Ye Lin held her in front of him, his nose touching her neck.

The man’s voice was low and husky. Speaking in the empty environment made it even more magnetic and deep.

The barrage comments were almost overwhelmed:

[Alright, alright, just lick already!!! Please, I beg you, can’t you hurry up?]

[Where’s my insulin? Give me ten liters first, stop dragging it out! Is this something a human can watch?!]

[Leave me alone!! Is it illegal to go crazy over a CP while kneeling on the bed?!]

She didn’t dare to move.

The vampire’s breath was warm, not as cold as described in books. His lips and teeth carried heat, biting brought slight pain, causing her to involuntarily furrow her brow lightly.

[Holy crap, he really bit her?!]

[Help! I heard the sound of sucking... how could this be so embarrassing, I’m actually blushing.]

[Can the next bleeding spot be a bit lower down?]

[? Hahahahahahaha]

[Power difference… Hehe… Pitch black… Hehe…]

Since shooting the short drama required too many conditions for on-site improvisation, it wasn’t exciting enough, so the short drama part was pre-recorded.

They spent a whole day shooting on Saturday and finished editing by Monday.

But even so, the audience remained enthusiastic, because not long after, the live stream split into a third screen showing the main cast entering.

Yan Man sat opposite the camera and watched with everyone else.

She should have come earlier, but the live stream room was too laggy. The director team was afraid the server couldn’t handle it, so they had Yan Man and Ye Lin appear later.

Sure enough, when she and Ye Lin sat down, the server faced another round of tests.

[Why are you two so late? We didn’t get to see the neck-sucking scene!]

[Oh my god, in my lifetime, I’m actually watching凰 (Phoenix) with my idol.]

[Upstairs, straighten your attitude! It’s just a vampire sucking a neck! What’s the big deal?! (Sending secretly from bathroom with one-bar volume on phone)]

Yan Man had a fresh look today, styled in an academic fashion, even wearing a beret.

She slept well last night, and her condition was better today.

[Ahhhh Beret Wife, wife looks so young and lovely today.]

[Ye Lin, your wife’s beret is tilted! Fix it for her!]

The barrage didn’t stay lively for long. Soon, everyone went back to watching the drama.

Since vampires existed in the story, it naturally leaned towards a magical background.

Because it seemed like a spell had been cast around her, she couldn’t leave for a long time.

The only solution was to live in his house.

In exchange, she promised to give him some of her fresh blood every three days until she left.

His house was large and spacious, usually inhabited only by him. Suddenly having another person around, he couldn’t get used to it for the first few days.

She also wasn’t accustomed to it. Occasionally, she would break plates or accidentally cut her finger deeply.

At these times, before she could even handle it, he would lower his eyes and calmly take her finger into his mouth.

The man’s side profile was sharply defined.

[Damn...]

[Actors who don’t use body doubles, please bring more of them!]

[His eyelashes are too thick. Lowering his gaze at her fingers is so seductive—]

After cleaning the blood off her hand, he would add: “Vampire saliva has healing properties. I’m helping your wound heal.”

She supported herself on the table: “So?”

“So this doesn’t count. Tomorrow, you still need to supply blood.”

“...”

Outside the broadcasting screen, Yan Man was smiling while watching this scene.

Barrage: [You’re laughing while filming such an embarrassing scene? This makes my heart flutter.]

Ye Lin: “What’s so funny?”

She said: “I noticed my hair sticking out oddly. Why didn’t anyone remind me?”

[I thought you were sweetened by yourself, turns out you’re laughing at your own hair?]

[Stop talking, Yan Man! Your mouth ruins the mood!]

[One moment ago, I was like: Ahhhh, they’re here! Next moment: Oh, Yan Man’s focus isn’t the same as mine [smile]]

Yan Man’s gaze returned to the big screen; their story continued.

In the blink of an eye, the story reached its climax.

Three months later, it was the night of the full moon.

