Became an Infinite Game Beauty NPC

Chapter 2

The young man on the screen reacted slowly, appearing somewhat vacant.

After the sound of knocking on the door rang out twice, he hesitated before slowly getting up from his chair, his movements seeming weak.

The young man appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old. He wore a wrinkled yellow T-shirt, which appeared a bit loose on him due to his slender figure. He had on loose grey pajama pants, further accentuating his slender and small frame.

It was as if just one hand could easily lift him.

At this moment, as the young man turned his head to look behind him, his slightly long forehead hair scattered slightly, allowing the viewers to clearly see his overall appearance.

The young man had exquisite and beautiful features. His phoenix-like eyes slightly curved upwards, and his brows and facial features seemed carefully crafted, as if by the heavens. His originally cold and ethereal appearance gained a touch of beauty and charm from the teardrop mole at the corner of his left eye, making him exceptionally pretty.

He was like a Mandrake flower blooming on the road to death, irresistibly tempting people to plunge into the abyss.

After standing up, the young man eagerly tried to walk towards the door, seemingly intending to open it.

However, as he lifted his foot, he didn’t pay attention to what was in front of him and ended up bumping into the edge of the chair.

The chair was not a soft sofa but rather a wooden one, with sharp edges.

Upon the impact, the young man let out a muffled groan. Misty tears immediately welled up in his beautiful eyes, a hint of redness appearing at the corners. He slowly crouched down, clutching his knee.

He looked pitiful.

Despite the pain, the young man stubbornly held back his tears, refusing to let them fall, making people feel even more sympathetic towards him.

...This also ignited some unspeakable thoughts on certain entities, wanting to make the young man cry even more miserably.

Ruan Qing suppressed some inexplicable physiological reactions in his body and coldly spoke in his mind, ‘What’s going on?’

Indeed, his body was weak, but he didn’t remember being so delicate, shedding tears at the slightest bump.

The system’s response was concise: ‘Character setting.’

Ruan Qing suddenly remembered that he still needed to play the role of an NPC, and this particular NPC in the instance, was a gloomy and delicate person.

Delicate to the point where he couldn’t bear the slightest grievance, let alone something as minor as bumping his knee.

Ruan Qing pursed his pale pink lips and slowly rolled up his wide pants legs.

His fair and slender calves looked delicate under the light, and a faint redness appeared on his rounded knee. The impact wasn’t severe; it didn’t even break the skin.

But that redness looked terrifying against his fair, almost translucent skin. It would probably turn into a purplish color in a while.

Ruan Qing’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his reddened eyes welled up with tears once again.

Damn it, the pain and stimulation made his tears even more uncontrollable.

Ruan Qing bit his lower lip and tremblingly blew on his knee for a while. He softly spoke with a hint of a crying tone and grievance.