Mini World Game Console-Chapter 632 - 633: Kill 800 Enemies and Lose 1000 of Your Own

He couldn't escape after all. Qiao Muyi still demanded an answer from him. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Although Ren Suo hadn't planned to hide from the beginning—or he wouldn't have taken the initiative to visit Qiao Muyi in Lianjiang—to say he had no hope of a stroke of luck would be impossible. Every student who doesn't do their winter vacation homework prepares for a storm, yet they also hope that the teacher won't collect homework, check homework, or only check the part they did.

Ren Suo stiffened all over. His heart thumped wildly, and he even felt adrenaline coursing through him.

When a person is extremely nervous, all their senses become sharper.

Ren Suo could now smell the fragrance of Qiao Muyi's shampoo in her hair, see the pale, sexy collarbone inside her collar, hear a hint of jealousy and grievance in her melodious voice, and feel her hands hugging him, gently sweeping over his spine. One hand was on the back of his neck, poised to snap it at any moment, and the other rested at his tailbone, where a little pressure could leave him paralyzed for life.

...But at the same time, he could also feel Qiao Muyi's delicate, seemingly boneless, and alluring body, her soft and bouncy large bunnies, her slender waist that fit his grip perfectly.

Although Ren Suo was internally panicking, the complex sensations made him hug Qiao Muyi even tighter.

He dared not let a sound escape his throat, like a drowning man in his death throes, fixated on Qiao Muyi's scent.

"...Silence is useless," Qiao Muyi said softly. "Your heartbeat has already told me the answer."

"...I'm sorry." Ren Suo fell silent for a while before he whispered, "This time, I've wronged you."

"If apologies were useful, what would we need the Tactical Bureau for?" Qiao Muyi lifted her head to look at him. Her fox-like, proud, and cold eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of grievance and resentment that made Ren Suo's heart skip a beat. "So, what do you plan to do?"

What do I plan to do?

Ren Suo had already considered this question during The Dark Side of the Moon. At that time, he thought to himself, First, I won't confess. I won't establish an intimate relationship with anyone. I'll wait until I've sorted out my thoughts before figuring out a solution.

Then, in less than an hour, he had kissed Gu Yueyan.

Now, he was wrapped up with Qiao Muyi, cooing and murmuring, his body nearly melting like ice cream against hers.

It could be said that plans truly couldn't keep up with changes. Or perhaps Ren Suo's willpower—except when it came to his dedication to gaming and laziness, where he was completely unswayed by external influences—was too easily influenced by others in all other aspects.

Although Ren Suo actually felt that his dam of reason couldn't hold back their love, which was like an overwhelming tide... Of course, having received over a decade of "pure love" education from his mom (the method of which was watching melodramatic TV dramas together), he could only attribute the blame to himself, the biggest beneficiary.

As for what to do, Ren Suo did have an excellent solution in mind.

But he was too shy, too timid, and felt too powerless to voice it.

Especially since Qiao Muyi was still touching his spine and neck; if Qiao Muyi got angry, Ren Suo figured his death would be well-deserved.

"...What do you think I should do?" Ren Suo tossed the question back to Qiao Muyi.

Unlike Ren Suo, Qiao Muyi seemed to have it all figured out. She smiled playfully and said, "It's simple. You just need to post a photo of us together on your social media feed, saying you're not going home tonight. Then, we'll go to a hotel for the night. First thing tomorrow morning, we'll register our marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau, post on social media again, pick an auspicious date for the wedding, and after a little while, I'll take leave so we can go on our honeymoon..."

"...Do you sleep in a single bed?" Ren Suo asked curiously.

"No, why?"

"Then why do we need to stay in a hotel for the night?"

Qiao Muyi slightly raised an eyebrow, her delicate fingers gently caressing the skin on the back of his neck as she slowly said, "…To avoid unwanted visitors, you see."

"Tell me, isn't this a great idea? Now, take out your phone."

