6 Requesting the Handsome Man’s Contact Information (6)

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You open your eyes again to find yourself standing in a snow-white, cocoon-shaped space.

You reach out to touch the walls; they are soft and warm. It feels as if you have stumbled into the interior of a freshly made, giant marshmallow. You try to rake your fingers across the surface, finding that you can mold the walls into any shape you desire, though as time passes, they quickly smooth themselves back into their original form.

A faint, pleasant scent drifts through the space. It is fresh, like a crisp breeze blowing over a mountain of lemons piled under the sun. You find yourself inexplicably relaxing. Closing your eyes, you hear ethereal music drifting into your ears. Your heart calms down before you even realize it.

When you open your eyes once more, the giant white wings that had enveloped you have vanished, and your feet are back on the gray-blue rippled ground.

The electronic male voice of the system, which you haven't heard in a long while, sounds again:

"Dear player Mary Su, congratulations on successfully clearing the level. You have received four game CGs. Would you like to view them now?"

Now that you have calmed down, you are no longer in a hurry to settle scores with the game. You decide to first take a look at these four "game CGs" the system mentioned. If you aren't satisfied, you can settle the bill with the game later.

Following your "Sure," four golden, glowing black cards fly in from above at an angle, stopping before your eyes, lined up from left to right with their backs facing you.

You admire the exquisite and intricate Baroque patterns on the card backs before raising a finger to tap the first one.

With a crisp "ding," the card flips over smoothly and enlarges before your eyes. To your surprise, this is not an ordinary static image, but a 2D Live card. You don't have to do anything; the scene plays out before you:

"In the familiar subway carriage, you and your target stand face to face. He looks down at you. With two slender white fingers, you deftly turn the baked flatbread you are holding, hiding the two crescent bite marks that were facing him into your palm, presenting him with a seemingly intact snack. His eyes, clear and distinct, widen in an instant, as if witnessing a great magic trick, a flicker of dazzled brilliance flashing through them."

You are stunned. Is this really the game you just played?

As the card finishes playing, a circular play button appears in the center, signifying the end. Though the game just finished, that first round already feels like a distant and uncertain memory.

You lift your finger again and press the gray triangle in the center of the card, and it plays once more.

After watching it, you think: "..."

Why does it look like you're seeing love?

If you didn't know the system was watching you from somewhere unknown, you would be tempted to slap your own face and tell yourself, "Wake up!"

You flip over the second card.

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This is a static card. It captures the scene from the second round when you held your phone up to ask the target for a shopping link.

On the card: "He tilts his head slightly to look at you, while you look up at him with a smile. Your right hand, held behind your back, clutches your phone, its lit-up screen displaying the WeChat page."

You stare at the card. The more you look, the more you feel that the corner of his lip—the one turned toward you—has the slightest upward curve. You feel like you need a ruler right now to verify the existence of that arc.

You also notice that the play of light and shadow seems to emphasize his slightly narrowed eyes.

Uncertain, you raise your fingertip and trace an extension of his line of sight, only to discover that the endpoint is... the WeChat page illuminated behind your back.

Your limited stature makes it hard for you to imagine the world of the tall, but you had assumed that the space behind you was safe, only to find it was actually within his sphere of dominance.

You: "............................"

Your silence is the Mariana Trench; no one is going to reach the bottom of it easily.

Refusing to look at this card that exposes your intelligence any further, you manually flip it over and lock it face down.

Lock it!

Your gaze shifts to the third card. Going by the logic of the first two, the third should be a scene from the third round.

But in the third round, you didn't do anything. You just sat quietly in your seat, observing everything in the carriage, and spent the latter half with your eyes closed to recharge.

You are a bit curious about what could be behind the third card.

You tap it, and with another crisp "ding," the card flips.

It’s another Live card.

In a round where you thought nothing happened, how could there be a Live card?

The card plays automatically:

"Inside the subway carriage, the light-reflecting glass shows his tall, upright figure, one hand steadying the silver handrail, his body slightly turned. In the angle of his turn, half of your seated figure is reflected in the glass. He gazes quietly at the glass, while your reflection inside is sitting with eyes closed, your head bobbing forward as you doze off. It looks as if, in the next second, you in the glass will lean against his waist."

You: "???"

If the protagonist in this live scene weren't you, you would definitely be wearing a "fangirl grin," thinking, "Oh, they're so meant for each other!"

But the protagonist is you. It is you. It is definitely you.

Your admiration for the game now flows like a mighty river, so torrential that not even the Himalayas could block it.

You take a deep breath and tap the final card.

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This is a static card. You can tell at a glance that it is a scene from the fourth round, as the background is outside the subway carriage.

You quickly scan the content:

"Outside the subway carriage, as you fall backward, he takes a step forward, his chest steadily blocking your fall. His left hand is slightly clenched, hovering one centimeter from your shoulder."

Knowing the actual situation, you can't help but look for the other hand that was clutching your hair bun.

Because you know what you are looking for, you find it quickly. You realize that the culprit is currently supporting the back of your head, a scene that gives you the illusion that he was afraid you would hit your head.

You: "!!!"

You really want to ask the system: Who on earth is this incredible artist?

You absolutely must recommend him or her to those domestic otome games that keep having their card art collapse! You believe that with this god-tier artist, the sun and the moon could fall in love in the same sky, and even the Monkey King's staff would be proof of his love for the White Bone Demon!

Parents would never have to worry about young people not falling in love or getting married again; the artist would force their heads together until they were obsessed.

Looking through the four cards, you have seen love at first sight; you have seen him silently indulging your acting; you have seen the quiet, hidden gaze of a secret crush; you have seen the cautious, protective care...

If you hadn't been rejected so many times, you would have almost believed it!

You are now starting to suspect: could the "I" in the game title "Burn, Little I" not stand for the "I" in the MBTI personality test, but for the "l" in Love?

Is the goal of the game not to make an introvert like you "burn" and turn into a bubbly "E" (extrovert), but to make you ignite the spark of love?

That can't be right. The system said it came because of your strong resonance.

You suddenly recall that the day before the game, the "stock-buying" web novel you were following reached its finale. The author chose the male lead with the most votes, and the ending was a proper 1v1.

Unreconciled, you went to the comments section and were amused to the point of laughing behind your hand late at night by one sister's comment:

"I am a model worker of the new era. I love work, I don't like rest. Only when they are added together is it enough for me to 007 (work 24/7); one less and it's not enough for my 996 (work 9-9, 6 days a week) madness!"

It seems that, in addition to liking the comment, you replied with four words: "It pleases me."

Could that be the "strong resonance" the system was talking about?