The female protagonist was woken up in the middle of the night. The bell hanging at the head of her bed wouldn’t stop shaking. She conjured a barrier door, hiding inside, using magic to summon a mirror.

An old man in a cloak stood opposite, asking her: “It’s already your third full moon night since you arrived. Haven’t you killed him yet?”

Her lips moved for a long while before she said: “I…”

Suddenly interrupted: “Don’t try to fob me off with the excuse that your magic hasn’t recovered! I’ve checked; your blood concentration is normal, your magic has fully condensed!”

“Tonight, act quickly. If you don’t, the lives of your entire clan—”

A flash appeared in the mirror: more than a hundred people tied to the mountaintop, and below, rolling molten lava.

Her expression changed, and she immediately tensed up: “Mom, sister…”

Darkness fell, and the old man’s face reappeared.

“You were born to kill him, weren’t you? The Soul-Capturing clan’s status is low. They should have died at birth, but we survived because of a life-and-death contract. Do you want to destroy the entire clan because of you alone?”

“Even if you disregard the survival of the entire clan, what about these relatives? Do you want to see them suffer and die? How many people raised you, is this how you repay them?”

...

It seemed like a very long time. Her lips turned white from being bitten tightly. Her voice squeezed out from her throat: “…I understand.”

The image disappeared. She sat still for a long time, recalling the clan leader’s words.

“Use the sharpest fishbone knife we gave you when you left. Vampires fear it the most. A touch causes unbearable pain. Killing him will become the simplest task.”

She opened her palm, and the shape of the fishbone knife appeared, flickering a few times before disappearing.

As if experiencing some difficult choice, she sat motionless, only her eyes constantly changing, occasionally tightening her lips.

Though subtle, the signal conveyed was clear.

[This acting is amazing, close-ups completely immersive.]

[Ahhhh, I’m conflicted with her!]

Finally, after a long sigh, she decisively stood up, as if she had made a decision.

Looking out the window, it was a rare full moon tonight.

Fleeting, the opportunity lasted only an hour.

She turned around, startled to see the man sitting on the edge of the bed.

She was startled but remembered that vampires indeed walk without sound. Calming herself, she said: “How did you… come.”

But her speech was still somewhat faster than usual, revealing suppressed unease.

He just looked at her for a while, didn’t answer, kept his hands relaxed at his sides, and simply said: “First, a few requests.”

She looked at the position of his heart.

How could he make such a foolish mistake, exposing the most fatal spot to a stranger whose background he didn’t know?

Her eyelids quivered slightly. Her hand moved behind her back.

“You say.”

The shape of the fishbone knife reappeared in her palm.

Yet the man remained unhurried: “There’s a pot of green ivy on the windowsill; remember not to water it often.

“My cat is named Carl; don’t call him wrong, or he’ll go on a hunger strike.

“The birds outside the window always snatch Carl’s food. If you see them, remember to give extra meals.

“The stairs leading to the attic on the third floor are made of thorny brambles. Be careful, don’t cut your hands.”

The fishbone knife in her palm suddenly turned into powder, as if drained by someone’s magical power.

Her fingertips twitched.

The man continued: “You can use any of the plates, but some aren’t heat-resistant. If they break, just let them be; don’t be so clumsy as to risk cutting your hands picking them up.

“If you do accidentally cut yourself, there’s adhesive tape in the cabinet. Remember to sprinkle some medicinal powder, and you’ll be fine after a good night’s sleep.”

[Such a long monologue, one continuous shot, Ye Lin, you’re so talented...]

[Standard top-tier operation.]

[The impressive part is his lines, how does he switch tones according to the character’s personality so smoothly?]

Moonlight was like silk, the full moon faintly turning red. Outside the window, everything was silent.

“And… I like the thorn bushes behind me. If I die, bury me there.” He smiled slightly, leaning back casually, telling her, “Alright, proceed.”

Her pupils abruptly quivered, lifting her head in disbelief: “…What?”

[Ah!??!?!]

