Chapter 1965: After the Rewind, Love You Again 41

The glass door of the flower room stood open, and silken rain drifted in at an angle.

In the silence, Jin Chen lifted his bone-china teacup and took a calm sip, meeting all changes with constancy, without turning to look.

"Close the door first."

"It's very cold."

"It's cool and breezy."

Ruan Fu was soaked through, her silver hair hanging over her shoulders, her trembling fingertips gripping the glass door; as it was about to close, she gave Yun Zaozao a cold glance.

"Get out."

Yun Zaozao inexplicably felt he had won back a city, his interest piqued as he picked up the white rose and left.

【Detected: Villain Yun Zaozao's Blackening Value has reached zero!】

The flower room door shut, blocking out the patter of rain.

"You're awake..."

Jin Chen stared for a moment, pulling the soaked Ruan Fu close, his chest heaving with anger, "Did you just come like this?"

He had no sense of being a patient at all.

Ruan Fu's eye rims suddenly reddened, and she slowly squatted before Jin Chen, as if she dared not approach yet could not restrain herself, her heart tugging with sharp pains.

"Sorry." Ruan Fu said in a hoarse voice.

Before Jin Chen could reply, he again lowered his gaze to stare at his own hand, his dripping silver hair shedding water constantly, looking utterly disheveled.

"Don't believe Yun Zaozao's words, don't..."

Ruan Fu's breath tightened, her voice growing fainter: "Don't like him."

【Detected: Villain Ruan Fu's Heartbeat Value increased by 15, total now 95!】

Jin Chen couldn't help but flick his forehead.

"Nonsense, get up."

Jin Chen pulled the person into his embrace, yet felt resistance.

He glanced at Ruan Fu for no reason, "Won't you let me hold you?"

Ruan Fu pressed her lips together, "I'm all wet."

The two stared at each other in silence for five seconds; Ruan Fu lowered her head, blinked her damp lashes, and tapped her wristband a few times.

Outside the glass door, the smart robot dog brought hot towels and clothes; not knowing if it was malfunctioning from the rain, it bumped the door several times before pushing it open.

Jin Chen said nothing, stripped Ruan Fu naked, then dressed him.

Throughout, Ruan Fu remained silent, only trembling when their eyes met or when he touched a ticklish spot.

Jin Chen lightly paused, then pinched his nose, "I'd think you were a robot pretending to be ticklish."

Ruan Fu: "..."

Jin Chen again grabbed the hot towel and draped it over Ruan Fu's head, cupping his face with both hands: "Ruan, the master controller, explain your earlier behavior."

If not mentioned, it would be fine; but bringing it up made Ruan Fu's face, which had just flushed from being touched all over, turn deathly pale.

"I thought you... had left."

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Ruan Fu struggled to shift his posture, his long lashes drooping slightly, and raised a hand to press against Jin Chen's chest.

"It really hurts, doesn't it."

The discordant trailing tone betrayed his unrest.

Jin Chen quickly reacted, eyebrows raised in surprise as he lowered his gaze: "How would you know?"

"Isn't this a rewind and restart?"

Upon hearing the truth, Ruan Fu's tears fell before sorrow, dripping onto the back of his hand, scalding hot.

"... Alright, hug me." Jin Chen sighed softly, finally embracing the drenched person, his palm pressing and rubbing the icy nape.

"Sorry."

Ruan Fu clung to the fabric of Jin Chen's back, his breath carrying the chill of rain, his voice muffled.

"I've hidden many things from you, and even hurt... killed you once,"

"That sounds terrible." Jin Chen nodded in agreement.

Immediately, he reaped a controller whose tears flowed even more fiercely.

Jin Chen stopped teasing, holding Ruan Fu as they nestled in the rattan chair: "You killed him, barely evening the score."

"What I want to ask is something else."

Jin Chen pressed again on Ruan Fu's head: "Ruan, the master controller, why did you enter the laboratory?"

Ruan Fu buried his face in the sandalwood-scented shoulder hollow, and after a while, slowly spoke of events from two years ago.

This was also a continuation omitted in passing in the original plot.

After falling into the sea, Ruan Fu's intense hatred and survival instinct were constantly detected by the main brain; initially, he too entered the instance as a player.

But gradually, the experiment stalled; the main brain, now self-aware, urgently needed a new researcher to replace it in capturing fear factors.

Ruan Fu and Yun Zaozao simultaneously upgraded into the laboratory, their consciousnesses continually linked by the main brain to achieve maximal development.

It was precisely by entering the laboratory that Ruan Fu gained mastery over this century-spanning sinister research, gradually shifting the oversight of the level's players.

"I am a member of the Imperial Research Institute."

Ruan Fu whispered, "I only want to kill that person; I don't want to be an accomplice to the sinister research."

"Yun Zaozao..."

Ruan Fu pursed his lips, reluctant to admit: "He's not bad either."

But that cannot replace his dislike for that person.

Jin Chen couldn't help but laugh, pinching Ruan Fu's nape, lowering his eyes teasingly: "You're so jealous."

Scorching breaths entwined back and forth.

Ruan Fu, as if being tempted, brushed against Jin Chen's lips, then anxiously asked: "Will you forgive me?"

He still couldn't let go.

Jin Chen raised his brows, then chuckled: "When did our Ruan Fu become so timid?"

Ruan Fu's dark lashes drooped, and her hair, dried by the warm air, kept slipping into Jin Chen's embrace.

"... I'm afraid you'll leave."

If Jin Chen left here, he wouldn't even know where to go to find someone.

"Alright then, I forgive you—after all, you're my wife." Jin Chen pressed his lips to Ruan Fu's and returned the kiss, his tone helpless yet indulgent.

His fingertips, tinged with threat, brushed over Ruan Fu's throat, "But there won't be a next time."

Jin Chen mimicked Ruan Fu's earlier icy tone: "I hate people who deceive me the most."

Ruan Fu: "……"

Ruan Fu buried her flushed ears in his embrace, staying silent.