ATIGIBTC Chapter 137

He Fang was kissed.

When He Fang saw the Divine Lord’s exquisitely handsome face magnified right before his eyes, his first reaction was confusion, his second reaction was stupefaction, the third reaction was the extremely soft touch on his lips and the very comfortable warmth, along with the perfect sensation as it invaded, and the fourth reaction was that his own territory was uncontrollably being invaded.

After that, He Fang no longer knew what his brain was turning over. The deliveryman’s fingers grasped the slightly long strands of his hair. In this intertwining, He Fang was completely unable to resist; he didn’t even know what resistance meant. Such intimate contact seemed like something that could only appear in a dream. All he could do was tilt his head upward, forced to meet the deliveryman’s height.

This moment lasted a long time. The deliveryman was even more entangled, as if a thousand words finally condensed into this single kiss. He Fang thought he should be struggling to breathe, but he wasn’t. Between the entanglement, there was always air flowing in, so he felt no pain, but his entire body lost all strength.

Even if he wanted to break free, for some unknown reason, he simply couldn’t resist at all, as if the deliveryman was born to suppress him this way.

He Fang felt something was wrong. After a long time, he finally noticed the abnormality and tried to push the deliveryman away.

He originally thought it would be difficult to push the deliveryman away, but unexpectedly, it was very easy. Just a single push from his small amount of strength caused the other to step back accordingly.

At this moment, the deliveryman’s extremely beautiful eyes looked pure and light-colored. He Fang couldn’t say exactly what shade of light color it was. They shimmered brilliantly, exceedingly beautiful. In his eyes flashed the color of admiring heavenly light, like the aurora, breathtakingly beautiful and seductive. And as the one being tempted, the words He Fang just wanted to say were completely stuck in his throat.

The deliveryman’s delicate face was almost impossible to describe with any words. At this moment, a flush appeared on his fair cheeks, an expression completely immersed in that one kiss. He parted his lips slightly, even unconsciously breathing heavily, his eyes filled with insatiable dissatisfaction and longing, as if tempting the whole world to abandon everything for him.

He Fang only felt his brain buzzing, completely unable to resist the deliveryman’s temptation. Yet the deliveryman’s actions shocked him deeply. He still seemed to feel the lingering intertwining, the other’s breath, and the forced entanglement. He Fang felt his mind was utterly out of control, repeatedly replaying that scene just now. Everything before his eyes suddenly went dark.

At this moment, the deliveryman seemed to regain some composure from that eager kiss. His slender, fair, long fingers unconsciously stroked his own lips, pressing them slightly, as if savoring this very rare kiss.

He Fang instantly felt as if his hair was standing on end.

The deliveryman’s shimmering eyes now stared tightly at He Fang, locking him completely within his sight. He curled the corner of his mouth, showing no hint of regret: “Customer, you can never imagine how many times I have wanted to do this to you.”

He Fang felt everything before his eyes became unreal, like a fantasy world. Yet his dazed mind was desperately trying to analyze the deliveryman’s words.

“I like you, love you, admire you, hope to spend my life with you, hope to be inseparable from you, hope to touch you, hope to hear your voice. For a long time, a very, very long time, I have been watching you.” The deliveryman seemed to be unleashing all the emotions he had been trying to suppress for so long, all at once, right in front of He Fang.

But then, He Fang quickly darted into the bedroom and slammed the door shut with a bang. He even locked it from the inside, showing no mercy or consideration for the deliveryman at all.

Divine Lord: “……”

He Fang leaned against the door, glanced around, and even wanted to brace something against it. But unfortunately, the only thing movable in the bedroom was that gaming chair.

He Fang simply used his own body to block the door. His hands covered his cheeks, feeling his brain flooding with blood. He knew his face must already be blazing red.

But unlike his usual social anxiety reactions, there was also a very strange feeling spreading in his chest. What that feeling was, He Fang didn’t know; even now, the redness in his face didn’t feel like social anxiety but rather embarrassment.

