As a civilized person, there are always insincere words spoken throughout one’s life – white lies, malicious deceit, and polite social phrases.
“I have something to do, let’s chat next time.”
“The outfit looks good on you.”
“Long time no see, you’ve lost weight.”
“Don’t worry, things will get better.”
“I don’t care.”
“We are best friends.”
“I’ll always be there for you.”
We may casually utter small lies, whether to strangers, close ones, or even to ourselves, especially through the screen of a phone.
This is not just a form of self-protection, but often it makes things easier for others.
However, today, Wang Xiaomie discovered that he had lost this ability…
Or, more accurately, it had changed since last night.
Sitting cross-legged on the sofa with closed eyes, Wang Xiaomie, with arms crossed, recalled yesterday’s events. Of course, he was absolutely not recalling certain things!!!
Rather, he wondered why yesterday, since the growth of feather patterns on his shoulders, he began talking… strange.
Could it be…
With a serious expression, Wang Xiaomie gestured to the other end of the sofa where Da Bai, who was foolishly smiling at 2D girls on his screen, was holding the phone.
“Da Bai.”
Bai Yu blankly looked up, “What’s up?”
Wang Xiaomie, with an expressionless face, stared at him, “Ask me a question randomly. Quickly!”
“Huh?” Bai Yu looked puzzled, “Are we playing Truth or Dare?”
“Cut the crap and ask!”
“Oh… let me think,” Bai Yu pointed at himself somewhat shyly, “Um… Am I, am I handsome?”
Handsome, quickly say handsome! Wang Xiaomie muttered in his mind, took a nervous breath, and opened his mouth—
“Too tanned, can’t see clearly.”
Wang Xiaomie: “…” That’s not what I wanted to say!
Bai Yu: “…” You’re talking nonsense, I’m not that tannned, sob sob, I don’t believe it!
“…ask me another question,” Wang Xiaomie covered his face, “Please!”
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While muttering ‘you must be doing it on purpose,’ Bai Yu hesitated and said, “Then I’ll ask another question.”
“Crx, jrx, jrx delmxis.”
“You asked me to! Don’t laugh at me! Hehe… what do you think of me? I mean, my personality and stuff? I’ve recently started chatting with a girl, and we often play games together! Her voice is super cool, like an onē-san, you know! She even said I’m a good person, hehehe.” Bai Yu blushed and covered his face coyly, asking Xiaomie, “Do you think if I suggest meeting in person, she’ll agree?”
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“Tfjt, sfjt!”
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“Efjiis?! Qbk~~~”
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“Do you really think I would say that?” Wang Xiaomie’s expression changed. “Idiot!”
Bai Yu: “…”
“—dumb, silly, dunce, honest, although you’re a good person, ever since you came, I’ve been ordering ‘Six Walnuts‘ online every day.”
“As for the onē-san voice in the game? Hehe, don’t joke around. Would a real onē-san play games on weekdays? Behind that computer is definitely an unemployed guy picking his toes, using a voice card to deceive little fools like you, hehehehe——”
“And benxian? Don’t get carried away just because someone casually gives you a ‘good person’ card. Do you believe that after you say that, they’ll respond with, ‘Sure, sure, little brother, I’ll come find you!’ Then, in a minute, they’ll have you paying for their taxi fare, and once the red packet is transferred, they’ll block you, and it’ll be ‘Goodbye forever!'”
Wang Xiaomie, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, propped up his chin with his right hand, tilted his head, and squinted at Bai Yu, sneering: “Are you a fool?”
Bai Yu: “…”
A dagger stabbed firmly into his heart with a ‘pff!’ sound.
Wang Xiaomie: “Fool, fool, fool…”
Bai Yu: “…”
‘Pfff! Pfff! Pfff!’ He was stabbed three times since once wasn’t enough.
This wasn’t Truth or Dare at all; it was clearly Two Face!
Bai Yu gave a bleak smile, tears in his eyes, and squatted in a corner alone to lick his wounded, pure, and young heart.
On the other hand, Wang Xiaomie, who had regained clarity after uttering those words, held his head in his hands, burying his face in the sofa pillow, feeling utterly miserable.
He had clearly held back just now! But then his neck suddenly hurt, and Wang Xiaomie, as if transformed into a different person, started saying things he didn’t want to say.
I’m done for…
Oh Hell! Going out like this, won’t I be beaten to death?!!!
This must be a curse… Wang Xiaomie rubbed his neck, turned over, and with lifeless eyes, he said, “Da Bai, stop crying…”
“Ying, ying, ying…”
“Don’t cry, you little fool! Go get Wen Fengjin over here; I have something to tell you guys. Something big is happening…”
Two minutes later.
Wen Fengjin sat next to Wang Xiaomie with his legs crossed, wearing casual sports attire with a V-neck that revealed a small section of his collarbone. On the other side of the sofa, Bai Yu hugged a blue pillow in his arms.
Both of their gazes were fixed on Wang Xiaomie, who was hiding his face in his hands, questioning life.
“According to what you said, you can’t speak tactfully like usual, and you can only speak the truth?” Wen Fengjin frowned, “What if you don’t say anything?”
Wang Xiaomie replied, “If I don’t say anything, the feather pattern on my neck will hurt a lot.”