[I said it! I said it! The script isn’t that simple! The male lead couldn’t possibly be clueless!!!]

He looked into her eyes, still smiling carelessly.

“Do you think I don’t know who you are? From the first taste of your blood, I knew you came to kill me.”

“But there are barriers set all around. Any foreign object entering cannot use any magic for two months.”

“This is actually something we put in place for self-preservation. Did you know, you wouldn’t survive more than three days.”

She swallowed hard, her body slightly leaning back, taking a defensive stance.

He guessed accurately: “You originally just wanted to find a small house, hide for two months, wait for your magic to recover, then come kill me.”

“Halfway through, you lost your guiding lamp, got lost, and bled,” he shook his head, “so clumsy, what can I say about you?”

“...”

“You should be grateful that you met me. Where else would you find a soft-hearted vampire to treat you so kindly?”

Her shoulders began to tremble, and she closed her eyes.

“After luring me here, you had no choice but to go along with the plan, pretending to be human and moving into my house.”

He was still smiling: “How foolish. Given how sensitive vampires are to blood, I can tell whether you’re happy or sad today. Did you think I wouldn’t know about your clan?”

Her voice quivered, and under her eyelids, tears were already forming.

“Stop talking,” she said.

But he persisted: “I’ve lived for over three thousand years; it’s enough.”

“You don’t need to feel too guilty—it’s your duty. Just like birds of prey are born to hunt, it’s fate.”

“Do you know about soul pearls?” he asked. “To completely kill a vampire, you must crush their soul pearl. Otherwise, they will awaken again in thirty years.”

“Your ancestors knew this, but after many vampires were hunted down, we had long since moved our soul pearls. That’s why, in your generation, soul hunters who fail to truly kill their targets are often executed by the clan leader.”

Soul hunters have no lifespan limit, but if discovered failing to truly kill a vampire, they are considered to have disgraced the clan and are executed according to the contract.

In recent years, every soul hunter on a mission has met this fate without exception.

She thought, him telling her all this should be good news, but her heart uncontrollably ached, her nails digging into her flesh.

“Why are you telling me these things?”

He still looked as carefree as ever, giving her a glance and a smile: “Isn’t it obvious? I’m afraid you’ll die.”

“Before dying, there’s nothing I can give you. Tell you where I’ve hidden my soul pearl, kill me, and remember to crush it.”

Her palm was empty, just pale and tightly clenched. She said: “I could choose not to crush it.”

“No, you can’t,” he said. “If I awaken again in thirty years, you’ll die.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she echoed his words. “I’ve lived long enough. As long as you fake your death today and protect my family, my life doesn’t matter.”

“Besides...” her gaze flickered, “in this short life, experiencing what many people never do in a lifetime is enough.”

The man stared at her for a while and asked, “Has anyone ever told you that you shouldn’t fall in love with a vampire you’re bound to kill by the contract?”

“Of course, it’s the first and last lesson before we set out. But so what?” she said. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to fall in love with me?”

“Yes, it’s also our first lesson,” he finally slowly curved his lips. “Unfortunately, I’m weak-hearted.”

“Unfortunately, despite living for over three thousand years, I still can’t control my love.”

...

[Stop it, stop it, screenwriter, please. I’ll really choke up sobbing.]

[Haha, looking for tissues again.]

[#Yan Man, my tear duct bomb#]

Finally, the moon was about to wane, and she was running out of time.

The man released his soul pearl, and she gathered a ball of red flame in her palm, slowly approaching.

The next moment, he grabbed her wrist: “Take out the fishbone knife.”

“No,” she stubbornly said, “it will hurt you.”

“If you don’t, you’ll be backlashed by magic and die, understand?!”

“If I die, then so be it,” she said. “After dying, can we be buried together?”

...

