To be fair, Cheng Xuebin has a point.
Sigh, this system is getting more and more useless.
Rong Shang continued speaking to herself, "Last time I accidentally peeked at your system's forum, and it seems like a bunch of accounts on it asked me to dump you and become the system myself?"
They say they are self-sufficient and have plenty of food and clothing.
Most importantly, you won't be held back by others.
"My darling, do you think if I leave this virtual world, I'll have a chance to meet your God and suggest we get rid of this useless system?"
[I…] The system trembled. [Goddess, we've been through thick and thin together for so many days, you should at least remember our past friendship.]
How can you let your owner ruin this system?
"Excuse me," the woman smiled and corrected it, "As far as I know, all the hardships I've faced along the way were caused by you."
Sorry to bother you.
I didn't send the wrong message; at most, I used inappropriate wording.
What a terrible misuse of words.
From a literary perspective, this is called a mismatch between the title and the content.
Okay.
Rong Shang knew that it was something that every world had to do to annoy her.
Not wanting to continue being scolded by her, just then, the system heard a sound outside the door and alerted, "Goddess, someone's here."
The woman slowly dried her hair and replied, "I heard you, you don't need to repeat yourself."
[...] It's really useless.
A few seconds later, the system's voice disappeared.
Rong Shang threw away the bath towel in her hand.
She was already at the door when the knocking came from outside. Click.
The hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
The man's deep gaze swept over her for a moment. "All washed up?"
"Um."
He came in from outside and closed the door behind him.
As soon as Rong Shang entered the house, he followed her around eagerly.
He was going to put his arm around her waist, but as he reached out, a drop of water fell from the end of her hair, wetting the hem of his clothes.
Where's the hair dryer?
Mu Yishang looked up and glanced around her room.
Rong Shang glanced at him indifferently, and was about to say that it was alright, but he had already walked past her and headed straight for the restroom.
A short while later, he brought out a hairdryer and said he would help her dry her hair.
Okay.
Watch as he plugs in the power cord near the sofa.
Rong Shang obediently walked over and sat down next to him.
Soon, the whooshing sound of the hairdryer filled the surroundings.
Rong Shang asked him, "Is your hand bandaged?"
He said it wasn't necessary, it was just a minor injury.
She, however, advised, "Try not to touch the wound when you shower these next couple of days."
Seeing how much he still cared about her minor "injury," Rong Shang smiled.
Of course, only she knows the meaning behind this.
"I'll be fine."
Won't.
No one can hurt her.
Late at night, Mu Yishang stayed at her residence.
He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and it felt warm and cozy.
He couldn't resist burying his face in the crook of her neck and taking a deep sniff.
He exclaimed, "It smells so good!"
"Sheng Sheng, where are you filming tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow." Rong Shang was already a little sleepy at the time, and she could never muster the energy to listen to Mu Yishang when he spoke to her.
After a pause, she answered haltingly, "I'm not filming tomorrow."
"Then what?"
"tomorrow."
"..."
"I'm going to Ningcheng tomorrow to shoot an advertisement."
Ningcheng.
They actually went this far.
I don't know why he asked these questions.
Rong Shang answered, and soon fell asleep.
The alarm clock rang early the next morning.
She rolled over, intending to ask the person next to her to turn off the alarm clock.
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