Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 12

Wen Huiyun held Ye Zhuoyan’s hand in return, using her strength to stand up. Ye Zhuoyan sat back on the edge of the bed and said softly to Wen Huiyun, “Just sit on the bed.”

With two people now seated on the single bed, it suddenly felt a bit cramped.

The carpet beneath their feet was soft, and the warm glow of the lamp cast a cozy light. In the quiet little room, they could hear each other’s breathing, while the scents of caramel macchiato and vanilla marshmallow lingered in the air.

At home, Ye Zhuoyan had always avoided Wen Huiyun, and Wen Huiyun had consciously stayed out of her room. Sitting together voluntarily on the bed like this was a first for them.

Wen Huiyun had just finished bathing, her long hair dried and warm, emitting the fresh fragrance of shampoo. Her white linen T-shirt draped smoothly over her body, and her slender, fair fingers rested neatly on her knees.

Her appearance was identical to the original host exceptionally delicate for an alpha. With her well-proportioned oval face and slightly upturned eyes that even carried a hint of allure, she sat quietly by the bed, gentle and well-behaved, like a smiling little white fox, one that secretly wagged its fluffy tail.

The original host had loved heavy smoky makeup and wore bizarre black visual-kei outfits, poorly matched and looking like a mess, claiming it gave off a more “alpha” tough vibe. But her bare-faced appearance at home was anything but “tough,” earning her ridicule from so-called friends who mocked her as a “pretty boy.”

Wen Huiyun couldn’t care less about being called a “pretty boy.” She rejected appearance anxiety, opting for comfort and simple elegance. After transmigrating, she packed up the original host’s closet full of makeup and tossed it into storage. At home, she went bare-faced, and outside, she wore light, natural makeup. Everyone around her praised her for looking years younger.

Ye Zhuoyan also seemed to prefer her current look, which greatly encouraged Wen Huiyun: Great, Zhuoyan accepts my natural appearance.

Thinking this, Wen Huiyun happily tapped her fingertips against her knees.

Ye Zhuoyan sat very close to her, just a finger’s width apart, her jet-black hair cascading like a waterfall, draping smoothly over her shoulders and waist.

Wen Huiyun’s gaze wandered from Ye Zhuoyan’s hair to her full chest and slender waist before snapping back like an electric shock, lowering her eyes to avoid further wandering.

Noticing her fidgeting, Ye Zhuoyan’s eyes sparkled with a playful glint under the light, a hint of coy amusement in them.

Feeling Ye Zhuoyan’s gaze, Wen Huiyun instinctively pressed her feet together.

A soft, warm fragrance of vanilla marshmallow drew closer as Ye Zhuoyan leaned in, her graceful silhouette cast by the floor lamp falling over Wen Huiyun.

Wen Huiyun’s heart raced at breakneck speed, her breath growing warm. When Ye Zhuoyan touched her, she abruptly closed her eyes.

“Zhuo… Hmm?”

Something cool touched her palm. Opening her eyes, she saw three small green pills placed there by Ye Zhuoyan, who also held a glass of warm water in her left hand.

“What’s this?”

Ye Zhuoyan lowered her eyes and handed her the glass. “Cold medicine.”

Touched, Wen Huiyun thought, Zhuoyan cares so much personally giving me medicine. So thoughtful and gentle.

Obediently swallowing the pills, Wen Huiyun placed her hands back on her knees, her voice tinged with a soft, nasal tone. “Thank you.”

Another cool touch this time, a small white pill.

Wen Huiyun asked, “Is this also cold medicine?”

Ye Zhuoyan showed her the box of loratadine. “Allergy medicine.”

Ye Zhuoyan was allergic to nuts, so it wasn’t strange for her to always keep allergy medication on hand. But why would Ye Zhuoyan want her to take it?

Although Wen Huiyun was delighted by Ye Zhuoyan’s concern, she knew one shouldn’t take medicine unnecessarily.

With a smile, Wen Huiyun returned the pill to its box: “Thank you, Zhuoyan, but I don’t need to take allergy medication.”

Ye Zhuoyan looked at her, eyes shimmering as if holding countless unspoken words.

“Zhuoyan?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to take it?” Ye Zhuoyan asked.

“Yes, I just have a slight cold, I’m perfectly fine otherwise.”

“Are you really not uncomfortable? No nasal inflammation or throat swelling?”

Wen Huiyun grew puzzled. “No, why do you ask?”