“That’s not the truth at all; it’s sarcasm, pure sarcasm!” Da Bai complained, clutching his young heart that had been stabbed into a hornet’s nest.
“Da Bai is right…” Wang Xiaomie struggled to sit up from the sofa, feeling hopeless, “Every time I open my mouth now, I’ll undoubtedly piss off people, and what I want to say in my heart isn’t like this. But in the end, what comes out is always something else.”
Wen Fengjin: “So it’s ‘heart and mouth at odds’.”
“No, not exactly,” Wang Xiaomie scratched his head, “Besides being a bit harsh in my speech, the words that come out are actually my true thoughts.”
“Waah~” Upon hearing this, Bai Yu burst into tears and went to the corner again to lick his wounds.
“Alas…” Wang Xiaomie sighed, covering his neck, “And I suspect the reason for all this is the feather pattern on my neck.”
Bai Yu poked his head out and asked curiously, “What feather pattern?”
“It’s…” Wang Xiaomie began explaining the appearance of the strange feather pattern that suddenly appeared on his body that day. After listening, Bai Yu was also confused, “This kind of thing doesn’t seem like a contagious disease. It might be a Gu, like those written in novels, capable of controlling people and such.”
Wang Xiaomie furrowed his brow, “I’ve actually suspected that too, but I haven’t had any contact with outsiders…”
“That’s true…”
Wang Xiaomie and Bai Yu fell into silence. At this moment, Wen Fengjin suddenly uncrossed his legs and asked Wang Xiaomie, “Besides this, is there anything else?”
“Anything else?” Wang Xiaomie asked, bewildered.
“It’s just…” Wen Fengjin pinched Wang Xiaomie’s chin, making him look at himself in the eyes. One pair of narrow eyes and one pair of clear eyes suddenly closed the distance.
“Why have you been avoiding me since this morning?”
“I haven’t… By the way, you’re too close…” The face so close made Wang Xiaomie dodge his gaze, and his big eyes spun around in panic.
He looked everywhere but at Wen Fengjin.
How should he explain? Should he say that these darn feathers come with a built-in “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” buff? Now, looking at Wen Fengjin, it feels like he has added a million beauty filters and is flashing the ‘take care’ hearts on Bilibili?
Wang Xiaomie’s deliberate evasion made Wen Fengjin’s expression darken, his brow slowly furrowing. The surrounding air pressure lowered, and Bai Yu dared not speak, peeping out a pair of puppy eyes from behind with a pillow, sneaking glances like a kitten.
“What are you hiding from me?”
“I haven’t, I have!”
Wen Fengjin said, “Is it because of last night, I…”
“You’re not allowed to mention last night!” Wang Xiaomie blushed and shoved him away. He’d rather tell a white lie and bear the pain than tell the truth.
After all, Da Bai is still eavesdropping from there! Can’t you stop talking!
Wen Fengjin pinched the hand resisting against his chest, his face turned pale with reluctance, but the next moment, he suddenly laughed.
Those eerie pupils turned into a cold abyss, the corners of his mouth lifted sharply. Although Wen Fengjin had a flawlessly beautiful face, that beauty came with a poisonous thorn. When he laughed like that, it made Wang Xiaomie afraid and gave him a sense of impending danger.
As his crisis alert sounded, Wang Xiaomie immediately moved and tried to flip over the back of the sofa to escape. However, his waist was completely embraced by someone.
The world spun, and the cool silver hair brushed against Wang Xiaomie’s face. When he came to his senses, he found himself being held by Wen Fengjin.
Wen Fengjin narrowed his eyes, lifting Wang Xiaomie on his shoulder and using that eerie, insane smile of a mad genius in a thriller, he said to Bai Yu, “Disappear from my sight, now.”
Bai Yu grabbed the pillow and swiftly darted into his room. All Wang Xiaomie saw was him running as if his ass was on fire and the securely locked door.
Wang Xiaomie: …From today, I don’t have a bro like you. Our friendship is over.
Recovering his smile, Wen Fengjin lowered his slender brows, taking slow steps toward the bathroom. Wang Xiaomie on his shoulder struggled vigorously, like a milk dog that can’t scratch and only bares its teeth. He started kicking and pounding Wen Fengjin’s back when he realized the danger.
In desperation, he even bit Wen Fengjin’s back through the clothes.
Wen Fengjin pressed down on the struggling figure on his shoulder with one hand while gripping the doorknob with the other.
The pain on his back made him laugh, “You can keep biting; I’ll let you bite your fill later.”
“……”
Wang Xiaomie silently released his bite and extended his claws to smooth out the wrinkled clothes, attempting to erase any evidence of the crime.
“Heh.”
The opened door was closed again.
Bottles and jars on the marble countertop of the washstand were pushed aside. The butt encased in branded black sports pants plopped down heavily, wetting the clothes with the still-damp water stains.
A few strands of long black hair fell into the round sink.
The slender fair hand fumbled for support, accidentally knocking over the hand soap nearby.
Two pairs of long legs dangled to the floor. The slippers, which were kicked off in the chaos, were nowhere to be found. The toes barely touched the ground, and someone stood in front of the washstand.
It also prevented those legs from closing.
Wang Xiaomie looked at Wen Fengjin, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, then lowered his head to examine his slim feet, recalling a meme.
Feet shoeless, it’s hopeless.
Translator:
I think WFJ knows exactly what is going on with WXM.