"Ummm…" Ren Suo's gaze drifted, and he mumbled like a student who couldn't turn in his homework, "Well, about that…"

Qiao Muyi's smile didn't change, but her voice turned ice-cold. "You disagree?"

"It's not that I disagree…"

"You don't want to marry me? You don't want to be with me?"

"No," Ren Suo replied decisively.

"Then what are you hesitating for?" Qiao Muyi cupped Ren Suo's face, holding it so he had to meet her gaze. She gave a foxy smile, but her eyes blazed with suppressed fury. "Am I beautiful?"

At that moment, Ren Suo dared not defy Qiao Muyi and hastily agreed, nodding repeatedly.

"You're as beautiful as a heroine who's stepped right out of a game."

"Are you satisfied with my figure?"

"I'm as thrilled as if a classic game just got a sequel."

"Do I care about you?"

"You're as thoughtful as a game's system guide."

"Do you like me?"

"If one day I had to choose between gaming and you, I would choose you," Ren Suo said. "To use my parents' words, 'If I can win someone's heart, we'll never part until our hairs turn white.'"

Despite Ren Suo's responses being somewhat strange, they still managed to appease Qiao Muyi's anger somewhat.

She gently ran her finger along Ren Suo's eye socket. Thankfully, Tactical Cultivators had to keep their nails trimmed, so Qiao Muyi merely brushed the pad of her finger gently around his eye.

"So. What. Are. You. Hesitating. About?" Qiao Muyi asked, enunciating each word slowly and deliberately.

Qiao Muyi naturally knew the reason, but she wanted to hear Ren Suo say it himself.

Like Ren Suo, Qiao Muyi also harbored a sliver of wishful thinking. She knew Ren Suo was like a student who hadn't done his homework, but she still hoped he could give her an answer that would satisfy her.

Although completely under Qiao Muyi's control, Ren Suo sighed, fell silent for a moment, and then honestly stated, "I like them. They're also very important to me, and I don't want to hurt them."

It was clear that Ren's mother's "pure love" education had completely failed.

The male protagonist in a melodramatic TV drama might, at most, admit to liking another woman while facing one. But Ren Suo took it to another level: he declared his affection for a whole group of them while facing just one.

Qiao Muyi still hadn't exploded in anger. Instead, she smiled and asked, "There are many types of liking, you know. So, what kind of 'like' do you feel for them?"

"Is it the 'hold their hands and walk them down the aisle' kind of like?"

"Is it the 'hold them close, kiss them, and be affectionate' kind of like?"

"Is it the 'be intensely intimate with them in bed' kind of like?"

"Is it the kind where you want to..."

With each scenario Qiao Muyi described, her voice grew colder, and her grip on Ren Suo's face tightened, making him silently thank his ancestors for evolving particularly hard skulls.

But as Qiao Muyi continued, Ren Suo saw tears welling up in her eyes, glistening moisture swirling within them, her expression turning mournful, wronged, and angry.

She looked straight at Ren Suo, resembling a stubborn little girl forcefully holding back her tears.

The mere thought of Ren Suo flirting with other women—just talking about it, just thinking about it—was already unbearably painful for her.

"Don't say any more," Ren Suo said as he cradled Qiao Muyi's pretty face, using his thumb to wipe away the tears that had just started to fall. He couldn't help but chuckle. "You're hurting yourself more than me with this."

"At least I can still hurt the enemy," Qiao Muyi said, biting her lower lip. "Did it make you sad? Do you feel guilty?"

"I feel very guilty, very sad."

"Have your thoughts changed then?"

"A little."

Qiao Muyi was slightly taken aback, asking, "What changed?"

"I'm not afraid anymore," Ren Suo lowered his head, touching his forehead to Qiao Muyi's, as if their thoughts connected in that moment.

"Whatever you want to do to me, I'll accept it. Whatever you do, I'll support you."

"Even if I can't bring you happiness, at least I can make you comfortable."