He Fang thought about what the deliveryman had said. His mind wildly ran through words like “crazy”, “insane”, “impossible”, “me? No way”, and so on. He even wondered if he was so afraid of going outside that his body was reacting with fear. Maybe he was actually dreaming, having an unrealistic dream.

The deliveryman likes him? A god from that world confessing to him? He Fang thought that even in his dreams, he wouldn’t dare to do something like that.

But what made He Fang feel even more uncomfortable was that he didn’t just think that, he actually felt joy because of it!

This was absolutely ridiculous!

He unconsciously touched his own lips.

Back in puberty, hadn’t he also hoped for a unique relationship of his own? But over time, He Fang knew he wasn’t suited for romance; his personality would definitely bring misfortune to his partner, so he gave up on it early. Yet when playing games, he always enjoyed the romance routes.

In his heart, he longed for a truly special relationship of his own. In this world, the most unique special relationship is with a partner.

Parents can have another child, friendships can be countless, but love is one and only.

Back in his most desperate moments, during his chūnibyō phase, He Fang once hoped that one day he could see in real life a person full of sunshine who would rescue him from his dark world, just like in countless movies and dramas, so that they could find happiness together.

But every time after indulging in such fantasies, He Fang would soberly face reality even more clearly.

He even once thought that as long as there was someone to help him, to save him, willing to be his one and only, he could disregard that person’s personality, gender, or character, just because his chūnibyō was over. He Fang also knew how ridiculous that thought was.

But that was in the real world, and now He Fang knew he was in a magical world.

At this moment, the deliveryman quietly stood at the door without making any sound. He Fang, leaning against the door, suddenly wondered if he had just hallucinated.

Driven by some strange impulse, He Fang pinched himself. Ouch. It hurt, and not only the pinch hurt, but his tongue also tingled; it clearly wasn’t fake.

But why was the deliveryman so silent? He Fang vaguely felt that he himself had calmed down, but what was the deliveryman doing? As He Fang calmed down, his heart grew anxious and restless. He didn’t want to make the deliveryman angry. To him, the deliveryman was very special; before He Fang even realized that the current world was the real world, the deliveryman was the most real person in this world for him.

Also…

The only one…

Who suddenly confessed to him.

Although it was somewhat shocking, and upon careful thought, there seemed to be many little tricks involved, none of that mattered to He Fang.

No one would understand how much he longed for a relationship that was incredibly special to him. He was also very important to the other person.

He Fang began to feel restless and wanted to open the bedroom door to see the deliveryman.

Finally, the deliveryman spoke.

Hearing the deliveryman’s voice, He Fang let out a deep, relieved breath.

He quietly listened as the deliveryman spoke.

“Suddenly telling the customer ‘I like you’ must be very confusing for the customer, but I’m sincere. I always have been.”

“The customer may have only recently started seeing me, but actually, I’ve been watching the customer for a very long, long time.”

“From the first time the customer encountered the game ‘Ruins Without Restart’, I was already watching the customer.”

“I recognized the customer earlier than anyone else, and understood the customer’s goodness earlier than anyone else. It was because I couldn’t resist my selfishness that I brought the customer from another world.”

“I didn’t want to confess to the customer so hastily and cause confusion, but I hope to get ahead of countless others and let the customer understand my feelings.”

“Everyone likes the customer; they like you. But I’m very afraid that I’m not the most special one among them. No matter what, I want to be the most unique person in the customer’s life. Just like the place you hold in my heart, my feelings for you are far more complicated than simple love.”

“I have many, many, many feelings for you. I’ve always been in the game, seen countless people, seen all beings, but only you make me wholeheartedly devoted. I may not understand the complex emotions of humans, but because of you, I have feelings.”

“Everything I am is given by you.”

“I’m a little impatient, I know, but at least let me be the first. The one who establishes a place in the customer’s heart. Let me have just a little more privilege than others, okay?”

“Customer, if you do not blame me for my selfishness, then please give me the first chance to love you.”

He Fang listened to the deliveryman’s voice. It was humble, completely unlike the carefree and sunny deliveryman he usually was.