After a moment’s thought, Ye Zhuoyan said, “Never mind. Allergies can flare up during colds, and medication helps. Since you’re not reacting, you don’t need it.”

Wen Huiyun’s eyes grew warm with emotion. Ye Zhuoyan truly was an angel gentle, kind, and incredibly considerate. Whoever married her would be the luckiest person alive.

Come to think of it, wasn’t that lucky person Wen Huiyun herself?

Xiao La hadn’t lied, she really had been chosen by the “Transmigration Lucky Ones Management Bureau” as the fated heroine.

After taking her medicine, Ye Zhuoyan placed a milk candy ball in Wen Huiyun’s palm.

The sweetness lingered from their goodbye all the way back to Wen Huiyun’s room, filling her heart with joy.

In over twenty years both in the book and out this was her first intimate interaction with her crush. And with the novel’s ethereal female lead, no less.

Just thinking about it made her.

Aaaaaaaaaah!

Ye Zhuoyan tidied the medicine bottles and boxes on the bed, neatly storing them away.

Holding the loratadine, she paused, gaze fixed on the box.

She’d worried Wen Huiyun might have developed nasopharyngitis from contact with the kitten or mother cat during the rescue and specifically called her to take medication. Yet Wen Huiyun claimed she didn’t need it.

Ye Zhuoyan fell into thought.

Why hadn’t the stray cats triggered Wen Huiyun’s allergies? Coincidence? Or had her constitution changed reacting to cat hair before but not now?

No use dwelling on it. If Wen Huiyun wasn’t acting, Ye Zhuoyan would take her to the best specialists after the show for comprehensive physical and mental examinations.

Remembering Wen Huiyun bursting through the door to kneel in apology, then sitting beside her with such cautious deference, Ye Zhuoyan’s lips curved unconsciously.

Hands properly on her knees, feet together Wen Huiyun had looked like an obedient little puppy. The fluffy white kind.

Adorably so.

Ye Zhuoyan startled, quickly dismissing the dangerous thought.

The AI broadcast reminded: “Please send your Love Whispers, guests.”

Ye Zhuoyan hesitated over her phone. What should she send today?

Ding-dong went the Love Phone.

Wen Huiyun received a message: [Paid you back. It was the cat.]

From Ye Zhuoyan.

Along with a confused yellow bean emoji.

Wen Huiyun smiled. She no longer cared about receiving emojis. Anything from Ye Zhuoyan was welcome.

Hmm?

No forced boudoir photo invitation from Jiang Yining this time, just a bunny girl blowing a kiss emoji.

Wen Huiyun’s smile turned wry. Probably Jiang Yining had gotten distracted chatting happily with Liang Yuan on the shuttle bus, shifting targets.

In the adjacent double room, Liang Yuan’s LoveLove phone was buzzing with activity, receiving two private messages, while Cheng Xiaoming’s remained completely silent.

Cheng Xiaoming went to bed early that night.

Liang Yuan glanced at her quietly but didn’t disturb her.

Cheng Xiaoming lay with her eyes closed, pretending to sleep. She wanted to drift off, but sleep eluded her.

The words “You and I are natural enemies” were seared into her mind like a poisoned brand, flaring up unpredictably.

Cheng Xiaoming had never intended to provoke Wen Huiyun.

She believed she understood Wen Huiyun better than anyone else in the LoveLove Mansion.

Because she knew Wen Huiyun was pretending to be an alpha, a brave and exhausting act.

Whatever Wen Huiyun’s reasons for the deception, Cheng Xiaoming admired her and ached for her.

With a quiet sigh, Cheng Xiaoming reflected that she only wanted to help Wen Huiyun, to care for her in whatever small ways she could. Even if Wen Huiyun would never appreciate it.

Silence is the hardest companion in sorrow.

Tonight, was unbearably silent.

After Liang Yuan fell asleep, Cheng Xiaoming unlocked her LoveLove phone and refreshed the private messages list.

Not even the usual daily “White-Eyed Bunny Girl” sticker was there.

The days following the “Follow the Clues” event were filled with routine tasks working on the renovation site, building their “Love Nest.”

The production team’s van weaved through the streets as the director, holding a mic, addressed the camera with dramatic flair:

“Everyone must be curious about our guests’ progress in renovating their ‘Love Nests’! Now, let’s begin our LoveLove Exclusive Interview: Love Nest Exploration Edition~”

“Our first guest to visit is—”

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