On the bustling street, a woman in a leopard-print dress and three-inch stilettos strode forward, dragging along a tall, skinny young man in glasses. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the pavement.
The woman had striking makeup, her delicate features sculpted to perfection, exuding an irresistible allure.
But the young man she was pulling along looked utterly ordinary—just like any other typical homebody. Pale, frail, like he’d collapse with a single push. (Which wasn’t entirely true.)
As they passed, pedestrians would always glance at the stunning woman first, then at the young man. Especially the men—aside from the ones who were into guys—every single one of them was burning with jealousy and rage.
Why is she pulling that guy instead of me?!
Many of them even looked like they wanted to yank the young man away. Damn it! You’re holding hands with a goddess and still looking half-dead? Are you asking for a beating?
Yet, the two continued their slow and arduous journey.
Wei Liang was frustrated. Sure, he was a real man with plenty of strength, but dragging another man around like this? That took effort! The guy was dead weight—like lugging around a corpse! Absolute torture!
But… he couldn’t just leave him behind.
He had no idea what was going on. About a week ago, he’d gone to drag his best friend out for their usual dance session, only to be greeted by a face that looked dead. At first, he thought the guy just hadn’t slept well, but things only got worse—
With each passing day, Gu Bai became even paler. His already slim figure practically withered into skin and bones. His whole presence dimmed, like his soul had wandered off somewhere. He was starting to look like one of those ancient tomb-dwelling hermits!
Who do you think you are, Little Dragon Girl? Planning to guard a cold pool for sixteen years while waiting for Yang Guo? *[T/N: Reference from famous Wuxia novel The Return of the Condor Heroes (神雕侠侣).]
Jokes aside, Wei Liang was genuinely worried that if this kept up, Gu Bai would turn into a dried-up corpse. So he had no choice but to drag him outside for some fresh air… Even Wei Liang himself felt like he was turning into a nagging mother.
Before long, they arrived at the night market—a bustling street filled with the hottest nightclubs, thumping with wild music. Even a corpse wouldn’t be able to stay still in a place like this!
That was exactly what Wei Liang was aiming for.
After all, he was a regular here.
A neon sign flashed with the words “Xuanxiao” (Tumult)*. Bright, dazzling lights flickered across the entrance, which was wide open, revealing a space inside that was practically glowing with activity.
*[T/N: Loud confused noise usually caused by a mass of people.]
Wei Liang nodded at the bouncers on either side of the door and quickly pulled Gu Bai inside.
And at that moment, Gu Bai finally snapped out of his daze.
But it was too late.
As soon as they stepped inside, Wei Liang’s energy surged to new heights. In less than a minute, using a level of strength akin to a world-shifting martial technique, he dragged them both down the stairs and into the heart of the club.
The deafening music and lively chatter exploded in their ears.
Wei Liang swayed his hips, blew kisses at the surrounding crowd of partygoers, then turned back to Gu Bai with a dazzling smile.
“Xiao Baicai, come dance a super badass cha-cha with me!”
Gu Bai: Cha your damn head… I’m not moving.
This… this feeling of being deceived…
Isn’t this straight-up taking advantage of me while I’m spacing out?!
Dragging me to a place like this—what the hell is this about?!
Is this the kind of place a noble and aloof person like me should be in?!
…Wait.
I’m probably not a noble and aloof person… ah.
Wei Liang was already losing his patience. If he hadn’t seen this guy holed up at home for days, looking like he’d been dumped, he wouldn’t have bothered!
Why the hell is he acting like he’s lost the will to live?!
If we hadn’t grown up together, who the hell would care about him?!
And—damn it!—it wasn’t normal for this guy to go so many days without throwing shade at anything!
Gu Bai watched as Wei Liang’s face got redder and redder.
Sensing impending danger, he finally gave in.
Fine. If it’ll stop him from blowing up, I’ll just go along with it.
So, just as Wei Liang was about to reach his breaking point, Gu Bai casually placed a hand on his waist and said decisively, “Let’s do it.”
Wei Liang’s frustration instantly deflated. With a smooth S-curve twist of his waist, he pulled Gu Bai straight into the dance floor.
The dance floor was packed.
In the center, a live band of eccentric-looking performers was screaming out some incomprehensible lyrics, but the beat was sick. The crowd below swayed left and right, jumping up and down, moving with infectious energy.
Wei Liang was a pro.
Gu Bai, having been dragged along for years under his influence, could at least keep up. The two of them flawlessly executed the essence of the cha-cha—twisting left, twisting right…
Until someone suddenly pounced on them.
“Da-da*! I’m so happy to see you here!” *[T/N: Novel fans call the author this, basically playful calling of boss or master.]
Wei Liang: =皿=
Gu Bai: …Saved.
Eyes brimming with tears!
The newcomer stood at 1.78 meters tall, with sharp, striking features, a short, clean haircut, and a lean yet powerful physique accentuated by a well-fitted suit. An absolute knockout of a… man?
No.
This was a woman.
A super handsome butch woman.
A badass tomboy who adored cute girls.
And—an absolute die-hard fan of Gu Bai.
Meng Jun enthusiastically threw an arm around Gu Bai’s shoulders (note: Gu Bai was 1.75 meters tall), pulling him into her VIP section and showering him with attention.
