Ren Yifei sensed the 'wealthy and powerful' nature of the product through one particular skill.
Theoretically speaking, ten years' worth of living expenses is not much. If the character is poor, with an annual living expense of 10,000, ten years would only amount to 100,000.
But considering that it allows for the exchange of goods without restrictions on quantity or type, I feel that this amount of money is quite substantial.
Whether a friend is good or not isn't judged by whether they're willing to have long talks with you when you're successful, but by whether they're willing to drink with you when you're down on your luck. The same applies to skills.
A good skill is one that can be helpful in difficult times.
"If it's a copy made from materials that are scarce, its effect might be even greater than an S-rank attack skill," Saman also noticed.
"Well, what pleases me even more is that the Desolate Corner seems unable to interfere with the distribution of game rewards." The Desolate Corner itself certainly doesn't want them to continue to increase their strength, yet the rewards given this time are still generous and practical, which shows that the Desolate Corner has its own independent operating rules, and it itself cannot change too much.
This shows that, at least when playing games, it is still a relatively fair environment.
"Next game, together again?" Saman's chair bumped into Ren Yifei's at some point. The two chairs were very close, and they were very close as well. Especially when Saman had one hand on the back of Ren Yifei's chair, it seemed like there was a special intimacy between them.
Very few people can resist Ren Yifei's indifferent demeanor. Even if he says yes at first, he will demand more later, and he will go crazy if he doesn't get what he wants.
No matter how much you do, I won't be moved.
"Why be moved?" Samantha didn't like to complicate simple things; liking and being moved were two different things.
He was too close, and that sweet fragrance enveloped Ren Yifei, just like the person in front of him—exceptionally sweet and soft, enough to soothe the pain brought by the indifference of the world.
He had been wondering what exactly he was smelling, and now he knew.
"If the soul had a flavor, what do you think you would taste like?" Ren Yifei suddenly asked him.
This was an interesting question. Samantha thought for a while and said, "Hmm, orange soda?"
Sweet and sour orange-flavored soda? Ren Yifei couldn't help but laugh; that was a very cute flavor too.
"Isn't that right? This was my favorite thing when I was a child."
"It's the smell of a dessert shop on a street corner in winter," Ren Yifei said with certainty. And it was a quiet, cold winter night, with the dessert shop lit up with orange lights and displaying soft pastries.
This was a novel idea; Samantha had never imagined his soul could taste so delicious. He knew it was just a metaphor, but for a moment, looking at Ren Yifei's earnest expression, Samantha felt it was true.
It tastes just like the desserts that Ah Fei likes.
"What do you think you taste like, Ah Fei?"
"What does it taste like?" Ren Yifei was also curious about what he would taste like in other people's eyes.
"It smells like sunshine." Samantha smiled and leaned closer, as if to kiss him, but restrained herself. "I like the smell of sunshine. Does Afei like the smell of dessert shops?"
Samantha's heart pounded. He awaited Ren Yifei's response, yet was also filled with a hidden worry that he would be met with a clear rejection.
Ren Yifei suddenly noticed that Saman's eyes were a beautiful yellowish-brown when the sunlight shone on them, just like melted sugar cubes.
"How could I not like the smell of the candy house?" he thought to himself. It was the thing he longed for most in the fairy tales that someone had told him by chance, a house surrounded by sweetness and happiness.
At that time, he thought that if someone came to him with a candy house to trick him, he would definitely be fooled.
As a result, no one tried to trick him with a candy house when he was a child, but when he grew up, a man used the aroma of a dessert shop to entice him.
His heart was filled with a soft fragrance. Just as Ren Yifei was about to turn around to speak, he suddenly noticed two very noticeable guiding spirits beside him. His own was looking at them with a curious expression.
What he's about to do might set a bad example for children.
"Huh? What's that?"
Following Ren Yifei's gaze, the guiding spirit changed direction, and Saman's gaze also shifted. Suddenly, a hand reached out and touched his face, and sunlight drew closer.
Samantha felt as if his lips had been touched by a falling petal, and dewdrops had moistened his lips.
"I like it."
A kiss, fleeting and brief.
Ren Yifei calmly picked up his water glass and drank: "It's a little sweet."
Samantha held the cup in his hand, his eyes slightly widened.
When the two guiding spirits turned back, Saman's face was already as red as if he were drunk.
"There's nothing in that direction. What's wrong with this player? Is he having an allergic reaction?" A large question mark appeared on the guide sprite's screen.
Saman's guiding spirit had already figured it out. Unable to stand its host's foolishness, it sneered, "Yes, an allergy." An allergy to love.
The twilight light fell on the sea, casting a gentle filter over the world, and Samantha's heart began to flutter and dance. He savored the moment, feeling a pang of regret, utterly disappointed in his performance.
"hooligan..."
"No." He knew what Saman was planning just by the sweetness in that voice.
"Again. That was too fast." The wolf in Samantha's heart howled under the moonlight. How could such a brief encounter be enough? Not enough, not enough. Licking bones and meat wouldn't satisfy him.
"How many more do you want..."
Two shadows overlapped, their breaths mingling.
Having received permission, the wolf abandoned his feigned docility and cuteness. He plundered everything he could have, and listening to the damp, nasal voice beside him, his eyes turned a vibrant green, as if he hadn't eaten for three days and three nights.
