Romance Variety Show: The aloof and beautiful fourth female lead is always coveted.

Luo Chuan watched from the side, his eyes practically burning with envy.

Why does the host kiss people everywhere after getting drunk?

Most importantly—when will it be his turn?

What's wrong with the system? Doesn't the system have the right to compete for favor?

Luo Chuan knew that happiness had to be earned, so he charged forward and knocked Xu Muyang and Su Yi'an aside.

His towering 1.95-meter frame enveloped Bai Nianchu completely, and he buried his face in her neck, pleading in a drawn-out voice, "Host, Xiao Chuan wants a kiss too—"

Bai Nianchu looked down at him, calmly hummed in agreement, and placed a kiss on his eyelid.

Luo Chuan's gaze froze for a moment, his silver-gray eyes filled with unexpected surprise, even his long white eyelashes trembled.

He felt both embarrassed and curious:

Why did the host kiss Gu Jinxing's forehead, Chen Yuze's lips, Su Yi'an and Xu Muyang's cheeks, but when it was his turn, he kissed the eyes?

He blurted out his innermost thoughts without realizing it.

Bai Nianchu pondered for a moment.

"Because..." her voice was clear and cold, with the slowness unique to drunkenness, "her eyes are beautiful."

Luo Chuan was completely stunned.

The host said his eyes were beautiful. What does that mean?

This means the host likes his eyes... the host has feelings for him!

Luo Chuan clutched his mechanical heart and collapsed onto his seat with a thud.

As for Ling Yan, he never stepped forward.

He was almost masochistic, watching helplessly as men tried to kiss his drunken girlfriend.

Gu Jinxing, Chen Yuze, Xu Muyang, Su Yi'an, Luo Chuan... everyone received her favor.

He was like the spineless husband in the drama, silently standing in the corner watching his wife be intimate with another man, without even the courage to say "no" in the past, for fear of disturbing his wife's moment of pleasure and thus incurring her disgust.

The light in Ling Yan's eyes gradually faded.

Perhaps it was because his gaze was so dim and lifeless that even the drunk Bai Nianchu could sense it.

Bai Nianchu waved her hand, as if beckoning a small animal that dared not approach her, and even called out his name.

"Ling Yan."

Ling Yan jolted, his body reacting before his brain could process it—

He was like a puppy or cat that, upon hearing its owner's call, would rush to pounce on its owner, curling its fluffy tail and burrowing into its owner's arms.

"Baby……"

Despite being much taller and larger than her, he seemed to want to snuggle into her arms when he hugged her, like a freshly cooked sticky rice cake. His melancholy eyes instantly became watery when he looked at her, making him look incredibly pitiful.

Seeing this, Bai Nianchu kissed the corner of his eye. "Why are you crying again?"

After kissing the corner of his eye, she kissed his cheek and chin several more times as compensation.

Ling Yan was stunned for a long time, not daring to breathe.

She looked just like a little black cat who had been kissed and was completely bewildered.

After a long silence, he finally stammered, "I didn't cry..."

Ling Yan didn't need to look to know that his face was also covered with the same "stamps" as the other men, and even more than theirs.

This favoritism made his cheeks flush, his nose tingle, and his heart flutter with a sweet feeling.

Beneath her tousled hair, her dark eyes, which had been devoid of light, began to gradually brighten.

Lovers: "..."

Looking at the several faint lip prints on Ling Yan's face, their hearts ached with bitterness.

Is this the perk of being a boyfriend? He even gets several more kisses than they do.

Despite being so lucky, Ling Yan always pretends to be a pitiful person who is being neglected.

This kind of underhanded tactic of feigning retreat is truly disgusting!

So far, there are only two people who have never been kissed by Bai Nianchu.

Shen Chaosheng and Ji Shu.

But they weren't in a hurry at all.

Ji Shu leaned back in his chair, watching Bai Nianchu flirt with every man she encountered, like a drunken sparrow, landing briefly by one man's side and lingering in another's arms, teasing them until they blushed and became restless.

Once Bai Nianchu had finally calmed down and all her lovers had been "favored" by her, Ji Shu leisurely raised the corners of his lips and said to Bai Nianchu:

"Chief, have you forgotten about us?"

Bai Nianchu looked over.

With a tense expression, she pressed her soft, warm chest against Ji Shu's arm, under his almost dizzying gaze.

Just moments ago, Ji Shu was completely at ease, but he quickly hugged Bai Nianchu back, afraid that if he hesitated even a moment, his lover would run away.

Bai Nianchu was unusually well-behaved, lying on him.

Her waist was slender, and a delicate, soft fragrance wafted towards his face.

Why do you smell so good?

Xiang Deji's mouth and tongue were dry.

Ji Shu lowered his head, his Adam's apple bobbing, and sniffed her long, fair neck like a big dog.

"Chief, you smell so good."

Ji Shu, as if possessed by a cat, couldn't help but press his face against the cat and rub it against it.

Because his voice was buried in her neck, it was somewhat muffled: "It smells so good..."

Bai Nianchu pushed his face away expressionlessly: "It's hot, don't do that."

She deliberately adopted a haughty demeanor, letting out a hint of her authority: "Are you going to listen to me or not?"

If it were someone else standing in front of her, they would be intimidated by her cold gaze and tone, and thus be scared away.

But who is Ji Shu? He has followed Bai Nianchu for more than ten years. If we were to describe him as a cat, he could naturally tell whether the cat was baring its teeth at him or not.

Not only was he unafraid, he also took the opportunity to pinch the cat's pink and tender paw pads, kneading and squeezing them, and even covered his nose to desperately inhale the scent of the kitten's paws.

Bai Nianchu, whose palm was being rubbed and sniffed: "..."

She was about to break free when her gaze fell on the almost healed scar on Ji Shu's face, and she suddenly froze.

After a few seconds of silence, Bai Nianchu raised her other hand and gently pressed on his light pink scar.

He uttered a single word with dissatisfaction: "Ugly."

Ji Shu suddenly stopped, his body stiffening like a stone.

The burning passion was suddenly doused with cold water, causing a sharp pain in my heart.

Is the leader... speaking the truth while drunk?

He stared intently at the figure before him, his throat dry and unable to speak. After a long while, he finally asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is it ugly?"

Bai Nianchu tilted her head, her brain working slowly.

She did think the scar was ugly, but it wasn't Ji Shu who had the scar on his face that was ugly, nor was it the scar itself; it was the scar that made him feel inferior and sad.

It is ugly because it makes him sad.

If it makes him happy, then it's beautiful.

However, her limited vocabulary after drinking prevented her from speaking clearly, so she could only express herself through her body language, her brows furrowed.

Bai Nianchu first raised her face, kissed the scar that was now just a faint mark, and said "ugly".

Then he kissed the light-colored eye near the scar and praised, "Beautiful."

This series of actions made Ji Shu understand what his leader wanted to express.

An overwhelming surge of love welled up within him, and he was completely captivated, as if in a dream.

When people are too happy, they will feel fear.

What if all of this, from beginning to end, was just a dream?

But Bai Nianchu didn't give him a chance to think.

She slid down Ji Shu's high, straight nose, and as if punishing his wild thoughts, bit the tip of his nose.

"hiss--"

The sudden stinging pain snapped Ji Shu back to his senses.

He touched the tip of his nose and found a small tooth mark on it.

Ji Shu's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a tender affection that blossomed deep within his eyes.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's springtime and flowers are in full bloom.