[Ahhhhhh QAQAQAQAQ]

[Turns out not only he fears her pain, she fears his pain too 55555]

[Two-way love is sweet drama, right? (Sorry, I’ve gone mad)]

The final scene left blank, the vampire’s extremely cold blue flame merged with the soul hunter’s extremely yang red flame, eventually bursting into a white light. The forest raged with wind all night, finally returning to where they first met.

Nothing changed.

It seemed as if nothing happened, yet it felt like hundreds of centuries had passed.

The final line of subtitles appeared, marking the end of the short drama:

[Meeting you is the true fulfillment of my mission.]

Yan Man sniffed, fully immersed in the story again. She rubbed her eyes, and a staff member handed her a tissue. Ye Lin took it and placed it in front of her.

She cried and laughed at the same time: “So annoying, my eye makeup is ruined.”

This time, the barrage comments didn’t joke around; they were all genuine emotional resonance:

[My favorite short story in recent years, filmed so perfectly.]

[At first, I thought it was an ordinary short drama, but the actors are amazing, and the script is good too. Especially the part where the male lead gives final instructions before dying, not saying ‘I love you’ once, yet every word conveys it—memorable for a lifetime.]

[Love is the eternal proposition spanning several worlds.]

[Such a perfect match. I can’t wait to see them lock lips in front of me.]

[My tears soaked my phone. Just turned it on. Is it time for the signing session yet?]

[Hahahahaha Yan-Ye fans are really humorous.]

...

The screening of the episode ended, but the live broadcast wasn’t over yet.

Next came the segment where the production team required the two to sign autographs.

To enhance audience participation, they needed to take ten instant photos on the spot and select ten viewers from the barrage comments to receive them.

The instant photos couldn’t be taken in advance; they wanted the state right after watching the drama.

Ye Lin took the instant camera from the staff and handed it to Yan Man.

There were many models of instant cameras. Yan Man hadn’t used this one before and was carefully studying it when Ye Lin said: “You lost an eyelash.”

“Really?” She couldn’t help but rub it and asked, “Where did it fall?”

Next to the instant camera lens, there was a small square resembling a mirror. Yan Man looked at her face and roughly saw it below her eye.

She rubbed it twice and turned to ask him: “Is it gone?”

“No.”

The barrage comments burst into laughter: [Found the reason why top stars are virgins.]

[I’m dying laughing. Why just say ‘no’? Give her some direction!]

[How do you know he’s a virgin? Did Yan Man tell you?]

After asking for a while and getting nothing, Yan Man turned to look at the staff for help.

Barrage: [Don’t tell her!!!]

All the staff remained silent, tactfully saying: “Let Teacher Ye help you.”

[What’s the name of this staff member? Tell me your employee number. I’ll immediately write a letter requesting a promotion and raise.]

Yan Man: “...”

She turned her head and looked at Ye Lin again.

The man gazed at her for a long time and then said: “It’s at one-fifth of the diagonal between your eye and nose.”

[Are you plotting coordinates here?]

[Hahahahahahahahaha!!!]

[From Sobbing to Laughing: Six Words, Reading Yan-Ye Fans’ Lifetime]

Yan Man roughly put her finger there and rubbed it twice: “Did it fall off?”

“A bit lower.”

She rubbed it again: “Here?”

“A bit higher.”

She lifted and pinched it twice: “Here?”

“No.”

Yan Man finally couldn’t bear it anymore: “What’s wrong with you helping me get it off?”

[Nice! Waiting for this exact sentence!]

[Brothers, prepare to screenshot—]

[Loving some uncooperative eyelashes.]

[Ye Lin: Please give me some patience. I’ll learn to be a good father... No, a good husband.]

Finally, Ye Lin raised his hand and helped her remove the eyelash.

It wasn’t stubborn and not hard to locate. He completed the task in less than a second.

Yan Man, who had struggled for a long time: “...”

She deeply inhaled, lifted her lip line, and told herself to stay strong.

[Yan Man: Do you know what it means to smile without meaning it?]

[The husband you chose yourself, endure it. At least his acting is good.]

[If only you hadn’t added that last sentence, I wouldn’t have overthought it.]