“Da-da, how’s the plot of your new novel coming along? Will xx-er join the harem too?”
“Xx is such a great girl, please don’t kill her off!”
“Little X and the protagonist totally have chemistry—they should totally roll in the sheets already!”
“Only your smut is the best! So sensual, so natural, never repetitive! I’m your number one fan, Da-da!”
Gu Bai, completely deadpan: “I’ve been struggling with writer’s block.”
Meng Jun: “Da-da, please relax and take care of yourself! I hope you find your inspiration again soon! Mwah!“
Wei Liang had been completely sidelined.
Meng Jun fawned over Gu Bai for a long time, making sure he was comfortable on the sofa, surrounding him with food, drinks, and fruit platters. Only then did she finally turn toward Wei Liang.
And the moment she looked at him, her smile disappeared.
Wei Liang: What the hell?! This is some next-level favoritism, you damn woman!
He rolled his eyes. “What are you staring at, bitch?”
Meng Jun rolled her eyes right back. “Between the two of us, you’re the one who fits that title better, okay?” Then, she got serious. “Tell me—what’s going on with Da-da? He’s acting really weird.”
Wei Liang’s expression turned complicated. “Honestly… I have no idea.”
Meng Jun: “And you call yourself his best friend? You’ve failed him!”
Wei Liang: “It’s a long story.”
For once, the two of them didn’t start fighting.
After mentally preparing himself, Wei Liang threw an arm around Meng Jun’s shoulders and whispered everything into her ear.
Meanwhile, Gu Bai had no clue that his best friend and die-hard fan were analyzing his condition.
—In fact, Gu Bai didn’t think he had a problem at all.
Sure, he had writer’s block. Sure, he kept thinking about that dream. Sure, maybe he was a little out of it… but none of that was a big deal.
He was probably just hitting a creative slump.
Every writer faces a bottleneck at some point—this was just his turn.
He just needed to be careful. No more obsessing over fictional characters. Fake was fake. Getting too caught up in 2Dwasn’t healthy.
With that in mind, Gu Bai picked up a glass of strong liquor and downed it in one go.
See? I’m still as bold and unrestrained as ever! Totally not some aloof ice prince!
At that moment, Wei Liang and Meng Jun finally came to a conclusion.
“This seems like a… common issue for men,” Meng Jun mused.
“…You mean ED?” Wei Liang asked hesitantly.
Meng Jun instantly exploded: “Da-da does NOT have ED! You have ED! Your whole family has ED!”
“F*** off! Then what do you think it is?”
“I think Da-da might just be lacking love.“
“…Hah??”
Meng Jun, ever the wealthy and extravagant one, dramatically waved her hand: “I shall shower Da-da with all the love he needs!”
Thus, when they returned to Gu Bai, they weren’t alone anymore.
To his left sat a handsome young man with delicate features.
To his right, a stunningly seductive beauty with curves in all the right places.
Both of them, very professionally, leaned in close, engaging Gu Bai in lighthearted conversation.
Meng Jun gave them an approving nod. “These two are our club’s top escorts! No matter what type Da-da likes, they’ll give him all the love he needs!”
Wei Liang: “…Why do I feel like this isn’t going to end well…”
Gu Bai, already tipsy, felt his vision blur.
He looked to his left. Then to his right.
Why did that damn psycho suddenly split into two?!
Dissociative identity disorder is one thing, but why the hell does he have boobs now?!
And why did the other one shrink?! Was he getting domed now?! Hahahahaha…
Dazed and confused, Gu Bai felt himself being helped up by the two “versions” of the psycho, wobbling toward the nightclub exit.
Are we… going home?
Mmm… going home to f**…*
B City, Baifu Garden, an upscale suburban community for the wealthy.
Past midnight, the pitch-black sky was suddenly split by a bolt of lightning.
A loud crackling sound echoed through the air, as if something had torn open the very fabric of the sky itself.
The bolt struck a towering tree, making a sharp “crack”—then everything fell silent again.
Yet, despite the direct strike, the massive tree remained completely unscathed.
For a long while, there was no movement.
Then, from within the dense foliage, a pair of crimson eyes flickered to life, radiating an eerie glow.
A few moments later, even that light vanished into the darkness.
Wu Shaotang was a notorious second-generation rich kid in the capital.
He had no real achievements in academics or martial arts, but when it came to partying, he was the undisputed king.
Armed with a good-looking face and an impressive family background, he was welcomed everywhere. From celebrities to socialites, from nightclubs to elite gatherings, he had connections everywhere.
He could charm women of all types—young and innocent, mature and elegant, sultry and seductive. Even milfs and married women weren’t off-limits.
That night, as usual, he had gone to an exclusive club, enjoyed top-tier service, and returned home feeling completely satisfied.
Unfortunately, he had to visit the main family residence tomorrow, so he couldn’t stay out all night.
As the chauffeur dropped him off, Wu Shaotang casually dismissed him, pulled out his keycard, and swiped it at the front door.
Swipe… Swipe…
The door unlocked, and he stepped inside.
He turned around to close the door—
Then turned back—
And immediately collapsed to the floor in sheer terror.
“F***! What the hell?! A ghost?!”
Little Pink Starfish 
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