The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Wen Yubai instinctively gasped and reached out to grab something, but her fingers only slipped through the soft water as she sank.

But he soon discovered that even though he was completely immersed in the liquid, his breathing was not hindered in any way.

Water flows through my mouth and nose, as light as air, with a warm, moist feel.

He tried to stretch his limbs in the water, swimming like a nimble fish, and then popped his head out of the water.

Golden ripples spread across the water's surface, like spring water soaked in sunlight, each drop radiating a faint, soft light.

However, when he looked around, he found that he could not see anything except for the thick white fog.

Wen Yubai swam to the edge of the hot spring, intending to prop himself up and climb up to see what this place was like.

But as soon as he propped himself up, he looked down.

Everything below the water's surface is clearly visible.

Wen Yubai stopped moving and silently slid back into the water, only revealing the part above his neck.

Let's just soak here. Anyway, this hot spring is quite comfortable, the water temperature is just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

It's fine to soak naked, but if you go outside and run into someone, the situation could be a bit awkward.

Wen Yubai called "188" in his mind a few times, but received no response.

Am I dreaming?

He leaned against the stone wall, and although his feet couldn't touch the bottom, his body miraculously floated on it, maintaining a perfect height, as if something below was supporting him.

Just as he was becoming drowsy from soaking in the hot spring, a line of text suddenly lit up on a protruding boulder beside the hot spring:

What's bothering you?

The characters are golden, each stroke appearing on the stone surface, with fine glitter flakes of light emanating from them as they flow.

Wen Yubai stared at the seemingly random words, narrowed his eyes slightly, and cautiously spoke:

"Who are you?"

The golden lettering on the stone slowly faded, and a new line reappeared:

A listener.

Wen Yubai thought for a moment and then said, "I'm not used to talking to stones. Why don't you come out and we can talk face to face?"

The words on the stone have changed:

inconvenient.

"Why is it inconvenient? Are you ugly and can't be seen by people?"

The words on the stone paused for a moment, then slowly appeared:

What is ugliness?

Wen Yubai: ...

He was momentarily speechless at the question.

Since the other party didn't want to come out, he didn't want to force them.

Judging from the current situation, this unknown entity has no intention of harming him.

Although he didn't know what the other party's purpose was, the hot spring was really comfortable, and Wen Yubai had the patience to wait for him to make a move, so he wasn't in a hurry.

He soaked quietly, as if someone was massaging his soul with the gentlest and softest touch, sweeping away all his fatigue and leaving him feeling warm and cozy.

Wen Yubai squinted comfortably, leaning the back of his head against the smooth stone wall, and almost fell asleep again.

A while later.

Seemingly, seeing that he remained silent for a long time, the unknown being became somewhat restless.

The golden characters on the stone surface reappeared, the strokes flowing more slowly than before, as if carefully choosing their wording:

You really want to see me?

Wen Yubai opened his eyes and looked at the line of words.

To be honest, I didn't really think that way. I just felt that seeing it might not be a good thing.

But he still didn't know his current situation, and the system was out of contact. The only clue was this stone that could write.

Wen Yubai considered it briefly, then nodded.

"Yes."

The moment he uttered that word, the surrounding white mist suddenly paused.

Then, the fog directly in front of him began to slowly dissipate, as if pulled apart from the middle by an invisible hand.

The first thing to appear was his feet. His feet sank the water slightly, but he didn't sink, like a leaf that had fallen on the water.

Next came the hem, a golden fabric that draped down from above the ankles, as thin as a cicada's wing, fluttering gently above the water's surface without getting wet.

As the fog receded layer by layer, the outline of the person's body became clearer and clearer.

Wen Yubai raised his head and looked up along the outline to see who it was.

The mist receded from the man's shoulders, revealing the curve of his jawline, and then...

"Yu Bai!"

Wen Yubai's body suddenly plummeted downwards, as if his ankles were being gripped by a hand, pulling him down forcefully.

The golden water instantly submerged his chin, lips, and eyes.

The water carried him downwards, spinning him like a whirlpool as he sank deeper into the depths.

He instinctively reached for the hand that was outstretched towards him, but he was sinking too fast and didn't touch anything.

"Yu Bai!"

Wen Yubai suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

My vision was still blurring, my mind was still soaking in that golden hot spring, but my body was already feeling real touch.

Beneath him was a soft bed, his stomach was covered with a thin summer blanket, and a faint fragrance lingered in the air. His forehead was pressed against something.

Wen Yubai's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and his vision gradually focused from the blur, finally allowing him to see the face so close to his.

Her ice-blue eyes were unbelievably beautiful; one wrong move and you could feel yourself drowning in them.

But Wen Yubai only cares about one thing.

"Loveyn, what are you doing here?"

He frowned slightly, his voice hoarse from just waking up and as indifferent as ever.

What, has the protagonist even taken a liking to this room?

Lovin withdrew his fingers from Wen Yubai's brow with a very natural gesture, as if he had not trespassed into someone else's dormitory but had been invited for tea.

"I suddenly heard you calling out repeatedly, 'Lovin, Lovin, help me,' so I came in."

His eyes curved into a smile, a faint hint of amusement in them, and his words carried no credibility whatsoever.

Rather than his explanation, Wen Yubai was more inclined to believe that Lovin was plotting against him.

The unconventional protagonist continued acting, his gentle tone giving Wen Yubai goosebumps.

"Yu Bai, did you have a nightmare? You're so scared. It's really worrying. Why don't I sleep with you tonight?"

Lovin leaned closer, making the distance between them even more intimate.

"I'm here, I'll protect you."

Wen Yubai raised his hand without any mercy and pushed him away.

He dared not imagine whether he would be able to sleep tonight if he really let this guy stay. Putting aside the fact that the three gods would probably kill him the moment they found out.

Wen Yubai remained expressionless. He didn't know whether Luo Weien's sudden visit was to make fun of him or if he had some other purpose.

But he doesn't intend to investigate further right now.

He was woken up in the middle of the night and all he wanted was to get some more sleep.

"Is there anything else?"

The implication is clear: if you have nothing to do, get lost.

Lovin noticed the drowsiness in his eyes, and got up leisurely, showing rare tact and not bothering him any further.

"What a pity. Since you don't need it, I won't bother you any longer. Goodnight, Yu Bai."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door, his long pink hair swaying gently behind him.

But the moment he stepped out the door, the smile on Lovin's face vanished completely.

Those icy blue eyes were now as cold as if they were covered with a layer of ice.