The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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Due to the system's automatic privacy shielding feature, Zhu Tong did not hear the system's cheerful notification sound when the favorability increased, but he could see it.

He kissed Shao Ming three times, and the favorability increased by three percentage points.

When Shao Ming kissed him back, Zhu Tong could no longer see clearly, but he heard a sound effect in his ear... it was like the sound of collecting coins in a parkour game.

Zhu Tong's chest heaved violently—partly because of Shao Ming and partly because of his own excitement.

Who would've thought that a kiss could have such a significant effect?

The progress bar had shot straight up to 88%!

But why hadn't it worked like this before?

Was it the difference between being proactive and passive?

While Shao Ming was "gritting his teeth" at him, Zhu Tong wasn't listening at all. His eyes were bright as he lifted his hand, which had been resting at his side, and gently cupped Shao Ming's face, mimicking the way Shao Ming had just kissed him.

It was a bit clumsy, unskilled, but remarkably effective.

Shao Ming's gaze darkened instantly, and the last thread of reason in his mind snapped with an audible "snap."

Zhu Tong was still trying to make another move, but unexpectedly, someone pressed their lips together more firmly. Confused, he opened his eyes, only to suddenly feel a tight grip around his waist, lifting him off the seat.

"?"

As if the world spun around him, when his back touched the "ground," the person holding him pressed down simultaneously. Zhu Tong turned his head instinctively and realized that the "ground" was actually his bed.

Before he could process how he had ended up on the bed, his head, which had turned away, was repositioned, and his breath was instantly cut off.

Unlike his tentative mimicry, Shao Ming was better at seizing the moment—when there wasn't one, he created it. Zhu Tong felt a light pinch at his waist, which was his sensitive spot, causing him to gasp involuntarily. Yet, before he could make a sound, the person above him used the opportunity to slip his tongue in.

The system interface was still up, and Zhu Tong glanced at it during the brief pause, noticing that the progress bar hadn't moved.

...Is it saturated?

Shao Ming's eyes remained open, not missing the moment Zhu Tong's gaze shifted away from him and the brief flicker of doubt on his face.

Then, he felt a gentle push against him, prompting him to pull back.

Shao Ming asked in a rough, heavy voice, "What did you see?"

Zhu Tong's wandering thoughts snapped back as his pupils refocused on Shao Ming's deep, dark eyes. The light behind him cast a shadow, leaving his eyes without a glimmer, yet they were still irresistibly captivating.

But why did he suddenly ask this question?

Zhu Tong swallowed nervously and tested the waters, "...You?"

Shao Ming smiled in satisfaction, "What else?"

Zhu Tong: "..."

What else?

With their proximity, the only thing in Zhu Tong's line of sight was Shao Ming's face.

He added, "That's it, just you."