Yan Man picked up the instant camera, tested it, and learned how to use it.

She gestured to the staff: “Can you take two group photos for us?”

[Let them do it themselves! You’re spoiling them! What’s wrong with taking a close-up photo?!]

[Exactly! Young people need to experience more hardships!]

The staff glanced at the barrage: “Teachers, move closer. You can take a selfie holding it yourselves.”

[Promotion warning.]

[Raise warning.]

Yan Man nodded, seeing his hands were longer, handed the instant camera over, and pointed at the shooting button.

The barrage was dissatisfied, jokes flying:

[Teach him with your mouth! Yan Man! Use your mouth!]

[Is something wrong with you or is it me?]

[Always feels like your barrage isn’t very decent, what’s going on.]

[Am I seeing things? This friend whose ID is ‘Yan-Ye Hardcore’ says others aren’t decent?]

[Sorry, forgot to hide my ID.]

Finally, after taking three group photos, Ye Lin lowered his head to sign. Yan Man held the freshly printed photo in her hand, waving it to make it develop faster.

Staff: “Manman, sign your name later.”

“Do we have to sign all ten photos?” Yan Man said, “I thought one would be enough, and the others could be separate.”

[I won’t allow it!! Don’t separate them!!]

The barrage’s collective will reached outside the screen. Yan Man lowered her head and signed her name next to his.

While Ye Lin was signing, to make up ten photos, she took two more pictures of him.

In the photos, the man was slightly bent over, one hand pressing on the instant camera, the other smoothly signing with a paint pen. His bangs covered part of his eyes, and the outline of his shoulders was tall and broad.

“Five more photos left,” Yan Man was a bit troubled, “What else can we take?”

The staff thought for a moment and suggested: “Do you know how to draw ears?”

Yan Man: “Yes, isn’t it just a semicircle with the top part folded inward?”

Staff: “You can try using your hands to form half an ear each.”

Yan Man thought for two seconds and quickly reacted, telling Ye Lin: “Don’t fall for it; they want us to make a heart shape.”

Ye Lin: “...”

Yan Man suddenly pulled out a heart-shaped balloon from somewhere and placed her finger on it, giving a thumbs-up.

[Staff: It’s damn hard to get you two to cooperate.]

[Hahahaha Yan Man: Don’t think you can fool me. My mind is sharp.]

[Yan Man, the first line of defense against scams.]

Only two photos were left. After thinking, Yan Man handed the camera to Ye Lin: “Take two pictures of me from across here.”

The barrage was full of opposition voices. The omnipotent staff stepped forward again.

“Teacher, you can’t leave your position.”

Yan Man: “Who said that?”

“The barrage said it.”

“...”

Thus, under these conditions, Ye Lin acted as her selfie stand, holding the instant camera for her and adjusting the angle to make her the center of the frame.

But inevitably, traces of the man appeared in the photos. In the final picture, she made a peace sign at the camera, her head tilted to the side, and next to her was half of Ye Lin’s shoulder.

From a certain angle, it looked like she was resting on his shoulder.

She smiled gently and charmingly. Under the scattered light, her pupils were bright, and her eye bags were plump, making her look very cute.

[This has the vibe of a little couple!]

[I like the haziness of this photo. I want it, I want it, I want it.]

[Ambiguity period forever.]

The barrage fought for about ten minutes, and finally, all ten photos were distributed. Yan Man stood up, thanked everyone, and was about to leave when she heard the staff say: “Teacher Manman, stay for a moment. We need to do an interview.”

She felt so unfair: “Just me? What about Ye Lin?” Why does he get to rest?

Barrage: [She needs him kswl!]

[You’re so clingy! Little Man=v=]

Staff: “Teacher Ye has another schedule.”

Failed to drag him into trouble, she conceded.

“Alright.”

Barrage: [So obedient! Your husband is just going out to earn money to support you! You’ll see each other again soon!]

