Mu Wan hadn’t expected Kuang Ye to come back at that exact moment. Since she was usually the only one staying there, both bathrooms were hers to use. After finishing her yoga session, she’d conveniently used the one on the first floor.

“I’m going upstairs to change…” She felt the heat spread across her face, her toes curling with embarrassment. Just as she turned to retreat upstairs, a strong pair of arms encircled her slender waist, pulling her into a firm embrace.

The man licked the water droplet that had just trickled down her neck, his voice low and sultry.
“Jie, it’s been three days. Can I stop sleeping on the couch now?”

Mu Wan gasped in shock, clutching the edge of her towel tightly in panic. Before she could reject him, soft kisses trailed down from her neck, leaving her legs weak.

“Jie~” Kuang Ye’s voice grew stickier and more pleading. His arms around her waist tightened as if he wanted to fuse her into his very bones.

Through the reflection in the bathroom’s glass door, Mu Wan caught a glimpse of Kuang Ye behind her. His expression was enraptured, as if savoring the finest nectar. His eyes were tinged with red, veins faintly visible at his temples, as though he was exerting tremendous restraint.

A tidal wave of embarrassment exploded in Mu Wan’s heart.

She stomped her foot onto Kuang Ye’s, her voice a mix of shame and fury.
“Don’t drink someone else’s bathwater!”

With that, she clutched her towel—which barely reached her thighs—and fled upstairs, her entire body flushed with mortification, slamming the door shut behind her.

Kuang Ye: “…”

Unbuttoning his damp shirt, he ran his tongue over his lips, a hint of frustration flashing in his eyes.
I was flirting. How did that turn into drinking bathwater?

Still, he thought, Wan Wan is way too easily embarrassed. But she’s so cute like this!

—

When Mu Wan finally came back downstairs, she had changed into a light, chiffon loungewear set. She cast Kuang Ye a sidelong glare and warned him, “I haven’t fully forgiven you for what happened last time. You were doing so well holding back before—keep holding back.”

Kuang Ye opened the meal box he’d brought back from the training base, handing her a pair of chopsticks as he put on a pitiful expression.
“Jie, it’s autumn now. The couch is really cold at night.”

Mu Wan responded with unwavering indifference.
“If it’s cold, add more blankets. Or turn on the heater.”

Kuang Ye looked aggrieved. “Alright, fine.”

Mu Wan: “…”
Keep pretending. As if you were not the one acting like a beast erlier.

—

After dinner, the two of them lounged on the sofa as Mu Wan recounted what had happened at the hospital that day.

“I honestly didn’t expect O Lan and O Ruo to be siblings. O Lan uses his real name for streaming—I always thought it was just a screen name.”

Kuang Ye played with Mu Wan’s fingers absentmindedly. “So, the person you wanted to help before… was O Lan?”

Mu Wan had previously glossed over her rebirth and simply told Kuang Ye she’d learned some troubling information related to O Ruo’s younger brother and wasn’t sure whether to warn her. She nodded and then teased him, “The ‘Wild God’ sure has a lot of enemies in the esports scene. I heard half the pro players in HW were online today—I got over a dozen friend requests from accounts with team tags.”

Kuang Ye shrugged. “Because of the Kuang family, I rarely show up in public. When they finally find a weakness, of course they’ll take the chance to bully me.”

Professional esports players are mostly young. For example, Xu Yijin from ST would be considered a “rookie” with only two years in the workforce in any other field, but in esports, he’s already considered “old Master.” Most players are in their playful, rowdy phase. Kuang Ye’s history of clashing with everyone in group chats didn’t help, and that’s what caused Mu Wan to endure this unexpected trouble.

Thinking of this, Kuang Ye suddenly gritted his teeth. “Wan wan, want to take revenge?”

Mu Wan blinked. “??”

That night, Kuang Ye began hopping between the live streams of various pro players. As soon as they started matchmaking, he and Mu Wan queued at the same time. Since their hidden ratings were both high, they often ended up in the same game.

And then, Kuang Ye led Mu Wan on a rampage, mercilessly wiping out their opponents, returning the humiliation of the afternoon blow-for-blow. This sparked a flurry of complaints from the pros in their group chat:

[Someone stop him! I’m streaming! Getting demolished on live TV—does my dignity mean nothing?]
[Doesn’t he need to train or something?]
[Doesn’t he have to spend time with his girlfriend?]

Kuang Ye: [I finished training. I am spending time with my girlfriend. Thanks for asking.]

[…]
[A wild dog is on the loose. Where are my sunglasses?]

—

After playing games all day, Mu Wan’s hands ached. She rubbed her wrists and asked sincerely, “Do your hands even hold up with how much you pro players game every day?”

“They don’t,” Kuang Ye replied bluntly. “Every year, countless players retire due to hand injuries. Many give it their all but can’t even stay on stage for more than a year.”

Mu Wan immediately grabbed his hand, concern written all over her face. “Your hands are okay, right?”

Kuang Ye’s eyes flickered, and he casually withdrew his hand. “I’m fine. ST has professional therapists, and I get checked every month.”

Thinking back to his previous life, where he remained a pro until his death, Mu Wan didn’t press further. Stretching her stiff neck, she yawned. “Alright, I’m heading to bed.”

Kuang Ye tugged at the hem of her clothes and started whining again. “Jie, can’t we sleep together? I promise I won’t do anything.”

Recalling how this man had been utterly overcome by desire earlier, Mu Wan didn’t believe him one bit. After all, last time, he’d frustrated her so much that she’d secretly googled treatments for erectile dysfunction. She decided it was time he learned his lesson.

Smiling sweetly, she replied, “Nope~” Then, with a toss of her hair, she strutted back to her room and, very deliberately, locked the door behind her.

Kuang Ye: “…”

He craved a feast, especially after tasting just a sip of the broth. ^[1]For those innocent reader who might not get what this mean, Kuang Ye is not talking about food, he is talking about Mu Wan, after tasting the sweetness of those fiery kisses and intimate touches with … Continue reading