He Fang remembered playing the single-player version of “Ruins Without Restart” for three years. It had been about three and a half years up to now.

But the time inside “Ruins Without Restart” had already passed for much, much longer.

NPCs appear and die, but the deliveryman, as a landmark in the game and possibly an administrator, naturally would not die.

Unconsciously, He Fang curled up his legs, a sudden realization dawning in his heart.

Could it be that, during the time he had felt so depressed, thinking no one would ever care about him, the deliveryman had actually been caring for him all along?

He Fang instinctively grasped his own clothes, feeling somewhat excited—excited that he had never truly been abandoned.

He Fang was insecure. At this moment, he even doubted whether he deserved the deliveryman’s affection. But no matter what, he didn’t want to say it out loud. Even if it was an illusion, he hoped the deliveryman would insist on liking him.

Even knowing that many people in this world were kind to him, to He Fang, these were all virtual.

For him now, the only real person was actually the deliveryman.

“Customer.” At this moment, He Fang heard the deliveryman leaning against the door panel. They were separated by a fragile door, yet they could clearly hear each other’s voices. The deliveryman’s voice was hoarse as he spoke with effort: “I’ve been waiting for you. I don’t necessarily need your response, but I will keep waiting for you. I can silently accompany you, just like before.”

He Fang’s heart couldn’t help but be touched.

Everything happening now felt like a dream.

A dream from his chūnibyō days, completely turning real.

A stunning man descended from the sky to confess to him, taking him into another world to find his meaning.

He Fang wanted to speak, but he still felt a bit socially anxious—no… not social anxiety, but hesitation.

He didn’t want to disappoint the deliveryman. He wanted to reply.

He Fang turned around and leaned against the door. He wanted to speak, but now that he was face-to-face with the deliveryman, he lost the courage to say anything.

He Fang grasped the door handle and cautiously said, “I… I don’t know how to respond to you. I’m very confused right now.”

The deliveryman replied softly, “I’ll wait for you.”

He Fang stammered, “You said… you li… like me… I’m really happy, truly.”

“Mm.” The deliveryman’s voice carried a hint of a smile.

“I—I don’t know what to do now. I’m still trying to accept this, to come to terms with it…” He Fang found he couldn’t clearly express his thoughts.

“I’ll be with you,” the deliveryman said, giving He Fang a reassuring answer.

“I’m clueless about love…” He Fang didn’t want to reject him, but he didn’t know how to refuse either.

“I’ll explore it with you,” the deliveryman gently soothed.

“I… I definitely… I definitely like you, it’s just… I don’t know if it’s love…” He Fang stammered, speaking hurriedly, though no one was rushing him.

“I’ll wait for you to understand,” the deliveryman answered warmly.

“We… can start by getting to know each other. I want to know your world, this world… and if there are many people…” He Fang stammered, his eyes reddened.

“I’ll be with you,” the deliveryman patiently repeated, saying words that made He Fang feel incredibly at ease.

He Fang spoke a lot, rambling and scattered, but the deliveryman always managed to give him the most comforting replies.

The deliveryman was incredibly gentle, making He Fang feel as if he were soaking in a warm spring, enveloped by flowing water, comfortable and cozy.

“Customer, no matter what it is, I’m willing to stay by your side.” In the end, when He Fang couldn’t say a word, the deliveryman smiled and said, “Because from the very beginning, my request and wish were to become the most special one, to accompany you.”

He Fang’s heart raced wildly.

Not out of social anxiety, but from nervousness.

The deliveryman’s limitless acceptance made him almost want to cry.

It was like a long-held dream’s plea, blessed by the heavens.

“Can you give me this chance?” The deliveryman asked through the door.

He Fang pressed his lips together, a hint of shyness in his eyes. He was too embarrassed to speak directly.

But the hand holding the bedroom door handle trembled slightly.

He slowly opened the tightly closed bedroom door.

At that moment, it seemed as if sunlight poured through the crack of the door.

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