Yan Man: “Then I’ll stay. Call me when the interview starts.”

Ten minutes later, Ye Lin got into his RV.

Following the navigation route, the vehicle slowly departed.

A boring car ride always makes conversations easy. Bi Tan couldn’t help but start chatting with him.

“Hey, what do you think Yan Man feels about you now?”

Ye Lin lifted an eyelid without answering.

Meaning: Go ahead and talk.

Bi Tan: “Isn’t it said that girls’ ex-boyfriends are like dead to them? She doesn’t seem like that. And when she sees you, she doesn’t avoid you either.”

“So... could it be that giving up was just something she said casually?”

“After all, she seemed pretty into pursuing you. How could she let go just like that? Playing hard to get? Or maybe this is just a temporary cooling-off period for her?”

“It’s like a relationship bottleneck period. Once you get through it, it’ll be the passionate period again.”

Ye Lin looked at the script in his hand. After finishing this scene, according to the timeline, it connected to the hospital scene they had shot before.

It didn’t feel like much time had passed, so her expressions were still vivid in his mind. Or perhaps his memory was good, and scenes from the set flashed before his eyes—her laughing and playful demeanor hadn’t drifted too far away.

“Maybe it’s a bottleneck period,” he said.

Like actors having acting blocks or authors having writer’s block, bottleneck periods are inevitable. But that doesn’t mean one should give up. Once the bottleneck period passes, everything will return to normal.

Little girls’ emotions come and go quickly. Perhaps she was just being sulky.

And she willingly entered his group and acted in this mentor collaboration project with him, which shows that she must still have feelings for him.

Bi Tan watched him, subtly realizing something was off.

This man had firmly stated in the lounge that whether Yan Man liked him or not was unimportant. But now, he clearly showed some concern.

Perhaps even he himself hadn’t realized it.

“However,” Ye Lin paused, “girls’ ex-boyfriends are like dead to them? Who told you that?”

Bi Tan: “Isn’t it true? Last time I saw a comment online where a girl said: ‘I still miss him a lot. Every time the suona sounds, I feel like it’s him passing away.’”

“............................”

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the studio.

Yan Man sat down in front of the camera and began her interview.

“Alright, first question.”

Host: “Why did you choose to join Teacher Ye Lin’s group?”

Yan Man thought for a moment: “Didn’t I have no choice?”

“...”

Yan Man explained: “Because the other two mentors temporarily forfeited. If they were all there, I might have chosen Kong—”

Before she could finish saying “Kong,” the host interrupted in time: “Alright, next question.”

“Why did you act in this vampire collaboration project with Teacher Ye?”

After a moment of silence, Yan Man honestly replied: “Isn’t it because you gave me the script?”

...

To prevent her from continuing to say some shocking things, the host wiped their forehead and continued:

“What was the psychology behind letting Teacher Ye help you with the eyelash at the corner of your eye?”

Yan Man recalled: “The skin around the eyes is very delicate. Female actors rely on their eyes to convey 80% of their performance. If I don’t let him help me, my eyelids will loosen from all my tugging.”

[Hahahahahahahahahaha or or or!]

[Director: How did this happen? I didn’t guess any of it right.]

[Host sets three consecutive traps: This doesn’t trigger any interaction? Surely this time you’ll send some sugar? This you still dodge? Yan Man: Miss.]

[Yan Man really has some humor in her.]

[Damn miss, I laughed so hard my vocal cords broke.]

The live stream remained lively for a long time until Yan Man’s interview ended. A few minutes later, it switched to the second group’s mentor-actor collaboration project.

Today’s work was done. Yan Man stretched comfortably and got into the car to return to the hotel, pondering what kind of bath she would take when she got back.

Rose? Blueberry? Gardenia scent?

While she was contemplating, Simon handed over his phone: “Good job, good job. Your collaboration drama is trending.”

Yan Man wasn’t too surprised: “The script was pretty good, our acting didn’t falter, and Ye Lin’s fanbase is huge. This is normal.”

