Jiang Jiamian's calm voice echoed through the room.
Shen Muzhou typed as he listened, but his focus drifted again and again.
Especially when Jiang Jiamian talked about how the school prince Qi Yan harbored all kinds of desires for Jiang Jiamian in the book, feelings that Shen Muzhou realized, disturbingly, mirrored his own.
At first, he had disliked the character purely because of the name.
But now, as he listened, he felt an inexplicable sense of immersion.
He resonated with Qi Yan's every thought, every action.
Listening to Jiang Jiamian's lazy, unhurried narration by his ear, there were moments when Shen Muzhou truly felt…
That he was Qi Yan.
The feeling was bizarre.
"Hm? What's wrong?"
Hearing Shen Muzhou's dazed murmur, Jiang Jiamian paused and looked at him.
Shen Muzhou was staring blankly at the keyboard, lost in thought.
Something was wrong.
Although Shen Muzhou had been facing away from him, this time, even without seeing his face, Jiang Jiamian could sense it.
