Chapter 67: I Neither Kill Nor Save You, I Love You
Beneath the full moon's embrace, Zhou Yili stood motionless for a long time, his sharp indifference accentuated by the thin, silk-like black satin. Only he knew whose heart thundered desperately in the boundless night.
“I won’t kill you, nor will I save you.”
“The Wolf King only loves Christmas Eve.”
To his ears, these words were no different from—
I won’t kill you, I won’t save you, but I love you.
What on earth was Shen Jixing thinking? Zhou Yili leaned against the castle under the moon, his thoughts spiraling out of control because of a fleeting touch upon his lips.
The game was over.
Zhou Yili’s victory was certainly worth celebrating, yet Shen Jixing's defeat puzzled everyone.
In the previous round, he had dropped two bombshells at once. Top in his field, invited to Venus, scored 736 in the college entrance exam—so brilliant it seemed unreal.
Next round, the academic genius lost to the fool who could only count half a granny’s worth.
“I’m truly impressed, what are you playing at? Turning the game into something so extraordinary, don’t deny it, there’s no way it ends without a marriage.”
“I’ll pull out an eight-hundred-meter-long blade… to slice you an apple.”
“Nearly gave our ally a grand funeral.”
“Did Xingxing go easy? Put the crown on my son, I’m dead!”
“The Wolf King gives the crown as a token of affection to the true deity; henceforth, he wields no weapons, loving only Christmas Eve.”
“Ahh, my life’s mix of devotion and indulgence, encountering dazzling starlight is what I deserve!”
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“Shen Jixing really let the water out, enough to flood the Pacific. All for stirring up CP with Zhou Yili, what shamelessness, not caring at all for the wolf teammates.”
“Agreed, Shen Jixing is so fake, all industrial saccharine.”
Meanwhile.
The guests gathered back in the first-floor hall.
The broadcast overhead intoned, “Since the Wolf King voluntarily abandoned his weapon, the wolves are not considered defeated, and Christmas Eve players are exempt from punishment.”
The director’s favoritism toward Shen Jixing was blatant.
Cen Susu still regretted not uttering that classic line.
It was Sister Qi who killed the Prophet.
Upon hearing there might be punishment, she immediately behaved.
“What’s the punishment?” Cen Susu asked curiously.
[Truth or Dare]
The director’s mechanical voice continued, “Of course, the good players have a chance to overturn the game. If you wish to punish a wolf, you must guess the identities of all three wolves.”
Shen Jixing’s expression was cold and indifferent.
Upon hearing this, his brow furrowed slightly, and he looked up at Zhou Yili approaching through the night.
The tall man, handsome and sharp, had draped black satin loosely around his neck, the wind giving it a reckless curve.
His brow arched slightly, as if genuinely interested.
“Shen Jixing, Cen Susu, Sikong Xiu.”
The lazy, languid voice fell.
Shen Jixing closed his eyes, heart sinking.
This little brat...
Even the director’s mechanical voice paused, surprised by how quickly he got the correct answer.
“And the three wolf identities?”
He was about to offer them for Zhou Yili to match.
Zhou Yili strode over languidly, “Shen Jixing, unrestricted crown-blade Wolf King; Cen Susu, single-blade wolf; Sikong Xiu… idle wolf.”
There were minor discrepancies, but he had guessed them all correctly.
“See, I said it was just for show, he actually knew everything!”
“Zhou Yili’s intelligence is clear for all to see. If Shen Jixing hadn’t told him, would he have guessed?”
Zhou Yili’s long eyes swept over the camera.
His thin lips curled in a faint, mocking sneer, “What do you think my IQ is?”
Without hesitation, he moved toward the camera, lowering his gaze to the main lens, “Hmm?”
His face, suddenly magnified in the livestream, caused the barrage of comments to hold their breath in awe—he was simply too handsome!
“Damn, my son’s never been on the big screen, yet no one warned me he was this stunning.”
“You’re too handsome, move back, I’m blushing.”
“Those thick brows, those distinct lashes, that high bridge of the nose, the proud gaze like he’s looking at a dog—ahhh, go act in movies!”
“Trouble, he’s so handsome, motherly love is warping.”
A barrage of comments struck by Zhou Yili’s looks.
The director, too, was struck.
This young master truly dared to say anything.
He quietly told the cameraman through the headset, “Go remind Zhou Yili to watch his words!”
Cameraman: “?”
The young master is in a mood, I wouldn’t dare.
Eyes darting, he quietly whispered something in Shen Jixing’s ear.
Shen Jixing calmly lifted his gaze, “Zhou Yili.”
Zhou Yili glanced sideways at him.
And behaved.
The cameraman seemed to feel what true bloodline domination meant.
Zhou Yili lazily retreated a step, reining in his usual provocations, explaining offhandedly, “The Wolf King and the crowned fool are obvious. As for Cen Susu and Sikong Xiu…”
He scoffed softly, “Which good guy goes straight for the Prophet and Witch?”
“Even if a good guy wants to lead, first check if the Prophet’s card is a wolf.”
“If you draw a good card and jump out, you’re asking for trouble.”
“If you draw a good card and jump out, you’re asking for trouble.”
“I don’t know who grabbed that waist and, excited, jumped out as Prophet to protect the Witch. I won’t say more.”
“Though we knew it was a wolf, your happiness then didn’t seem fake, son.”
“In those thirty seconds you grabbed Xingxing’s waist, were you thinking he was Wolf King or Witch?”
“Be bold, open the mic—it’s the wife (heart gesture).”
Zhou Yili: “…”
He fiddled with his fingers.
Turning off the scrolling comments on the camera.
He scoffed, “So what if you jump out? I did it deliberately, at least a fifty percent chance of winning.”
Zhou Yili’s patient explanations were rare.
The comments watching him suddenly noticed,
“His ears are red!!!”
“Those who said Zhou Yili isn’t smart, where are you now?”
Zhou Yili wasn’t stupid; he simply couldn’t be bothered with many things, couldn’t be bothered to learn.
At least, he judged people well.
Just as Zhou Yili sat close beside Shen Jixing, his thigh brushed him lightly, prompting Shen Jixing to calmly shift his leg away.
He glanced sideways at him, “Repaying kindness with resentment?”
Clearly, Zhou Yili had made sure he was punished.
He came seeking justice.
Zhou Yili lazily tilted his head, “Yes, repaying kindness with resentment.”
This young lion sometimes got mischievous, loving to tease, bite, and run.
Letting him stew in anger and embarrassment.
He obediently lay his head sideways, finding his anger both beautiful and amusing.
Shen Jixing couldn’t be bothered to argue, saying nothing more.
After all, it was just a game punishment, nothing serious to him.
His knee was nudged again, gently.
Zhou Yili’s eyes, so often screenshot by the barrage for their proud, dog-like arrogance, now watched him quietly, damp and earnest.
“Are you angry?”
Shen Jixing was startled for a moment.
His thin lips moved, but before he could speak—
Zhou Yili quietly lowered his gaze, finger rubbing the little crown he never let go of.
“You know, hearing a sincere word from you…”
Zhou Yili’s long eyes drooped, an unwilling smile flickering, “Do you know how hard it is?”
Shen Jixing looked at him in silence for two seconds.
He truly didn’t understand how this conclusion had come about.
“Is it hard?”
Shen Jixing rose calmly, walking toward the truth-or-dare area to draw a card, “Every word I’ve ever said to you has been sincere.”
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Jiaojiao is out of town, writing at a snail’s pace. There’ll be another chapter later, but don’t wait up~