Her judgment in choosing scripts was decent, Yan Man thought to herself.

Simon: “You guessed this?”

“Of course, how could I not guess this?”

Simon: “Did you also guess that your CP super topic gained another ten thousand fans?”

Yan Man: “...”

“This I didn’t expect,” she was astonished, “Why did it increase again?”

“How could it not increase with your collaboration? Have you never shipped a CP before? Even without collaboration, CP shippers find crumbs to ship. Not to mention you two just watched a drama together and signed instant photos!”

Yan Man admitted: “I’ve indeed never shipped a CP.”

If I had shipped a CP, would I have edited a BE video and turned it red for both of us?

“...”

Yan Man: “But this drama is quite tragic.”

“That’s right, tragic dramas gain more fans. Your mindset is still stuck,” Simon said, “The more tragic, the deeper the audience’s impression, the more they want to see you two in HE, and the more they search for your sweet moments to soothe their mood.”

Yan Man: “Do we have any sweet moments?”

Simon: “If not, can’t we create some?”

On Simon’s phone screen, a netizen’s comment was prominently displayed:

[F*ck, you killed me. Next episode, I’m definitely voting for you two. I must watch them act in a sweet romance!]

Yan Man: “...”

“Is there a next episode?”

“The mentor collaboration project isn’t just one episode,” Simon said, “Of course, there’s a next episode.”

Yan Man analyzed logically: “It can’t possibly be me. The production team wouldn’t schedule me every episode, otherwise other guests would have complaints. Besides, if it were always me, the audience would get tired of it.”

Simon: “But if you two have many fans, it will definitely result in the same outcome because we need to follow public opinion.”

Yan Man glanced and said: “You think our fanbase is large now because the base number is small and the growth rate is fast.”

“Really? Aren’t you afraid that one day everyone in the world will become your CP fans?” Simon imagined, “And then you two will become a power couple.”

“That’s impossible.”

This time Yan Man spoke with confidence.

“Why?”

“Do you know? Previously my video...” She quickly corrected herself, “No, when ‘Yan Ye is Real’ first posted a video, there were a lot of anti-CP comments underneath.”

“All of them said they would never ship it, at least those few were very firm in their opposition.”

“Is that so?” Simon said, “How do you know they won’t ship it now?”

Yan Man: “Of course I know. I remember their homepage. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you.”

Five minutes later, Yan Man found the first commenter from back then, named [Staying Up Without Losing Hair].

The recent posts were arranged from oldest to newest, and the first one was full of doubt.

Yan Man showed him: “Look, she said she followed this account just to see what kind of garbage the blogger could come up with. Isn’t that hatred?”

“This account hasn’t posted for three months, and when it did, it was opposing Yan Ye. Would she ship it?”

Simon: “Scroll down further.”

The second post was still related to Yan Ye.

Staying Up Without Losing Hair: [Don’t create such eerie things.]

Yan Man nodded contentedly.

The fifth post: [How did this stuff appear on my homepage?]

Yan Man’s inexplicable competitive spirit flared up. She looked at Simon, signaling that her intuition was correct.

Further down, the sixth post by this Yan Ye hater was very brief but still related to Yan Ye: [?]

Yan Man: ?

She drew in a breath of cold air, sensing something wasn’t quite right.

The eighth post: [.]

The ninth post: [...]

Yan Man tilted her head.

The scrolling speed slowed.

The tenth post: [I’m only being a traitor for one minute, sorry guys.]

“...”

The twelfth post: [Make that a billion minutes! Everyone come and see! After watching, we’ll all be traitors so I won’t be alone!]

Thirteenth post, a music share.

[[Music] Is there anyone in this world more compatible than you two? [Music]]

Fourteenth post: [What else should people live for if not to eat humble pie? Humble pie it is! Humble pie it is!]

Fifteenth post, just now, re-posting Yan Ye’s vampire collaboration drama.

[Damn! BE aesthetics are killing me!]