Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Taste what?

I stared in shock at Zhuang Jinyu as he drew closer and closer, until I could feel his breath on my face.

Just before he could lean in and bite me, a shiver ran through my entire body. My grip loosened, and my chopsticks clattered to the floor.

The sound of the impact jolted the dazed Zhuang Jinyu awake.

The Young Master looked at me, mere inches away, his pupils shrinking instantly. He opened his mouth, seemingly ready to scream harassment.

Then he realized he was the one who had backed me into a corner.

Zhuang Jinyu: “…”

Zhuang Jinyu fell into deep thought for three seconds. “Did you drug the food?”

It seemed the Young Master was so shaken that he was actually capable of saying something like that.

I cautiously reminded him, “You haven’t eaten a single bite yet.”

Even if I had drugged it, I would be the only one affected.

Zhuang Jinyu fell silent again.

He stood up, his back looking defeated as he walked toward the bedroom.

He kept muttering to himself:

“It shouldn’t be… I shouldn’t be this kind of person. Sure, she’s a little bit cute, but what does cuteness matter? She’s not even as good-looking as I am. How could I possibly want to kiss her… Am I going crazy? Have I developed Stockholm syndrome after only being here for a day?”

The blow was so heavy that the Young Master was questioning the meaning of life.

I had no choice but to open the Metaphysics Forum, hoping to find a reason to help him comfort himself.

After searching for a few keywords, I actually found a lead.

…

“So, it’s not that I’ve suddenly become a pervert, and it’s not that I’m mentally unstable?” The Young Master had finally calmed down.

He felt a bit better after reading the explanation on the forum, but he soon became conflicted again.

It was clearly stated that his situation wasn’t uncommon.

In the past, when people used paper effigies to summon souls, the summoned soul attached to the paper would instinctively feel close to the creator of the effigy.

The more heart and soul the creator poured into the vessel, the stronger the soul’s attachment to the vessel’s owner would be.

While it wasn’t exactly the same as Zhuang Jinyu’s situation, it was more or less the same principle.

Zhuang Jinyu swallowed hard. “Then… this doll you made for me, did you put a lot of effort into it?”

I glanced at the doll, which was almost indistinguishable from a living person and would start at at least six figures if auctioned online.

“It was alright,” I said, trying not to put too much pressure on him. “Just…”

Just that I had poured my entire heart and soul into it, forgetting to eat and sleep.

Zhuang Jinyu closed his eyes in despair. “Forget it, don’t say another word. I don’t want to hear it.”

I shut my mouth sheepishly.

The Young Master had finally managed to crawl out of the pit of thinking he was a psychopath.

Only to turn around and fall into an even deeper abyss of despair.