The guide sprite was dumbfounded, and a string of garbled characters appeared on the screen.
The guiding spirit of Samantha was much calmer, its light screen displaying only a single, ancient-looking cigarette: How could a host who deserves to be single until the end of the world have a companion? It truly couldn't understand humans.
regret.
Now I regret it.
It should take a few more days to get it done.
Looking at the teeth marks on his neck in the mirror, Ren Yifei's face turned as black as ink: Is this person born in the Year of the Dog? Why can't they leave a mark?
Samantha lay on the bathroom door, looking as pitiful as a dog soaked in the rain: "Ah Fei, I was wrong. If you're unhappy, bite me too?"
He knew perfectly well that Ren Yifei was more responsive to gentle persuasion than force, so he was pretending to be obedient at this moment.
The door suddenly opened, and Saman, who was clinging to the door, almost fell inside.
"Ah Fei." His eyes were bright, and a wolf tail that seemed to sway back and forth almost appeared behind him.
"Heh." Ren Yifei didn't want to pay him any attention.
However, just as Saman had relentlessly pursued him before and couldn't be driven away, it was even more impossible to drive him away now. Not to mention indifference, even turning him into an ice block wouldn't drive him away.
Ren Yifei simply ignored him and contacted Boss A Jin to discuss seeing a sample of "Ant Nest." They arranged to meet the next morning.
Saman peeled an apple for him, cut it into pieces, and made him some tea, then went about his business in front of the screen.
Although there was another person in the house, Ren Yifei didn't feel uncomfortable. In the past, even when his assistant walked around his residence, he would feel uncomfortable as if his private life was being invaded.
Is it because I'm too used to it? But it's been less than two months, so it can't be called being used to it.
"Knock knock." The table was tapped twice. He looked up and saw Saman holding up a piece of white paper: Can I come with you?
There was also a pitiful, teary-eyed expression next to it.
Saman's shrewd expression was a bit cringe-worthy.
"..." Ren Yifei continued typing, "I will go with my friends tomorrow."
Saman smiled smugly, then his expression turned harmless the moment Ren Yifei looked over.
Ren Yifei smirked: Just keep pretending.
"Your friend?" Boss Ajin was a little surprised, because her impression of Ren Yifei was that he was a loner and she had never heard that Black Rabbit was particularly close to anyone... No, there really was one.
"Okay," Boss Ajin replied. She guessed a name but didn't ask. It wasn't really her concern anyway.
As he closed the communication page, a smiling face appeared beside him: "Is it the instance where Afei becomes an elf?"
"Hmm." Ren Yifei suddenly remembered that Saman knew his role was 'Jiang', but he didn't know that he had also disguised himself as 'Gucheng' and even had scenes with him.
Thinking about this, Ren Yifei felt a mix of emotions. He began to look forward to seeing the sample footage tomorrow: "It's 'Ant Nest,' and I'll also send over the video of 'Mini-Games.' But tonight I need to do some rough editing and delete some content that's inconvenient to release."
Samantha didn't know what Ren Yifei was expecting; he was just overjoyed and wanted nothing more than to introduce himself to everyone Ren Yifei knew. The mere thought of those three words on his tongue made him feel as if he were being overwhelmed by happiness.
"I'm so incredibly excited right now." Noticing Ren Yifei wasn't working but just spacing out, Saman came over and rubbed against his neck. Actually, he wanted to bite him more, but he couldn't.
Ren Yifei suspected that Saman was like a cat, trying to transfer all her scent onto him and subtly assert her dominance.
However, he didn't dislike it.
I crave a warm, close embrace, I yearn for human warmth. I used to only find warmth in the characters I played, but now it seems I can feel it a little bit from others too.
Therefore, Ren Yifei could not refuse.
No need for anything more intimate; just snuggling together and embracing is enough to relieve our long-standing skin thirst.
"Ah Fei." Seeing that Ren Yifei was willing to let it go, Saman tentatively asked, "Can I leave a pair of slippers here?"
Ren Yifei doesn't like other people's things appearing in his room, but this time he agreed; it was just a pair of slippers, nothing serious.
"Where's your water cup?" He pointed to the glass he had just bought, which looked exactly like Ren Yifei's.
Ren Yifei thought for a moment and then nodded.
"Where's my adorable boyfriend?" Samantha shamelessly patted himself on the back.
"no."
As the sun set and night fell, the adorable boyfriend, after failing to get a goodnight kiss, left Ren Yifei's house dejectedly and went to the neighbor's house.
The equally adorable guide sprite cried out, "I shouldn't have let him in this morning! He's going to steal my players. I know you'll forget about me once you have a new player."
The guiding spirit seemed to be acting like the eldest son of a second child, full of drama. Ren Yifei was both amused and exasperated: "Watch less TV, wake me up at seven tomorrow."
"oh."
Ren Yifei thought he would dream about 'lust' and receive a 'it smells so good' comment. But that night he slept very soundly and didn't dream about anything.
He woke up very early the next day, feeling lighter and more relaxed than ever before. Even when brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, his complexion seemed rosier than usual.
The door opened, and a man stood there, holding a bunch of freshly picked wildflowers and carrying a thermos, bathed in the morning dew. Seeing Ren Yifei, he smiled and said, "Good morning, shall we have breakfast together?"
"Okay," Ren Yifei said.
A new and beautiful day has begun.