Qiao Muyi paused, her gaze fixed on Ren Suo's eyes, confirming he wasn't making a crude joke or trying to verbally tease her, but was sincerely apologizing—and had even managed a rhyme.

Qiao Muyi fell silent for a good while, her heart a complicated mix like a bowl of mung bean dessert—dense, thick, and cool, yet sweet to the core.

"You..."

Qiao Muyi wrapped her arms around Ren Suo's neck, speaking faintly, "You really are a strange person."

Ren Suo blinked. "That's not right. I'm just a perfectly ordinary person."

"If you were an ordinary person, you would have agreed when I asked you to prioritize your own life!" Qiao Muyi scoffed, and Ren Suo immediately fell silent.

Qiao Muyi looked at Ren Suo, shook her head, and sighed in exasperation. "If you were an ordinary person, you would've noticed Dong Chengling's feelings for you long ago! If you were an ordinary person, you would've known Gu Yueyan fell for you after Ailan Lake in Fragrance City!"

"You can't say that. It's actually quite nor—"

"Shut up!" Qiao Muyi snapped fiercely. "I was the one who advised them both on their love lives! I've helped countless friends land their dream partners, but you, of all people, managed to completely ignore both of them! You've made me lose all face as a love consultant!"

Huh? She's done that kind of thing before?

Ren Suo was surprised. "So you already knew about them—"

"Of course I knew!"

Qiao Muyi's anger suddenly erupted.

"Don't think Dong Chengling is beyond worldly desires; she's just a young woman in her twenties. Did you expect her to swallow her pride and pursue you? She had no dating experience before! She's a complete bookworm, very traditional, and she was terrified of you rejecting her! She dreamed of a romantic love story too! I even got her to dress up all nice and ask you out on a date, and you were still completely oblivious!"

"When Gu Yueyan fell for you, she already knew Cheng Ling liked you. She liked her Teacher Dong and she liked you; she was so conflicted she came crying to me every day! I even had her subtly try to figure out what you thought. You wouldn't completely reject her, but you wouldn't respond to her feelings either—what was she supposed to do? I heard that during The Dark Side of the Moon, you only realized Gu Yueyan's feelings in the last two days! And you call yourself ordinary? What kind of ordinary person is *that* dense?!"

"Did you really need both of them to confess their feelings to you first? Don't girls get to be reserved? They took ninety-nine steps towards you, just wanting you to take that one final step, but you wouldn't budge! You just stayed right where you were!"

Qiao Muyi bit her lip, her voice laced with aggrieved sorrow. "If I wasn't so ridiculously in love with you, do you think I would have been the one to confess?"

Faced with Qiao Muyi's tirade, Ren Suo couldn't find a word of refutation. He gently stroked her hair and said, "I'm just that dense, I'm sorry... I'll apologize to them later..."

"Don't."

Qiao Muyi clung to him, snorting. "Apologizing to me is enough. What are you apologizing to them for? You'd better just keep pretending you don't know."

Ren Suo gave an awkward smile. "But I already know now..."

"That's why I say you're a strange person!" Qiao Muyi said angrily. "When you didn't like anyone, you really didn't like *anyone*. If you'd fallen for Dong Chengling earlier, or Gu Yueyan earlier, and gotten together with one of them, I definitely would've helped them take you down!"

"But you just dragged it out, dragging it out until even I fell for you, you troublesome man..."

"And then, when you finally realized you're a man of marriageable age, you suddenly like *all* of them? What are you, a dog or a cat, going into heat in a synchronized cycle? Can't you just like me? Just me! Is that so hard?!"

"Either like no one or like everyone, why are you so extreme?"

"Tell me, aren't you a huge idiot? Aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Ren Suo, thoroughly scolded by Qiao Muyi, finally reacted, nodding like a chicken pecking grain.

"An idiot is what you are!"

Qiao Muyi poked Ren Suo's forehead hard, then, her touch softening, she rubbed it tenderly. "Hmph," she grumbled, "I'm the real idiot. Only a huge idiot would fall for you."