535. My Male Protagonist
As night fell, the city bloomed into a lively spectacle of dazzling lights that sparkled brightly.
After watching the game, Ning Chu was still buzzing with excitement as she held Wen Yang’s hand, skipping along the bustling walking street.
“That game was amazing! My throat hurts from all the cheering; the atmosphere was just fantastic~”
“But everything around here is way too expensive. If it weren’t, I would definitely buy a set to take home.”
“Wen Yang! Look over there!”
Wen Yang turned to where she pointed and saw a couple in wedding attire striking poses for their photos not far away.
“Will you take me to sh**t when we get married?”
“Forget it! I don’t want to be a spectacle.”
Ning Chu pouted, but couldn’t help herself as she tiptoed to get a better look at the newlyweds. With her eyes slightly widened, she mused, “That wedding dress is so beautiful~ The bride is stunning too.”
“I’ll make sure to get you an even prettier one in the future.”
“Let’s see if you have the ability~” She looked up at Wen Yang with a teasing smile and added, “What if you end up poor and can’t even afford a wedding photo sh**t?”
“Then you’d probably kick me to the curb long before that, right?”
Ning Chu furrowed her brow in disbelief: “Am I that kind of person? Even though your gaming skills are terrible, I still play support for you every day. I haven’t complained about you at all, have I?!”
“Isn’t it that your support skills are even worse? You still rely on my experience.”
“If I can’t even carry myself, how could I possibly be worse?!”
Somehow, they had diverted the conversation to gaming, and Wen Yang chuckled, shaking his head and stepping back, conceding, “Okay, okay, I’m bad.”
This girl always had a hard head; it was impossible to win against her now.
To make a Succubus submit, they needed to change the venue.
With a victorious grin, Ning Chu snapped back, “You’re bad but still talk back!”
She pulled her envious gaze away, hiding it as she continued walking with Wen Yang: “Let’s go! It’s boring watching them take wedding photos.”
They strolled for a few minutes before arriving at the Huangpu River.
Ning Chu quickened her pace, letting go of Wen Yang’s hand to jog ahead, resting her arms on the railing at the riverbank as she gazed at the moonlit water, reflections of the sky, and buildings dancing on the surface.
The river breeze tousled her long hair, and the strands reflected the vibrant lights, swirling like an unruly ribbon in the wind.
Wen Yang followed slowly behind, instinctively stopping to admire the girl who looked like a city sprite by the river.
Ning Chu, however, was displeased and called back, “Hair tie! I need to tie my hair up.”
“Wait a second.” He dug into his bag and pulled out a hair tie, handing it to her while grinning, “Actually, your hair looks good down too.”
“It gets all messy when the wind blows…” She sighed, “Forget it. Just tie it for me, but be gentle.”
“Got it.”
Wen Yang stood behind her, expertly gathering her silky hair, while she leaned against the railing, humming a random tune with her clear voice that was absolutely off-key.
“What song is that?”
“I’m just humming whatever.”
“It sounds nice.”
“Then why did you cover your ears when I sang at karaoke before?”
Wen Yang was momentarily at a loss for words, quickly changing the subject: “Aren’t you cold? It’s pretty windy.”
The Little Succubus had a decent voice that could be sweet and charming but, let’s just say her singing wasn’t up to par—each note was off-key. While someone was belting out “Love Confession,” she was humming “d*ath Balloon.”
As Zhang Shaoqing would say: Given the choice between hearing Ning Chu sing and experiencing d*ath, I’d choose d*ath.
Then, of course, that rich kid got chased down the street.
“I’m still wearing a sunscreen coat; it helps block some of the wind.”
With her hair simply tied back, Ning Chu leaned back, resting against Wen Yang’s chest.
She tilted her head, wanting to say something, but instead, she accidentally jabbed her head into Wen Yang’s pecs.
“Ah! Sorry!”
“It’s fine; I’m used to it,” Wen Yang assured her, grinning through the pain.
Though he might occasionally get bumped or poked, those pecs were a reliable steering wheel, adding a playful charm to Ning Chu.
Ning Chu turned around, apologetically reaching out to poke his chest: “Does it still hurt? I’ll be more careful next time.”
“If you keep poking, it won’t be about whether it hurts or not.”
“……”
There were plenty of people around!
She glanced down at Little Wen Yang, feeling guilty as she shifted her stance to block the view of nearby tourists.
Can’t let those shameless fox eyes find their way over here.
Ning Chu leaned against the railing again, gazing across the river at the dazzling lights and the towering Oriental Pearl. Her voice dropped a bit: “It’s all too lively and glamorous; it doesn’t suit me.”
“I prefer small cities too.”
“Wen Yang, will you change in the future?”
“People change over time, right?” Wen Yang stepped closer, leaning against the railing beside her in the same manner, “No matter how much I change, I’ll always like you.”
Ning Chu muttered worriedly, “I’m a bit concerned you’ll go down the wrong path…”
In this flashy world, there are endless tempting allures leading one to depravity, but thankfully, Wen Yang worked in tech and didn’t have to deal with too much socializing.
Countless university students morph into versions of themselves they once looked down upon after stepping into society.
“Shouldn’t I be the one worrying?” Wen Yang chuckled, teasing her, “There are plenty of men here richer, better-looking, and more talented than me.”
“Better-looking than you?” Ning Chu turned her head, chuckling, “There’s probably no one like that in the world!”
“That’s the view from your romantic eyes.”
“No, I’m serious…” She shook her head in denial, “You’re my male protagonist, okay? You fit my aesthetic perfectly!”
With a handsome face that balanced softness and masculinity, a fit and tall frame, dressed elegantly yet muscled when undressed… Wen Yang was originally her fantasy character in her novels—what could be more perfect for her?
“Yet here I am, a major author turned into the heroine.” Wen Yang wrapped his arm around her waist, “Regret it? Following me into the tough times.”
She looked up at him, her bright eyes filled with soft moonlight, and shook her head vigorously.
“Not at all!”
She leaned closer to Wen Yang, snuggling into his embrace, whispering, “Working hard together is the most romantic thing, right~”
“How lucky I am to meet you…”
Wen Yang chuckled bitterly, resting his chin on her head and gently stroking her hair.
“My male protagonist, I don’t care who else does!” Ning Chu tilted her head and lightly bumped his cheek with her horn, teasing, “In the books, you had tons of beautiful women and even a rich lady sponsoring you. Aren’t you jealous?”
“Well, maybe a little…”
Wen Yang’s foot got stepped on suddenly, and his expression went stiff: “But I think this is better right now.”
“Exactly~”
