was you, Xiao Sheng, just by hearing your voice."

"Uncle Ze, at this time, it can only be me. Who else gets up at five o'clock?" Chi Musheng chuckled and stuffed a hot bun into his mouth.

Uncle Ze brought over a bowl of porridge and handed it to Chi Musheng. "How's it going? Any progress in pursuing Miss Tushan lately?"

Three years ago, when Chi Musheng first came to Tushan, he was so hungry that his legs went weak. He happened to collapse in front of his shop, and the man gave him a basket of steamed buns and a bowl of porridge. From then on, the gears of fate began to turn.

Every morning at five o'clock, Chi Musheng would come to his place for breakfast and use his kitchen to make breakfast.

He also treated Chi Musheng as his own child. There were very few humans on Tushan Mountain; most of them were demons. He now had his own kind and was no longer alone.

"No, what progress could there be?" Chi Musheng replied dismissively.

He's just a professional simp. Even if Tu Shan Rongrong didn't like him, it would be impossible for them to be together; they're from completely different worlds.

How much money do you need to make to be considered successful? A million, I guess. With a million, you can go home.